Immortals of the End Times

While Zhao Wuji was on high alert.

Beyond the Nine Heavens, the turbid yellow tribulation mist surged silently, as if stirred by some indescribable entity.

suddenly.

Within the chasm of the tribulation mist, a gaping eye that stretched across the heavens and earth slowly rotated, and centipede-like scars on the iris wriggled as if searching for something.

Its gaze pierced through layers of void, seemingly transcending the boundaries of time and space, and vaguely locked onto a certain place within the Sword Domain.

It was none other than Zhao Wuji from the Pot Heaven Space!

"Om!!"

An indescribable sense of oppression suddenly descended.

Within Zhao Wuji's body, the sixth Yang Pearl suddenly lit up, and the Yang energy and karmic force surged wildly like oil being poured into a raging fire.

At that moment, even though he was prepared, he still felt his hair stand on end under the immense pressure.

It was as if they were being watched by some supreme being, and even their souls trembled!
"Heavenly Dao!"

He suddenly looked up, and although he was in the Pot Heaven Space, his Blood Moon Double Pupils seemed to see through layers of barriers and see the huge single eye hanging outside the Nine Heavens!

"Crash!!"

The calamity mist churned, and countless turbid yellow calamity energies wriggled like living creatures, actually weaving together into chains in the void!

These chains, as thick as giant pythons, are adorned with fragmented illusory images of dynasties within a single, enormous eye, resembling threads of cause and effect.

Each chain exudes a suffocating karmic force, as if once entangled by it, one will be condemned to eternal damnation!
The chains, like a net hanging from the heavens, descended from the ninth heaven.

"Boom!!"

The restrictive sword energy on the outer layer of the sword domain trembled instinctively, as if sensing the arrival of a great enemy.

Zhao Wuji was shaken to his core, and an extremely strong sense of crisis swept over him.

Inside the sixth Yang Pearl, which has been successfully unlocked.

The deciphered astrological techniques flashed through his mind like bursts of starlight.

Astrology is a technique related to astronomy and astrology, which combines the functions of divination, spiritual guidance, and practical assistance.

This technique connects with the celestial phenomena of the universe, allowing one to predict good or bad fortune and glimpse celestial secrets, as well as to analyze the Five Elements and guide spiritual practice.

If one reaches the pinnacle of skill, one can even wield control over the very laws of the universe.

An image of a chessboard filled with stars in his mind involuntarily appeared, with thousands of chess pieces hanging in the sky like constellations, their light flickering and shimmering.

In a flash of inspiration, he suddenly made a hand seal.

"Om!!"

Countless stars, like a celestial river pouring down, surged and intertwined within his soul, condensing into a complex and mysterious star map.

In the instant the starlight exploded, the scene reappeared deep within the murky yellow fog of calamity.
The twisted figure, bound by chains, stood frozen in the mist like a puppet on strings, its empty eye sockets reflecting the obsessions of its past life, as if its soul had been completely eroded by some indescribable force.

"They are the soulless ones...!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

The star chart's prediction pierced my soul with a chilling glint: If I am dragged into the fog of calamity by those chains, I will surely become a walking corpse, forever condemned to eternal damnation!
"Zheng!!"

Just as the chains of calamity were about to touch the restrictions outside the sword domain.

Within his inner dantian, the dormant nine-leaf sword grass suddenly swayed violently!

As the dewdrops hanging from the tips of the leaves trembled, they reflected a terrifying scene of the sky outside the immortal mountain shattered and turbid chains stretching across the sky.

"choke!!"

At this moment, atop Sword Immortal Mountain, the nine blades of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass suddenly straightened.

The chaotic sword energy bursting from the leaf tip rose into the sky like nine roaring azure dragons.

The entire ancient sword domain trembled violently under this pressure, and the sword intent dormant in the crevices of the mountain rocks was awakened as if summoned.

At the foot of the mountain, Cang Yunzi looked up in astonishment as the Water Cloud Sword flew out on its own, forming a Bagua cloud pattern above his head.

He looked up at the crack in the sky above him, his hair and beard trembling in disbelief.

"This breath."

"Click! Click! Click!"

At this moment, the entire Ancient Sword Domain seemed to feel an immense threat from the Heavenly Dao and a call from the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

The layers of steles in the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb cracked open, and the dormant restrictive sword energy transformed into a silver rainbow piercing the sky.

At the Starry Chessboard halfway up Sword Immortal Mountain, black and white chess pieces spun up together, and the ancient sword intent dormant within the chessboard broke free from its seal.

Even the layers of sword-realm cages formed by the restrictions at the mountain's neck burst forth with thousands of chilling sword beams, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds a frosty color!
In the dense forest outside the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, Huang Shang, who was hiding there, suddenly raised his head and wiped his eyes with his finger.

Instantly, his eyes flashed with a blue light as he stared intently at the distant, cracked sky, at the vaguely visible, ferocious giant pupil looking down from above, his expression one of horror.

His fingers flew across the face as he calculated rapidly, his expression changing drastically: "Divine retribution?! How could this be? Those karmic chains binding us... Could it be that there truly is a change in the course of history this time?!"

Within Hidden Sword Valley, thousands of ancient swords suddenly rang out in unison.

The Sword Master Wentian stared in shock at the rain of swords flying out from Hidden Sword Valley.

Suddenly, his figure soared into the air, following the sword rain, staring intently at the crack in the sky above Sword Immortal Mountain.

But deep within the crack in the sky, turbid yellow tribulation mist surged, and the giant eyes of the Heavenly Dao, writhing with centipede-like scars, could be vaguely seen!
"This aura"

His eyes suddenly became bloodshot. "This is the kind of divine punishment my father suffered in the Nine Heavens!"

"Boom!!"

Countless restrictions throughout the entire sword domain awakened simultaneously.

Countless sword energies converged from all directions of the Sword Domain, and under the control of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, they intertwined in the sky to form a towering, white-robed sword immortal phantom.

The phantom stood with its hands behind its back, its robes billowing as it unleashed a torrent of sword intent like an inverted galaxy, as it raised its hand.

The killing intent accumulated over thousands of years in the entire sword domain has condensed into a chaotic sword wheel that spans the heavens and the earth!

"This sword domain is my sacred ground."

The moment the phantom spoke, it was as if a vast sword cry came from ancient times, its sound shaking the heavens to this day:

"Unrestrained by the laws of Heaven!"

“Boom!!”

The moment the Chaos Sword Wheel collided with the Calamity Chains, a deafening clang of metal erupted from outside the Nine Heavens.

At the end of the chains, within the illusory images of shattered dynasties, it seemed as if countless beings suddenly raised their heads and let out heart-wrenching screams.

“Clang!!”

The murky yellow calamity mist and the silvery white sword light tore at each other wildly, and the sky was shattered into countless cracks like fragile glass, with chaotic currents splashing out from the spiderweb-like spatial rifts.

The nine blades of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass suddenly curled back, and the chaotic sword energy bursting from the tips of the leaves resonated throughout the entire sword domain.

"boom!"

The billions of sword energies instantly changed formation, transforming into a storm of sword rain that blotted out the sky.

Each sword beam carried the sharp intent to sever cause and effect, shattering the chains of calamity and turbidity that had entered the sword domain!

The chain fragments twisted and shattered like dying serpents, and the phantom of the dynasty attached to the ends collapsed one after another.

The single eye, barely visible in the murky fog of the sky, suddenly closed tightly, and a brand-new sword mark appeared on the centipede-shaped scar.

Thick, foul-smelling pus and blood gushed from the wound.

Blood of Heaven!

Nine-Leaf Sword Grass: One sword can cleave the sky, and one blade of grass can cleave the sun and moon!
It really lives up to its reputation!

"Refining!"

At that moment, inside the Pot Heaven space, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he formed hand seals.

The internal 'food ingestion technique' operated wildly, like a gluttonous beast swallowing the last bit of yang energy and karmic force into the dantian, while the external stone-boiling technique enveloped itself.

He emitted dim yellow spiritual flames from every pore of his body, refining the causal traces locked by the Heavenly Dao along with his Yang energy!
"laugh!!"

Within the cracks in the sky, the chains of tribulation and corruption, having lost their target, suddenly stiffened, like snow pythons exposed to the scorching sun, disintegrating inch by inch in the storm of sword energy.

The centipede-shaped scar on the iris of the Heavenly Dao's single eye twitched violently, its turbid pupil coldly sweeping across every inch of the Sword Domain.

Finally, it slowly disappeared into the depths of the tribulation mist beyond the Nine Heavens, and the torn crack in the sky vanished.

The chaotic sword energy atop Sword Immortal Mountain gradually dissipated, and the phantom of the ancient white-robed sword immortal vanished with it.

The nine blades of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass slowly drooped down, and the sharpness flowing on the surface of the grass blades dimmed a bit.

The entire ancient sword domain seemed to have experienced a catastrophe, with the void cracks torn in the sky crisscrossing like a spider web, and failing to heal for a long time.

Although the murky fog of calamity had receded, it still left behind a twisted gray-white trail in the sky, like silk being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

The mountain's surface is covered with shocking ravines, and the ancient sword marks that had lain dormant on the rock walls for thousands of years have all crumbled.

Wisps of green smoke seeped from the cracks in the stone that originally contained sword intent, like remnants of a soul whose essence had been extracted.

The restrictive sword energy on both sides of the mountain path was as thin as gauze, occasionally sputtering out a few sparks, no longer as dense and imposing as before.

"Click!!"

Within a rocky ruin, Cang Yunzi pushed aside the broken walls and emerged, his face covered in dust and dirt.

He immediately looked up at the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass swaying slightly in the thin clouds on the mountaintop, and at the lingering traces of the battle in the sky. His expression was one of shock and bewilderment, completely unaware of why all of this had happened.

Just then, an overwhelming force of repulsion suddenly erupted from the ancient sword token!

Cang Yunzi's expression changed drastically. He looked down at the sword token trembling at his waist, his eyes flashing with surprise and doubt.

This ancient sword token was supposed to activate its teleportation only upon the expiration of its fifteen-year term and the closure of the sword domain. How could it have...?
Before he could think it through, the sword token suddenly burst forth with a blinding spiritual light.

The surrounding restrictive sword energy surged in like a tide, instantly enveloping his figure.

In the blink of an eye, he was forcibly dragged out of the ancient sword domain!
at the same time.

Deep within the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, as soon as Hua Qingshuang and the other three women stepped out of the Pot Heaven Space, the sword tokens at their waists lit up with dazzling spiritual light.

Before the four figures could react, they were enveloped by the power of the restriction and vanished without a trace.

Inside Hidden Sword Valley, both the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven and the Qilin Sword Ancestor, whose sword pellet had transformed into human form, changed color simultaneously.

"what happened?"

The Qilin Sword Ancestor was filled with shock and anger: "How could the Sword Domain have been closed ahead of schedule?"

Before the words were even finished, the two figures had already vanished in the sword light. Thousands of miles away, in a valley teeming with spiritual herbs, the Demon Roc Sect Master's claws had just touched a thousand-year-old spiritual herb that was entirely purple.

Suddenly, the sword token trembled. It watched helplessly as another golden-patterned Ganoderma lucidum, which was so close at hand, receded further and further away. It let out a resentful shriek: "Why did the sword domain close prematurely? My spiritual medicine!"

"Ok?"

Inside the First Heavenly Chamber, Zhao Wuji stared at the ancient sword token that glowed on its own, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Why would the sword token react at this time?"

He suddenly stood up, and as soon as he stepped out of the Heavenly Pot, he felt a strong repulsive force coming from the surrounding space, as if the entire Sword Domain was pushing him outward.

"The Sword Domain is going to be closed?"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

There's still more than a year before the Sword Domain closes.

"Could it be that the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was injured or overexerted after its battle with the Heavenly Dao?"

He had a vague guess in his heart. Just then, in the inner realm of his dantian, the sword shadow of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass swayed slightly.

Instantly, the feeling of rejection all over my body disappeared.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback and used his inner vision to observe the sword shadow of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in the inner realm.

Through the dewdrops reflecting off the blades of grass, one could see the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass atop the mountain, its sword light seemingly dimmed considerably.

"It seems the consumption was indeed too great; the Sword Domain will have to close ahead of schedule."

Zhao Wuji raised his eyes and looked at the sky in all directions, only to see streaks of sword light carrying the figures of cultivators as they soared through the air.

He gripped the ancient sword token tightly in his palm, and his divine sense transmitted a gentle divine thought through the illusory sword grass in the inner realm.

"The losses this time were too great, so you should rest well. We are very grateful for your help this time."

On the mountaintop, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass swayed gently, emitting a faint sword murmur, as if in response.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji no longer hesitated and allowed the repulsive power of the sword token to erupt.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck, and his figure was enveloped by the power of teleportation, transforming into a stream of light that streaked out of the sword domain.

Unlocking the fifth Yang Pearl within the Sword Domain is truly a monumental achievement.

Fortunately, he was in the Sword Domain and was protected by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

otherwise
The chains of calamity that descended from the Heavenly Dao were like a net covering the sky and the earth; even with his current cultivation level, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

Although this was within his expectations, he did not anticipate that the Heavenly Dao reaction triggered by the fifth Yang Pearl would be so intense.

"Could it be."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly amidst the flowing light. "Is the Heavenly Dao becoming increasingly clear-headed now? Its speed in locking onto cause and effect, karma, is much faster than before."

His thoughts raced, and as he recalled the狰狞一眼 (zhengning yiyan, meaning ferocious or hideous) eye that was faintly visible in the mist of calamity, he suddenly realized: "If we regard the Heavenly Dao as a living being, its level of consciousness may be related to the revival of spiritual energy?"

"When spiritual energy revives, the Heavenly Dao awakens; when the end of Dharma arrives, it falls into slumber?"

While I dare not make a definitive statement, one thing is certain.

To unlock the sixth Yin Pearl, one must undergo this tribulation again!

even
When the sixth and seventh pairs of Yin-Yang beads are unlocked in the future, the power of this divine punishment will only be greater!
"If things continue like this, one day I will have to confront the will of Heaven."

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. "It seems that before that, we must ascend to the Ninth Heaven, ascertain the truth, and make preparations as soon as possible."

"otherwise."

His expression grew cold. "Then we can only sit and wait for death, give up on unlocking the Yin-Yang Pearl, and wait for the next end of the Dharma."

This passive situation is absolutely not what I wanted!

Just then, his figure left the Sword Domain along with the Ancient Sword Token.

The moment it passed through the first level of the Soul-Devouring Gale Heaven, the ancient sword token that was flashing with azure light in front of it suddenly broke free from its restraints with a "clang" and transformed into a stream of light that shot through the sky.

Zhao Wuji looked up and saw countless sword tokens twinkling like stars, streaks of spiritual light piercing the sky as they flew towards the various great energy veins of the Nine Provinces.

These sword tokens will remain dormant in the Qi channels for over three hundred years.

They will only regroup and be obtained by the various sects that protect the Qi veins when the Sword Domain opens again.

He scanned his surroundings with his divine sense and keenly detected several familiar auras not far away.

He immediately unfurled his sleeves and transformed into a blue rainbow, disappearing in a flash.

But as the clouds dispersed, four graceful figures stood suspended in mid-air.

At the forefront, Hua Qingshuang was dressed in snow-white robes, her sword energy condensing into ice lotuses to keep her suspended in the air, her aura of a perfected Golden Core concealed.

Beside him, Yan Lan's red dress fluttered in the wind, her phoenix eyes radiating a sharp and imposing aura befitting a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

Nan Zhixia, who was a little later, had long, flowing black hair and was dignified and virtuous. Her aura as a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm had been stable for many years.

Li Shiyu stood gracefully at the back, surrounded by her inner energy. Zhao Wuji sensed that she was just one step away from breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

"Unrestrained!"

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji flying towards her, Nan Zhixia's heroic brows immediately broke into a smile, and a dashing smile appeared on her lips.

Knowing that her husband was safe and sound, she was relieved.

"Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shiyu looked up, her eyes sparkling with a shy and charming allure, adding to her captivating charm.

"Unrestrained".

Hua Qingshuang glanced at Zhao Wuji and nodded slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her cool eyes. She calmly said, "It's good that you're alright. There were several signs of riots in the Sword Domain before."

"That's right. Our junior sister Hua was worried sick."

Yan Lan, dressed in a fiery red dress, flew over and made a joke. Suddenly, she noticed that Zhao Wuji's aura was even more profound than that within the Sword Domain, and her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"You've broken through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage?"

"Well, I managed to break through by sheer luck."

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly, then his expression suddenly changed slightly.

Not far away, the clouds rippled slightly, and a familiar aura suddenly appeared.

"Um!?"

A blood-red glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's double pupils, and his divine sense swept away like lightning.

Suddenly, the clouds a hundred feet away distorted like a mirror, and a figure in a blue Taoist robe stepped out from the ripples in the void.

"Old Huang!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's eyes blazed with golden light, and two crimson beams of primordial spirit light shot out from the depths of his pupils like heavenly swords unsheathed.

"boom!"

The void trembled, the air twisted and steamed wherever the beam of light passed, and the intense heat burned the spiritual energy along the way into a crimson rainbow.

It also carried a terrifying spiritual impact that shook the sea of ​​consciousness, like two roaring fire dragons that instantly tore through the sky!
"Um!?"

Huang Shang's Taoist hat suddenly tilted, and the composure on his gaunt face froze instantly.

"Zhao Wuji!"

When he saw the figure of the person who came, the pupils of his cloudy old eyes shrank to needle size, and the fingertips that were forming a hand seal in his sleeve trembled slightly.

"Getaway!"

The Taoist robe fluttered like clouds, and the figure in the yellow robe suddenly became blurred.

An eight-trigram array appeared out of thin air beneath my feet, with the four trigrams Qian, Kun, Zhen, and Xun lighting up with dazzling blue light in turn.

As the array patterns swirled, he seemed to be swallowed by the void, and in the instant the crimson beam struck him, he vanished into a wisp of green smoke.

"Shh!"

A blazing beam of light pierced through the afterimage, tore through the clouds, and illuminated the mist.

Hundreds of feet away, the void rippled like water, and Huang Shang's figure staggered into existence.

The cuffs of the Taoist robe were charred black, and wisps of smoke rose from the burned holes.

His expression shifted between light and dark, his sinister gaze like poisoned silver needles. He first glared fiercely at Yan Lan's alluring figure, then his throat uttered a chilling growl of "traitor."

He then glanced at Zhao Wuji with extreme apprehension, his expression turning even more unpleasant.

His withered hands frantically formed hand seals in his sleeves, and suddenly more than ten substitute talismans burst forth from them.

These paper talisman figures swelled in the wind, transforming into figures identical to Huang Shang as they scattered and fled, while their true forms had already escaped into the deep void using the Free and Easy Wandering technique.

It vanished into the sea of ​​clouds in the sky in an instant.
"Old Huang!"

Yan Lan's red dress billowed up, and her phoenix eyes looked in surprise at the figure of Huang Shang fleeing in a disheveled state in the distance. The way she flew away was just like a hasty escape.

She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Zhao Wuji: "Nephew, it seems you really made this old ghost suffer a great loss at Sword Immortal Mountain."

Zhao Wuji remained calm, flicking his sleeves as he said, "This old ghost is very pragmatic; he'll naturally flee when he sees things are going badly."

Yan Lan pursed her lips slightly, her brows furrowing: "Now that he's gone, how can I remain by his side and find out the whereabouts of the other Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great for you?"

"Uncle-Master, you're overthinking it."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "That old devil is shrewd; he probably already knew. Today's situation further confirms our alliance. If you go back to his side..."

He shook his head, his tone slightly somber, "It will be extremely dangerous."

Yan Lan waved her red sleeve lightly, her delicate brows furrowing: "What about the remaining Nine Tripods of Yu the Great?"

“It’s alright,” Zhao Wuji said thoughtfully. “Now we have obtained two cauldrons, and we also have the help of our senior uncle’s Sea-Suppressing Stele.”

With the added influence of several major families and sects, even without the clues Huang Laogui has gathered over the years, it's not impossible to find other cauldrons.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Just then, the aura of the Sword Lord Wentian emanated from the distant clouds.

Zhao Wuji immediately said to Hua Qingshuang, "Peak Master, please take them back to the Wang family to settle down first. I still need to go back to the sect to take care of some things. I'll come find you later."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and the portal to the Pot Heaven space opened wide.

The demon tree clone, now the size of a normal human, stepped out, its dark gold branches twisting like dragons. It stood silently beside the four women, adopting a guarding posture.

“My clone will be right beside you. Even if Huang Chang makes a comeback, he can protect you.”

(End of this chapter)