Immortals of the End Times

"it is good!"

"Be careful!"

Just as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, Cang Yunzi and Wentian Sword Lord transformed into two streaks of light and rushed straight to the battlefield where the demon tree clone was located.

Zhao Wuji gazed at the familiar figure descending from the sky, a complex expression on his face.

"Brother Bear"

The towering figure, as robust as an iron tower, now displayed supernatural powers. His body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulging like coiled dragons and snakes, and his veins bulging like a dragon emerging from the sea.

As the flesh writhed along his back, six thick arms burst forth from his body.

Twisted Buddhist mudras appeared on each palm, with golden light mixed with murky black energy, resembling fallen Arhats and Vajras.

"kill!"

Xiong Shan, however, had clearly lost his mind. He suddenly roared, and the sound wave shook the surrounding turbid fog.

As the six arms trembled simultaneously, the Buddhist seal and the Taoist charm of the "Hundred Gods Body Forging Technique" strangely merged, revealing a rare phenomenon of dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism.

Where the fist passed, the void cracked inch by inch like a mirror. The fist energy, carrying the turbid mist of calamity, transformed into six illusory figures of angry Vajra, and with the force of destroying the world, crashed down on Zhao Wuji's face.

The force of that punch was so powerful that it carved six dark cracks in the void.

Wherever he passed, spiritual energy vanished, and the chains of calamity binding his body rattled, making his already imposing physique appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

"Summon the immortals!"

Zhao Wuji sighed softly, and suddenly made a hand seal between his fingers.

A wisp of Xiong Shan's aura, which had been intercepted in the ancient Celestial Court, flew out from his sleeve and, under the activation of the Immortal Summoning Technique, transformed into a clear light and entered the other party's brow.

He shouted sharply.

"Hey! Wake up!!"

"Ugh!"

Xiong Shan's offensive abruptly ceased, and his ferocious face appeared for a fleeting moment of disorientation.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in his murky eyes, only to be instantly shattered by the chains of calamity.

The six-armed Buddha seal shone brightly again, even more so than before.

"Four swords in formation!"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, then suddenly flicked his sleeve, revealing a flash of cold light.

The Soul-Splitting Frost Sword unleashed a deep blue Daoist aura, while the Frost Soul Flying Sword stirred up frost over thousands of miles.

The Blood Fiend True Sword exhales crimson fiendish energy, while the True Martial Sword unleashes yin-yang sword energy.

The four peerless flying swords each occupied a corner, instantly forming a cage within the sword realm.

"Zheng!"

The sword's cry was clear and melodious, like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens. The four layers of sword realms overlapped like a lotus, blooming with dazzling sword light.

The Frost Sword Realm freezes the fist's energy, the Blood Fiend Sword Realm diminishes the Buddha's light, the True Martial Sword Realm suppresses the turbid energy, and the Cold Soul Sword Realm seals the six arms.

"Seize the opportunity from heaven! Seize the momentum from earth!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly pressed a finger to his brow, and a series of marks appeared and disappeared there, as if a third eye had been opened.

"Heavenly secrets and earthly terrain, heed my command!"

He let out a loud shout, his voice booming like thunder from the heavens.

Suddenly, the Dao Seal between his eyebrows burst forth with boundless golden light, like a great sun rising from between his brows.

boom! !

The power of heaven and earth, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, transformed into a visible torrent of spiritual energy, solidified as a tangible substance, stirring up ripples in the void and continuously flowing into the sword formation.

Even more astonishingly, countless illusory images of mountains and rivers appeared within the surging spiritual energy!
Every mountain is as majestic as a pillar of heaven, and every river flows like a giant dragon.

These phantoms are not inanimate objects, but rather bear the true meaning of the Dao of Interception and radiate magnificent heavenly power.

The illusory images of mountains suppressed the eight wastelands, and the illusory images of rivers swept across the four directions, pushing the power of the four sword realms to an unprecedented peak!
"break!!"

Xiongshan let out a furious roar like a wild beast, and his six twisted, dragon-like arms waved wildly.

Each palm's Buddha mudra emitted a blinding golden light, but that golden light was mixed with filthy black energy, like a fallen Arhat struggling in his death throes.

Wherever the fist's energy passed, the void shattered like a mirror, yet it could never break through the four layers of sword realm's blockade.

At this moment, the Sword Realm Cage has transformed into a true inescapable net!
Thousands of golden Dao patterns intertwined in the void, each one flowing with majestic heavenly power.

Sword energy condensed into threads, sword energy transformed into a net, layer upon layer, obscuring the sky and the sun.

This was precisely the supreme truth that Zhao Wuji comprehended when he devoured the blood of the Heavenly Dao.

A net stretching to the heavens and earth, imprisoning the sky and locking the earth!
Each line exudes a majestic divine power, as if the true Dao of Heaven has descended, and a suffocating sense of oppression sweeps across all directions.

"Clang! Clang!"

Xiong Shan's burly body struggled violently within the Dao Net, blood dripping down the Calamity Chains.

The six arms, entangled with both Buddhist and demonic energies, frantically tore at the net ropes, each impact producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

However, no matter how violent he became, the Heavenly Net remained unmoved, instead tightening its grip and suppressing him until he could not advance an inch further!
Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the continuous infusion of magical power.

This senior brother Xiong from the ancient immortal court was, after all, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism.

Even with his current cultivation level, capturing him alive would be no easy task.

However, thinking about this senior brother Xiong's past hobbies...

"liquor"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a flick of his sleeve, four sobering stones engraved with wine vessel patterns flew out of the air.

Immediately, the illusory images of the four wine gods, 'Du Kang', 'Yi Di', 'Liu Bai Duo', and 'Jiao Ge', appeared one by one.

Even more strikingly, a phantom image of the King of Yelang drinking wildly with a cup appeared in mid-air, instantly forming the Dionysian Array.

"Rise, you who live a life of debauchery!"

With a shout from Zhao Wuji, amber-colored Tianbao wine suddenly gushed out from the core of the sobering stone.

As the wine surged, the four illusory figures of the God of Wine simultaneously formed hand seals, and the Daoist aura of intoxication and decadence spread like a tide.

The mist of wine contained a trace of the profound meaning of "Three Thousand Great Dreams," completely enveloping Xiong Shan's hundred-foot-tall demonic body.

"Gudong."

Xiong Shan's violent struggles gradually subsided, the knotted muscles on his six arms began to relax, and the turbidity in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a dazed and confused look.

"not enough!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he immediately made a hand seal.

"Bacteria, come out!"

The space between the pots and the heavens suddenly opened up, and the Nascent Soul demonic fungus poked its head out and spewed out more Heavenly Treasure Wine like a waterfall.

The mist grew thicker and thicker, condensing into crystal-clear nectar in the void, each drop reflecting countless illusions.

The mist of wine and the Daoist aura of intoxication instantly became even more intense.

Xiongshan seemed to become more and more sober the more he drank, his body swaying as if he had drunk a magical brew to relieve his worries.

"It's now!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly formed hand seals, and streaks of spiritual light traced mysterious paths between his right fingers. The clear light of the Dissection Technique cut into the gaps in the chains like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

With his left hand, he cast a mist-forming spell, and the resulting wisps of white mist surged in.

Instantly, the chains of calamity and turbidity, formed by the turbid mist, finally creaked under the strain and crumbled into black mist that dissipated.

Freed from the shackles of the chains of calamity, Xiong Shan's cloudy eyes suddenly regained their clarity.

He stared blankly at the swirling mist of alcohol around him, his nostrils flaring slightly, and suddenly murmured, "This aroma...it seems somewhat familiar."

"What!?"

Zhao Wuji's heart trembled violently, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He met Xiong Shan in the ancient celestial court within the mysterious land, which was nothing more than an illusory dojo constructed by the four celestial lords.

Logically speaking, the real Xiong Shan could never have seen him, let alone tasted Tianbao wine.

After all, the history of Yelang Kingdom is not that far back as to that era.

"call"

Before he could think it through, Xiong Shan’s burly body suddenly began to disintegrate inch by inch, his skin peeling off like weathered rock, turning into specks of crystalline light that dissipated into the void.

Only a broken Dao seal remained, hovering in place.

This situation is exactly the same as when I witnessed Jin Linzi's remains dissipate in the Tiannan Secret Realm back then.

"Come!"

Zhao Wuji reached out and grabbed, and the seal seemed to fly towards him on its own, as if it had a spirit.

The moment they made contact, the Dao Seal between his brows suddenly shone brightly with golden light, eagerly devouring and absorbing the Dao Seal.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening explosion came from not far away, and violent spiritual energy swept in all directions like a raging sea.

The demon tree clone, wielding the Immortal-Slaying Spear, swept across the army, its spearhead emitting a blinding crimson light.

The spear tassels, entwined with countless dragon souls, fluttered in the wind, each strand seemingly emitting a deafening dragon roar.

Where the spear tip passed, the void was torn apart like brocade.

The chains of calamity between the brows of the last two lost souls snapped instantly.

"boom!"

Cang Yunzi's Nine Mountains Dharma Form descended with a thunderous roar.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the illusory images of nine ancient divine mountains rotated like millstones.

The mountain was covered with flowing, dark yellow Dao patterns, and the heavy, overwhelming pressure suppressed one of the soulless individuals.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the Heavenly Sword Lord's immortal sword pierced through the air, its dazzling sword light pouring down like a silver river, and its sharp sword energy transformed into a sword realm, pulverizing the turbid mist surrounding the other soulless person.

"Click, click-click!!"

The two figures trembled violently under the double attack, their skin cracking inch by inch like weathered rock.

The flickering flames in their empty eye sockets seemed to be about to let out a final roar, but in the end, it turned into a silent sigh.

The next moment, the two figures of the lost souls collapsed like sand towers, turning into countless crystalline lights and dissipating into the turbid mist of the fallen gods, leaving only two broken Dao seals.

As Cang Yunzi and Wentian Jianjun watched the broken Dao seal falling from the shimmering particles of light, their tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

These soulless individuals possessed exceptional cultivation and formidable strength.

However, it seems that as long as the chains of calamity and turbidity between its brows are severed, it will turn into ashes and disappear on its own after losing the support of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

However, breaking through these chains of calamity is no easy task; it is impossible without overwhelming strength.

Looking across the entire world today, there are only four cultivators who possess such strength.

Cang Yunzi and Wentian Sword Lord pondered to themselves that if they relied solely on their own strength, without the assistance of Zhao Wuji's Jianmu clone, they might not be able to sever the chains of tribulation and turbidity that bound the two soulless beings.

At this moment, both of them turned their gazes to Zhao Wuji as they looked at the broken Dao seal floating in mid-air.

Only by intercepting the true essence of the Dao can one intercept and devour the Dao essence within these Dao seals without suffering a backlash.

Their path, however, is incompatible with these Dao seals.

If one forcibly devours it, it may cause the Dao intent to clash with one's own Dao intent, breed inner demons, shake the Great Dao, and harm oneself in return.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao."

Cang Yunzi bowed solemnly and said, "It would be best if you absorbed and refined these two Dao Seals, so as to increase your chances of success in the next three heavens."

"Alright!" Zhao Wuji didn't refuse politely. After returning the greeting with a cupped hand, the golden light from the Dao Seal between his brows suddenly flowed, swallowing both Dao Seals completely.

He stood upright in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, gazing thoughtfully into the depths of the sky.

"When Senior Jin Linzi was defeated by Xiang Yu's halberd and the chains of calamity broke, he did not turn to ashes. Instead, after briefly regaining his senses, he returned to Kyushu and established the Tiannan Secret Realm."

He paused, pondered, and said, "It must be because Senior Jin Linzi still had some life left at the time, which is why he was able to remain lucid for a short period of time."

These soulless beings, still controlled by the Heavenly Dao, have likely exhausted their lifespans, leaving only their physical bodies and lingering obsessions.

Once the power of the Heavenly Dao is lost to sustain it, this empty shell will naturally vanish into nothingness.

Upon hearing this, both Cang Yunzi and Wentian Sword Lord were shaken, their hearts filled with turmoil.

This power of Heaven has actually been able to sustain the bodies of people whose lifespans have been exhausted to this day, and even preserve their formidable combat strength.

Such methods are simply beyond imagination.

If one were to directly confront the true form of the Heavenly Dao, what a terrifying sight it would be.

Thinking of this, the two men's expressions grew even more solemn, and a trace of fear involuntarily surfaced deep within their hearts.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly, the Sword Master of Asking Heaven let out a clear and melodious sword cry, and the sword mark between his brows burst forth with a dazzling cold light, forcefully dispelling this wisp of distracting thought.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he coldly said, "It must be the Nine Nether Ancestral Demon at work. How dare it disturb the fear in my sword heart just now? It must be that demon causing trouble in the dark!"

Cang Yunzi also suddenly woke up, his long white eyebrows moving without wind, and then said in a deep voice: "The seven emotions and six desires are most easily taken advantage of by the ancestral demons, so one must always guard one's Dao heart."

However, the power of that Heavenly Dao is indeed not to be underestimated.

"The cycle of Heaven breaks the yin and yang, severing life and death."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing. "The Way of Heaven is inherently mysterious and unpredictable, involving the theory of time and space."

The ancient sayings "to live as long as Heaven" and "to receive one's mandate from Heaven" embody this principle.

He looked up into the depths of the Nine Heavens and continued, "That is why the Heavenly Dao can allow a cultivator's body and part of their consciousness to remain for a long time, and even retain their strength from their previous life."

This is likely all supported by the power of the Great Dao of Heaven.

Cang Yunzi's long, white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhao's understanding of the Dao of Heaven is indeed profound."

Perhaps, every time we liberate a lost soul, we are weakening the power of Heaven.

"hope so."

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven's gaze was sharp as a sword, and he said sharply, "Let's recuperate first, and then try to break through the remaining three heavens!"

After saying this, the three of them took a short break to adjust their breathing with the demon tree clone, and then soared into the sky again.

Upon entering the seventh heaven, the Shattered Star Meteorite Heaven, the entire sky suddenly turned crimson like blood.

"Boom!"

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the sky shattered, and countless streams of fire poured down like rain, each trailing a tail of flame that scorched the void with blackened cracks.

Zhao Wuji was prepared; his eyes flashed like lightning, and he made a hand seal.

Golden light burst forth from the fingertips of the Stone-Penetrating Technique, piercing through the core of the meteorite like a wisp of silk, instantly shattering its internal balance.

"burst!"

He clenched his fists suddenly, and several meteorites exploded in mid-air, their fragments raining down like a storm.

"Nine Cauldrons, rise!"

He waved his sleeves.

Nine bronze cauldrons suddenly appeared, surrounding the body, with Dao patterns flowing around them, bursting forth with magnificent heavenly power.

"Boom!!"

The Qingzhou Cauldron trembled as if thunder roared from the heavens, and the wind, thunder, and cloud patterns on its body were all illuminated.

A thunderbolt, like divine punishment, descended upon the world, shattering the fiery rain into dust.

The Yangzhou Cauldron then unleashed a monstrous tide, its dragon-shaped patterns suddenly blazing with a blinding blue light, and its liquid spiritual energy transformed into a gigantic wave thousands of feet high, engulfing the remaining meteorite fire.

"break!!"

At the same time, the demon tree clone roared to the sky, its body suddenly growing to more than two thousand feet tall. Dark gold battle patterns surged like magma, and its bulging muscles rose like mountains. Every inch of its skin flowed with domineering Daoist charm.

"Dali! Carry the mountain!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking like metal striking metal.

Before the fist was even thrown, the terrifying air pressure had already emptied all the meteorites within a radius of a thousand feet.

"boom!!"

His fists slammed down like hammers from the heavens.

The force of the punch solidified into two pillars of crimson gold that pierced the heavens and earth.

Wherever it passed, the void shattered like a mirror, and spiderweb-like black cracks spread wildly.

Before the meteorites even got close, they were crushed into dust by the extremely violent air pressure, turning into a crimson meteor shower under the force of the fist wind, blasting thousands of holes into the sea of ​​clouds below!
"boom!!"

A punch landed squarely on the core of a meteorite the size of a small mountain.

The moment the fists made contact, the ancient star patterns on the meteorite's surface flashed wildly, revealing that they also contained Daoist principles, but they were completely torn apart by the domineering Daoist principles within a fraction of a breath.

Boom! !
The entire meteorite exploded in mid-air, and fragments rained down like heavenly fire.

Each piece trailed a tail of flame hundreds of feet long, scorching the sea of ​​clouds within a hundred miles, causing it to boil and churn!
"Cheng Tian!"

Cang Yunzi was not idle either. The Nine Mountains Dharma Form unfolded with a roar, and the nine ancient divine mountains illusory images rotated like millstones. The heavy pressure of the sky suppressed all the meteorites.

The four of them worked together to tear a path through the torrent of meteorites, unstoppable, straight up to the sky!

In the blink of an eye, the four of them had all reached the eighth heaven, the Void Heaven of Annihilation.

"Shh!"

The moment they stepped inside, the four of them felt as if they had fallen into an abyss.

All things are extinguished, and all spiritual energy is lost!
Zhao Wuji felt as if the magical power within his body was separated by ten thousand layers of void, and even his dantian was shrouded in gray mist. The divine light in his sea of ​​consciousness was like a candle in the wind, flickering and about to be extinguished.

"Vacuum Mirror of Extinction!"

With a low shout, a crystal-clear ancient mirror suddenly flew out from his sleeve.

As the mirror surface swirled, nine profound Dao patterns flickered, forming a hundred-foot-wide vacuum zone in front of him, temporarily isolating him from the power of destruction.

"Now!"

Cangyunzi's Nine Mountains Dharma Form unfolded with a roar, and the Dao Seal that Bears Heaven and Carries All Things burst forth with dazzling, dark yellow light.

The nine phantom mountains forcibly manifested in the environment of the destruction of the Dharma.

Although it lacks spiritual energy, it still suppresses the area with pure Daoist charm.

The Void Heaven of Destruction!
After all, it is the destruction of the Dharma but not the Dao!

"Sword World!"

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven's gaze sharpened, his hand forming a sword incantation.

"Zheng!!"

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the void, and the vast sword realm unfolded like a celestial river.

Although there was no sword energy to crisscross, the purest sword intent was like a rainbow piercing the sun, forcefully carving out a dazzling rainbow bridge in the void where all laws were extinguished!
"Walk!!"

The demon tree clone let out a long howl, and the Jianmu Dao patterns around its body surged like a blue tide.

"Boom!"

The dragon's roots plunged into the void, forcibly extracting a wisp of life from the absolute environment of destruction, briefly supporting a hundred-foot-long verdant domain.

As the Daoist energy of the Jianmu tree flowed, every line of its grain emitted a dazzling, clear light, like a torch lit in the eternal night.

"cut!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the golden light from the Dao Seal between his eyebrows shone brightly.

The true meaning of the Intercepting Dao transformed into countless golden threads that shot out.

Each strand of golden thread precisely pierced the weak points of the void of annihilation, tearing apart the shackles of the laws like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

"boom!!"

The four Dao seals trembled simultaneously. Although there was no fluctuation of magical power, the pure Daoist charm resonated like thunder at this moment.

The magnificent sword intent of the Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens, the vitality of the Jianmu tree clone, the imposing weight of the Nine Mountains of Cang Yunzi, and the sharp edge of Zhao Wuji's Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The four streams of Daoist energy collided like four pillars of heaven.

It forcefully tore a crack open in the vacuum of the Dharma-extinguishing heaven!
"boom!"

The moment the mirror shattered, the four figures darted through the air like startled swans.

Break through the eighth heavenly barrier in one fell swoop!

However, the moment they stepped into the Ninth Heaven, the Burning Soul Bright Sun Heaven...

"laugh!"

Nine crimson suns hung high in the sky, and the Soul-Burning True Fire poured down like a celestial river, instantly enveloping the four people in blazing light!

The light was so solid it seemed to burn away the soul, scorching the void and causing it to distort and deform. Even space itself made a cracking sound under the terrifying heat.

"Anyone who trespasses into the Heavenly Palace shall die!!"

A cold and majestic will resounded like thunder, shaking the entire Nine Heavens!
"Rumble--"

The sky suddenly split open with twelve jagged gaps, like wounds torn open by sharp claws.

Twelve figures, bound by chains of calamity and corruption, suddenly descended from the crack!

Each one exudes a breathtaking divine aura.

The terrifying pressure was like a mountain of immense weight pressing down, instantly freezing the sky within a radius of a thousand miles!

"Crash!"

The chains of calamity writhed like living things, and the ear-piercing sound of the chains rubbing together echoed through the sky.

Twelve figures stood in mid-air.

The leader's withered face seemed frozen with the coldness of death, yet his long gray hair still flowed with an immortal aura.

The most terrifying thing was the Dao seal between their eyebrows, which was pierced by chains.

Each one contains the complete true meaning of the Great Dao, and now, under the erosion of the tribulation, it is actually emitting a distorted and violent Dao rhythm fluctuation!

"Twelve Nascent Soul cultivators from the ancient Celestial Court have become soulless beings?!"

Cang Yunzi's snow-white eyebrows trembled violently, and the Nine Mountains Dharma Image formed by the Daoist aura behind him was also forced to shrink by three zhang by the overwhelming spiritual pressure descending from above.

"How could there be so many?!"

The Heavenly Sword Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, the Heavenly Sword Seal flickered wildly, and the sword energy around him was as if he were trapped in a quagmire, making it difficult for him to even fully unleash his sword realm.

Zhao Wuji and the demon tree clone were also on high alert. The Dao Seal of Intercepting the Dao and the Dao Pattern of Jianmu simultaneously burst out with dazzling light, but they were still suppressed by this overwhelming power and their auras became sluggish!
Twelve gazes swept over like ancient ice, each one containing a chilling coldness and murderous intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

They were like twelve ancient gods of death, ready to crush anything that dared to defy the might of heaven!

"Lu Ming. Yan Lingluo."

Zhao Wuji's gaze was fixed on the white-haired figure at the head of the group, and the beautiful woman with a good figure behind him. His heart trembled violently.

The handsome cultivator in my memory, who wore a golden crown and rode a sword, has now become a cold puppet with white hair and chains binding him.

This is a stark contrast to the image of Junior Brother Lu who was so spirited and charismatic in the Immortal Court's martial arts arena back then.

And then there was that charming junior sister who used to call him Senior Brother Zhao, but now her eyes were indifferent and empty, she had lost her familiar cleverness and had become this cold and unfamiliar soulless puppet.

At present, twelve soulless Nascent Soul cultivators are blocking the way.

How can we possibly get through now?
How can one witness the fallen Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens?
(End of this chapter)