Immortals of the End Times

Within the fifth-level spiritual vein core of the Pot Heaven Space, spiritual energy surged like mist.

The Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls shimmered and flowed in the sea of ​​consciousness, the Yin and Yang energies coiling like dragons and snakes, transforming into a chaotic cocoon that enveloped Zhao Wuji's damaged Dao body.

His flesh and bones were reborn inch by inch with each cycle, and the shattered Dao Seal drew upon the power of the previously undigested broken Dao Seal, which flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

Du Laodao's incense and divine patterns, Zhu Muchen's weapon-refining true fire, Xiong Shan's Hundred Gods Body-Forging Buddha Light, and even the sword imprint that Lu Ming left before he disappeared, all transformed into a colorful Dao rainbow and broke out of the cocoon.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of his body being reshaped was like the clear ringing of a jade chime, and his newly formed bones even emitted a golden light like stardust.

That was the Daoist essence extracted from the Ziwei Immortal King's chess game, which was now intertwined with the domineering intent formed by Xiang Yu's true blood in his marrow cavity.

As the muscle fibers regenerate, bathed in the Nanming Li Fire Dao Seal left by Yan Lingluo, it is as if they are being reborn from the ashes.

However, every meridian in his body was filled with the Daoist principles of the Heavenly Net and Earthly Net, and every groove in his brain was permeated with the supreme Daoist intent.

The true meaning of intercepting the Dao has taken advantage of this physical body reshaping to tame these originally conflicting Daoist principles, completely refining them into the Daoist body and reshaping the Daoist body.

He even began to form a five-petaled Dao lotus in his dantian.

"laugh!"

His spine suddenly burst forth with dazzling purple light, and a bewitching red glow appeared in his spiritual radiance.

This is a sign that his spiritual talent has reached the pinnacle of the Purple Light stage!

Numerous Daoist principles, like silk threads, began to wander through every inch of the newly formed body. The originally cracked Daoist body was like porcelain being reforged, and was mended as before in the spiritual flames.

However, the spiritual energy from the fifth-level spiritual vein seemed insufficient at this moment.

"Soul Devouring!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his fists.

In an instant, the barrier between the first heaven within the sleeve and the third heaven within the body burst open.

Vast spiritual energy poured down like a galaxy from the heavens, transforming into a raging torrent that flowed into his meridians.

As soon as these spiritual energies surged in, they ceased to operate according to normal principles, instead carrying the Daoist principles of Heaven and transforming into a chaotic torrent.

Wherever it passed, the meridians seemed to be tempered by heavenly fire, bursting forth with brilliant Dao radiance.

Taking advantage of the foundation being reshaped, his aura rose steadily.

Although his magical power had not yet reached the threshold of the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the Dao Seal of Intercepting the Dao, which he had comprehended by devouring many Dao Seals, had already revealed five profound Dao Marks deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if a celestial monument had manifested, reflecting the Dao seal that had healed the crack between his brows.

The five Dao marks between those seals represent five different Dao meanings.

Intercept the heavens! Intercept the earth! Intercept people! Intercept destiny! Intercept the path!

The Heaven-Severing Dao Mark is like a sword beam that tears through the sky; wherever its sharpness points, it seems capable of severing the shackles of the heavens.

The Dao traces that cut through the earth are like chains from the netherworld, capable of drawing away the very essence of mountains and rivers as they wrap around.

By cutting off the traces of human beings and transforming them into illusory images, the fate of all beings can be overturned in the palm of one's hand with a single thought.

The traces of destiny are like intersecting star trails, seizing that fleeting opportunity in the long river of cause and effect.

The Dao traces of interception are like a wisp of true meaning at the beginning of chaos; all laws and myriad paths can be intercepted and used for one's own purposes.

As the five marks rotated, the true meaning of the fifth segment of the Dao had already awakened.

Although Zhao Wuji had not yet broken through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his understanding of the Dao had already reached the level of the late Nascent Soul realm.

However, his magical power is still lacking.

"boom!!"

A boundless and profound spiritual power erupted from Zhao Wuji's body.

His body exuded a tangible Daoist aura, weaving countless golden Daoist patterns in the void.

The reshaped body of the Dao gleamed with a clear, jade-like light.

Starlight flickered between his muscles and bones, and every inch of his skin contained terrifying power.

His seated figure was upright and tall, like a pine tree standing proudly, with perfectly sculpted muscles and a broad shoulder and narrow waist that were also very aesthetically pleasing.

Now his face is even more handsome and extraordinary. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes are like a galaxy, with golden light flashing between them. Compared to the little imperial physician he once was in the mortal capital, his temperament and aura are completely different.

"The Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls are truly wondrous."

Zhao Wuji was amazed as he felt his body completely healed.

The fatal injury that caused the Dao seal to shatter earlier has been completely healed in a short period of time.

He lightly clenched his five fingers, and ripples of spiritual energy immediately spread through the void.

This newly formed Dao body is several times stronger than before, and its spiritual aptitude has reached its peak.

"If an ordinary Dao Lord were to suffer such a severe injury..."

As he thought of this, a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

For other Nascent Soul cultivators, the collapse of their Dao body would mean damage to the foundation of their Great Dao.

Even if one were to possess another's body and be reborn, it would still take hundreds of years to rebuild.

At this critical juncture when the Dharma is about to end, it is tantamount to cutting off one's own path.

"The realm of the Loose Immortal is truly terrifying and awe-inspiring."

Recalling the perilous chess game on the chessboard beyond the nine heavens, Zhao Wuji still feels a chill run down his spine.

The Ziwei Immortal King's casual move was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, while the Zhongtian Immortal King's chanting caused him to bleed from all seven orifices.

Even if they managed to take shortcuts and use tricks, they could only barely secure a slim chance of survival.

"Snapped!"

With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained black chess piece that Zhao Wuji had intercepted earlier appeared in his palm.

On the cracked surface of the chessboard, faint shadows could be seen moving within it.

"This chess piece"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered, and a blood moon appeared and disappeared in his eyes. When he looked at the piece again, the chessboard was filled with a hazy Daoist charm.

The chess pieces were churning with chaotic energy, seemingly revealing a scene of ancient vicissitudes, as if a nascent universe had been created by the creation of the world.

"Boom!"

Before the chaos was divided, a colossal giant emerged from the eternal night.

Its head is like Mount Buzhou, its hair hangs down and transforms into a dazzling galaxy, and with each breath it stirs up a chaotic storm.

"upbraid!"

The giant glared and roared, the sound shattering the boundless darkness.

When the giant hand tore through the primordial chaos, the pure and turbid energies intertwined like dragons and snakes, and the starlight that leaked through the gaps between the fingers condensed into thirty-three heavenly palaces.

When his spine transformed into a pillar supporting the heavens, each vertebra emitted a sound of creation, causing the chaotic sea to boil and surge.

The moment the bones shattered, the blood transformed into the roaring, raging Netherworld River. Where the hair fell out, trees and vegetation grew, with the largest spine growing into a towering Jianmu tree, with the sun, moon, and stars hanging among its branches and leaves.

This magnificent scene, a creation of the world, deeply moved Zhao Wuji's Daoist heart.

"Is this... Pangu? Pangu creating the world? The creation scene from mythology? Jianmu is formed from Pangu's spine?"

His breath caught in his throat, his expression one of astonishment, as he watched the illusory figure shift and turn.

Suddenly, the sky cracked open, and the Milky Way poured down.

A graceful figure with a snake's tail and a human body flew out from the Fiery Cloud Cave. As she stretched out her jade arms, the five-colored divine stones in front of her were melted into colorful clouds that mended the sky and scattered upwards.

"Nuwa mending the sky?" Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Nuwa lightly raised her fair hand, and each ray of rosy light transformed into a golden phoenix carrying a stone, causing countless birds to flap their wings in response.

The shattered sky healed in the seven-colored divine light, and where her serpentine tail swam, the earth's veins rose to form the ridge of Mount Buzhou.

Suddenly the Luo River surged, and the white-haired old man rode a dragon-horse, breaking through the waves.

The white-haired old man held the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and wherever his fingertips traced, the eight trigrams and Dao patterns were imprinted in the void.

Qian represents Heaven, Kun represents Earth, Zhen represents Thunder, and Xun represents Wind.
With each hexagram that lights up, the laws of heaven and earth become more stable.

The Yin and Yang energies swirled like swimming fish, eventually reflecting the Primordial Taiji Dao Diagram in Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness.

"The River Chart and the Luo River Writing, Fuxi? The embodiment of the Dao?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted slightly as he was surprised to discover that the Dao intent contained in these illusory figures could directly affect his primordial spirit.

In the blink of an eye, the world has changed, and yet we see the Three Sovereigns ruling the world and the Five Emperors establishing order.

The Yellow Emperor wielded his sword to slay demons and gods, Shennong walked barefoot across scorched earth, and the sweet dew of a hundred herbs saved the common people. The abdication of Yao and Shun and the enlightenment of virtue—the figures of many ancient sage kings appear like fleeting glimpses, yet they twist and ripple in the red lotus of karmic fire, like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water.

Ultimately, all illusions collapsed.

Pangu who created the heavens, Nuwa who mended the heavens, and Fuxi who performed the divination all transformed into three radiant suns.

Under the blazing sun, the Daoist energy flowed like a waterfall. Three magnificent suns descended from beyond the thirty-third heaven, finally merging at the summit of the Celestial Court into an eternal, blazing sun.

Within that giant sun, a divine being bowed his head, his eyes containing the Milky Way, and as the twelve tassels on his crown swayed, countless worlds were born and destroyed.

As he turned and closed his eyes, six black moons sank from the western sky, their eerie light as dark as ink, carrying with them the chill of the netherworld as they plunged into the bottomless abyss.
"Crack!"

Suddenly, the black chess piece burst open with spiderweb-like cracks.

It shattered inch by inch in Zhao Wuji's palm, and finally exploded into dust with a "bang".

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a sharp pain between his brows, and the Dao Seal of Intercepting Dao flickered wildly.

Why are these scenes, which should exist in ancient myths, manifested in a single chess piece?

He was deeply shaken, and those ancient images, intertwined with reality and illusion, still echoed in his mind.

A giant at the dawn of creation, a snake-tailed goddess mending the sky, and a white-haired old man measuring the heavens and earth.
Pangu, Nuwa, and Fuxi—these figures from ancient mythology—are all manifested as phantom images within the chess pieces.

What shocked him even more was that the images eventually twisted and changed, and the three majestic figures, as great as the sun, merged in the thirty-third heaven of the Celestial Court, transforming into a blazing sun.

And deep within the blazing sun.
What kind of being is that magnificent figure whose head is bowed and whose eyes are closed and which causes six black moons to fall?

"What do the images within these chess pieces reveal? Could these myths and legends that also existed in my original world be real in this world as well?"

Or does it represent something else?

Zhao Wuji frowned, his mind filled with many questions.

He originally thought that after passing through the Nine Heavens and glimpsing the true face of the Heavenly Dao, the many mysteries of this Dharma-ending Age would be easily solved.

Unexpectedly, instead of finding the answer, they have fallen into an even deeper fog of confusion.

The raging flames that engulfed heaven and earth burned away the illusions of past dynasties and myths, as if telling a cruel truth.

In this world, all living beings suffer and are caught in calamities; no one can escape the entanglements of karma.

The only certainty is that deep within the single eye of the Fallen Heavenly Dao, there is indeed a sealed treasure furnace that once housed the Yin-Yang Pearl.

Based on clues left before Jin Linzi's death, and the circumstances of many soul-destroying individuals perishing, it can be inferred that...
"Apart from the two Loose Immortals, Ziwei and Zhongtian, the other sixteen Dao Integration Realm experts should have already passed away peacefully of old age."

His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he ran his fingers over the remaining chess pieces.

The reason why those flawless Dao bodies can exist forever is probably entirely due to the true meaning of the Great Dao of Heaven, which is to "live as long as Heaven."

Just like insects preserved in amber, seemingly eternal, but in reality, they have been dead for a long time.
Zhao Wuji's thoughts raced, and the image from the Heavenly Dao's Single Eye reappeared in his mind.

The eighteen dazzling points of light, like star orbits, circled the ancient medicine furnace in the center, just like the arrangement of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Pearls.

"Could it be that my Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls are the key to breaking this deadlock?"

His gaze sharpened as he realized this.

When he crossed over to this world, it was while visiting an ancient medicine furnace in a museum. Suddenly, eighteen points of light representing the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Pearls appeared inside the furnace, and that's how he crossed over.

"Could my transmigration be related to this world in some causal way?"

The Yin-Yang Beads in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly, and the nine pairs of beads resonated with each other, reflecting a phantom image of Yin and Yang Tai Chi within his spiritual platform.

Many mysteries entwine in my mind, yet they remain like flowers seen through a fog, ultimately separated by a layer.

"That's all."

He clenched his fist and slid the chess piece into his sleeve.

The scenes beyond the Nine Heavens are still vivid in my mind.

The eighteen points of light floating in the Heavenly Dao's single eye, the starry Dao aura of the Purple Star Immortal King and the Central Heaven Immortal King, and the blurry figure sitting in the medicine furnace.
With his current cultivation at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, even with the True Meaning of Intercepting the Dao by his side, he is nothing more than a slightly larger ant in front of such a rogue immortal.

Not to mention facing the power of that corrupt heavenly way.

"The end of the Dharma is approximately 170 years away."

He raised his head and looked up at the heavens that had transformed into the inner landscape of the pot, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

It is indeed quite difficult to break through to the Dao before the end of the Dharma, and resources are somewhat lacking.

But Jie Dao is adept at seizing a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.

Zhao Wuji felt heavy-hearted, but he quickly composed himself and his eyes regained their clarity.

He rose with a flick of his sleeve, his Taoist robe billowing like clouds covering his body, and then instantly transformed into a streak of light, darting out of the spiritual vein's central core.

Inside the Pot Heaven Space, Hua Qingshuang and the other three saw his figure approaching from afar.

After waiting anxiously for more than ten days, their tense expressions relaxed, and they immediately rushed forward.

"Husband!"

"Unrestrained!"

"Your injuries are healed? Let me see how your physical body is recovering."

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes were filled with urgency, and her jade fingers moved like lightning, tearing open the cloud-patterned Taoist robe he had just put on without saying a word.

"Oh, Master Uncle."

Just as Zhao Wuji raised his hand to stop them, three pairs of soft hands reached out at once.

"Don't move, let us check on you. You were so badly injured before."

Hua Qingshuang's cool palm pressed against his back.

Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu attacked from both sides, one holding down his arm and the other going straight to untie the jade belt around his waist.

"You guys are really something."

Zhao Wuji shook his head helplessly, but seeing the stubbornness in the four pairs of bright eyes, he could only sigh and let them examine him.

The Taoist robe he had just put on was immediately taken off.

His body was as clear as jade, with five-colored Dao patterns faintly visible among his newly formed skin, and there was not a trace of injury.

"Satisfied? Now it's my turn to check on your recent progress in cultivation."

He suddenly raised an eyebrow, let out a soft hum, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes, and abruptly swung his hand back.

A gust of wind blew by, as if it had transformed into his hands tearing at something.

"Tear!"

Yan Lan's fiery red gauze dress was suddenly torn open halfway, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders. Startled, she let out a soft "Ah!" and her phoenix eyes widened as her long, slender legs instinctively reached out to kick.

"Husband!"

Nan Zhixia's gentle face flushed crimson in an instant, and she hurriedly covered her slightly open dress with her delicate hands, completely losing her dignified demeanor.

"He's up to something! Sisters, run!"

Li Shiyu's cunning eyes flickered in panic, and as she lightly bit her lip, her slender waist twisted and turned like a fish trying to escape.

"Wuji, don't do anything reckless."

Hua Qingshuang's cold and aloof face lost all its frostiness, turning incredibly blushing. She retreated as her snow-white sleeves fluttered.

"late!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly pinched his sword finger, and the immobilization spell shone with a clear light like moonlight.

"Certainly!"

The four women froze instantly.

"Nephew! You're using that trick again! If you have the guts, let me go."

Yan Lan's red dress was half undone, her fiery figure frozen in an alluring curve, her eyes almost spitting fire with shame and anger, and she sent a message of resentment.

"Husband, no! It's so embarrassing."

Nan Zhixia's black hair fell down her cheeks as she hurriedly sent a telepathic message. Her flustered appearance, devoid of any composure, only added to her charm.

"Senior brother, I was wrong. I'll do it myself. Can you let me go first? We can be on the same team."

Li Shiyu's eyes darted around, and she immediately sent a telepathic plea for mercy. Her escape posture was frozen, which perfectly revealed her graceful curves, making her both charming and somewhat comical.

"Wuji, you...you don't want the four of us together again. I...I don't want to."

Hua Qingshuang's usually icy face was now flushed, her eyes darting around in panic. No matter how aloof the fairy was, the thought of what might happen next made her ears turn bright red.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled and walked leisurely toward the four women, saying, "You want to check my injuries? You can't tell how powerful my current Dao body is just by looking at my appearance. I won't bully you. This time, all four of you will come at me together."

"You!! You little rascal, you're getting worse and worse."

"No!"

"Senior brother, I... I surrender first."

"Wuji, I... I'm not ready yet."

Four rosy cheeks, bathed in the soft moonlight, each radiated a unique and exquisite beauty.
(End of this chapter)