Immortals of the End Times

Zhao Wuji's brow suddenly lit up with golden light, instantly shattering the demonic flower that had invaded him.

However, the medicine boy Xiaoyue had already fallen victim to the attack. Her primordial spirit was entangled by seven kinds of erotic threads, and her eyes glowed with an eerie blood-red light.

"grown ups."

She parted her lips slightly, and her breath carried a seductive, alluring fragrance.

"Concentrate and calm your mind!"

Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit transformed into a stream of light and rushed close, his fingers forming a hand seal as he unleashed the Spirit Exorcism Technique.

As soon as a burst of magical light appeared, he suddenly felt a warm, soft body bump into his arms.

Xiaoyue's two lotus-like arms wrapped around his neck like snakes, and her primordial spirit body was burning hot. Every inch of their bodies touching stirred up a tremor in their spiritual realms.

This fusion of primordial spirits was a thousand times more intense than physical intimacy, and even Zhao Wuji, with his Dao heart and composure, felt his mind shaken.

As the girl's black hair fell down, it brushed against her cheeks, as if a thousand strands of emotion were stirring her heart.

In a daze, he couldn't help but recall the scene when he first used the Dream Marriage Technique to sneak into Xiao Yue's dream in the Linglang Cave.

"That's all."

Zhao Wuji let out a soft sigh, and the golden patterns around his body suddenly disappeared.

Since he had already granted this girl's wish in his dream back then, why not grant it again today?
The reason why the demonic nature could take advantage of the situation was precisely because the emotions that had been suppressed for nearly a hundred years were too intense.
It is better to block than to open up.

He wrapped his arm around the girl's slender waist and let her press her rosy lips against her neck.

A beautiful, clear light emanated from the entanglement of the two primordial spirits.

Zhao Wuji remained clear-headed amidst the passionate embrace, his fingers like swords, subtly intercepting the true essence of the demonic path.

Then, use the demonic principles of the Dao to assimilate and devour the demonic nature of the Love Flower.

As the seven threads of love broke apart inch by inch, the tears that streamed down Xiaoyue's satisfied eyes turned into shattered glass stars.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoyue seemed to awaken from a beautiful dream, with lingering sweetness still remaining deep in her soul.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying back on the bed in the pavilion of the Pot Heaven Space.

Before her was Zhao Wuji's handsome face, which she had longed for day and night, so close to her.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a burning sensation in my ears from embarrassment.

"S-Sir?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly closed her eyes. As if she couldn't quite believe it, she slowly opened them again until she saw Zhao Wuji's face clearly. Then she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I...I was clearly undergoing the Golden Core Tribulation."

Her slender, delicate fingers unconsciously tightened around the brocade quilt.

The vivid, dreamlike images and the demon king's roar swirled in my mind, making it impossible to distinguish between a dream and reality.

"Now that you have passed the Golden Core Tribulation, you have successfully condensed your Golden Core."

Zhao Wuji sat on the edge of the couch and said gently with a smile, "With me here, I will naturally protect you."

"Um"

Xiao Yue's voice was like melting snowflakes. She recalled the unforgettable and lingering dream, no longer able to tell whether it was a demonic illusion or reality. Yet, the passion she felt there was something even more captivating than reality itself.

She timidly raised her delicate hand, as if to touch the adult standing close before her.

"Snapped."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji's slender fingers suddenly grasped her soft hand and guided it to his cheek.

"what!"

The warm touch startled Xiaoyue, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly. Then she heard a soft laugh from in front of her: "Take good care of yourself and regulate your breathing."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji stood up, flicked his sleeves, and nodded slightly to the little maid waiting beside him: "Take good care of her."

As he turned around, he nodded slightly to Xiaoyue before leaving.

Xiaoyue stared blankly at Zhao Wuji's departing figure, her delicate hand trembling as she touched her fingertips.

The warmth I felt in my palm just now still seemed to be burning on my skin.

"grown ups."

Her eyes shimmered with tears, and the deep-seated obsession she had held for so many years melted away like spring snow, turning into a gentle pool of water.

Zhao Wuji's figure vanished like smoke in the pavilion, and in an instant he arrived at the Yin Sha Spring deep within the Pot Heaven Space.

But deep within the spring, waves of eerie blue energy surged like mist, and nine dark marrows at the bottom of the spring gleamed with a hazy, cold light.

Decades ago, only two precious Yin Marrow treasures remained in the spring. Now, decades later, nine have condensed, which is just enough to unlock the eighth Yin Pearl.

He shifted his gaze slightly and summoned the Qingzhou Cauldron.

But then, lightning flashed within, and seven supreme yang lightning crystals floated and sank in the cauldron.

After a little more time to nurture it, it will be enough to activate the Ninth Yang Pearl.

There's no need to rush.

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve to put away the Qingzhou Cauldron and stood with his hands behind his back.

When the Yin and Yang marrow needed to unlock the Yin and Yang beads are completely perfected, that may be the moment he breaks through to the Dao Integration Realm.

"At that time, I will unlock the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls completely in one fell swoop!"

At this thought, he suddenly remembered the chaotic state of heaven and earth described by the six great ancestral demons.

Immediately, with a slight flick of his sleeves, the overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul stage receded like a receding tide.

He suddenly made a hand seal, and with the flow of clear light from the Disguise Technique, his figure transformed into an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.

Then he stepped out of the Pot Heaven space.

Inside the backyard of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, before the wisps of spiritual mist had dissipated, Zhao Wuji's figure suddenly appeared in the air.

His divine sense, like an invisible tide, swept over the outside world's markets.

However, the teahouses and taverns in the market were still bustling with activity, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Beneath this seemingly peaceful street scene, however, lie countless undercurrents, as the ancestral demons had described.

"There doesn't seem to be any chaos on the surface."

Zhao Wuji scanned the Immortal Saint Sect's market with his divine sense and saw countless spiritual lights flashing on the bodies of many cultivators in the market.

The cinnabar in front of some talisman stalls was still wet, and the magical artifact pavilions were filled with auspicious energy.

Outside the market, spirit boats from all directions shuttled back and forth like carp crossing a river, making it dozens or even hundreds of times more prosperous than during the most desolate period of the Dharma-ending Age.

Occasionally, the oppressive aura of the Golden Core would pass by, like pearls adorning brocade, and one could often encounter it.

"Isn't this a scene of peace and prosperity? The spiritual energy is so abundant it couldn't be more so. Are those six old turtles just spreading alarmist rumors?"

His blood-red eyes flickered slightly, considering that this market was, after all, on the territory of the Immortal Saint Sect.

With the current power of the Immortal Saint Sect, with Cang Yunzi, a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, presiding over it, and numerous Nascent Soul cultivators occupying various immortal peaks, it's normal that there's no chaos here.

Immediately, his divine sense receded like the tide, then transformed into an invisible arrow that shot through the air.

In an instant, it traversed thousands of miles, reaching beyond six thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, he had a sudden realization.

The divine sense, which had traversed more than six thousand miles, suddenly came to a halt.

However, they discovered that in a secret courtyard of a family affiliated with the Immortal Saint Sect below, wisps of demonic and turbid energy were seeping out from the cracks in the mountain-protecting array.

"More than six thousand miles away, not close to the Immortal Saint Sect, but not too far either, yet there is already the aura of demons?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Although the demonic aura was extremely faint, seemingly isolated by an array, it was difficult to detect.

However, under the deliberate observation of his divine sense as a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, he had nowhere to hide.

The complex protective array surrounding the family compound was rendered useless in his eyes.

With a thought, he silently infiltrated the family compound, making his way in.

In an instant, the aura and cultivation level of all the cultivators in the entire family were displayed before his eyes as if he were looking at the lines on his palm.

The spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul ancestor was as deep as an abyss, while the spiritual power of two Golden Core cultivators resided at opposite ends of the family's immortal mountain.

In this prosperous era of spiritual revival, although such a family may not be considered top-tier, it is still a powerful force comparable to the royal families before the end of the Dharma era.

"Ok?"

His consciousness instantly locked onto the depths of the cave.

The faint demonic aura sensed originated from that direction, which was clearly the location of the Nascent Soul Ancestor of this family.

At this moment, through his divine sense, he saw that the Yin energy in the cave had solidified into a tangible form.

Hundreds of stone pillars are wrapped with array chains made of special materials.

Dozens of spirited young men and women were suspended in mid-air.

A blood-refining array etched into the ground was emitting an eerie purple light.

Some of the cultivators trapped in the formation, along with the vital essence, energy, and spirit of the young men and women, flowed like smoke and mist.

Following the array's patterns, it flowed directly into the body of a withered old man sitting cross-legged in the center.

"This person is using humans to refine elixirs."

Since absorbing some of Huang Shang's memories and the inheritance of the Longevity Daoist Canon, Zhao Wuji's vision and experience have been greatly enhanced.

With just one glance, he instantly grasped the key.

The ancestor of this family's Nascent Soul stage likely broke through to the next level by using some inhumane demonic technique, but suffered a backlash during the Nascent Soul tribulation.

At this moment, he was using the Blood Refining Evil Technique to devour the spirituality of others, both to replenish his lost lifespan and to solidify the foundation of his nascent soul. But then, a hideous demonic mark resembling a giant mouth was greedily spitting out blood and evil energy between the old man's brows—it was none other than the demonic seal of the Ancestral Demon, the Greedy Demon!

At this moment, an old cultivator with white hair and beard suddenly struggled and roared within the Blood Refining Array: "Senior Liu! Please spare my son! I am a member of the Zhou clan of the Bei Yun Hua family!"

"The Zhou family."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, a hint of surprise crossing his gaze.

After he helped the Wang family unify the four clans, Hua Qingshuang took power and renamed the Wang family the Hua family.

The Zhou family is now one of the four clans that have submitted to the Hua family.

Now, I've unexpectedly encountered his bloodline's descendant here.

"Hehehe, how naive!"

The withered Nascent Soul old monster sneered, his face, aged like tree bark, full of mockery: "Don't even mention you, a remnant of the Zhou family, even if you, a direct descendant of the Hua family, fall into my hands, you won't leave alive!"

"you!"

The old cultivator's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Aren't you afraid of the Hua family's retaliation? The Hua family has the Demon-Slaying Saint Daoist Lord backing them up!"

"Noisy!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator's expression changed drastically, a hint of fear flashing in his demonic eyes, before he sneered coldly, "Why would a Dao Lord care about ants like you? Your Zhou family was nothing more than a defeated foe of the Hua family back then, and now you're nothing but stray dogs! Who cares about your life or death?"

His body was engulfed in demonic flames, and his withered claws formed a hand seal, drawing blood light from the formation: "As for the Hua family... hehehe, although I am backed by the Immortal Saint Sect, even the Immortal Saint Sect is unaware of these dealings. How could the Hua family go to war with my Liu family for the sake of a few remnants like you? Aren't you afraid of offending the Immortal Saint Sect?"
It should be noted that the Immortal Saint Sect also has the Azure Cloud Immortal Saint Dao Lord overseeing it.

At this moment, the Blood Refining Array hummed and trembled, and the boy in the old cultivator's arms began to bleed from his seven orifices.

The Nascent Soul cultivator chuckled and intensified the formation's operation: "Now that you've fallen into my hands, you'd better obediently offer up your lives as fuel for my growth. Want to live? That's wishful thinking!"

As the old monster continued to sneer, many cultivators within the Blood Refining Formation turned ashen-faced.

"It's dark under the lamp. This is the evil happening right under the noses of the righteous path, and no one is coming to save us."

An elderly man with silver hair gave a bitter laugh and whispered.

Who would have thought that the Liu family, backed by the Immortal Saint Sect, outwardly appeared glamorous and upright, like the best of the righteous path, but secretly committed such heinous acts?

Many cultivators who came to the Immortal Saint Sect disappeared without a trace, only to be captured by the Liu family and used as food.

Even if someone had doubts, how could they dare to investigate this behemoth under the Immortal Saint Sect?

"Good and evil? They are simply defined by the strong."

The Liu family patriarch made a hand seal, and the blood flames within the formation suddenly surged. "Now that you are facing death, you should understand the irrefutable truth of this world: strength!"

Right now.

"You say you define good and evil?"

A chilling divine sense, like a icy spring from the heavens pouring down, exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Liu family patriarch.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried a suffocating majesty: "I wonder which esteemed figure from the Immortal Saint Sect you have as your backer? Since you have the support of an immortal sect, why would you willingly stoop to the demonic path?"

"Who?!"

The Liu family patriarch was utterly horrified; his withered body trembled violently as he tried to get up.

However, he was horrified to discover that he couldn't even move a single finger, and his consciousness was trapped in a quagmire, unable to transmit even the simplest divine thoughts.

The massive array of blood-red light surged on its own, yet remained frozen in mid-air.

The desperate cultivators looked up in astonishment and saw the Liu family patriarch standing frozen in the center of the formation, his face contorted as if he had seen a ghost.
The next moment, golden light burst forth from the Liu family patriarch's sea of ​​consciousness, and a figure as radiant as the sun appeared out of thin air.

The figure was surrounded by golden patterns of the Dao Intercepting Realm, and the mere radiance of the Dao it emitted caused the primordial spirit of the Liu family patriarch, which was corrupted by demonic nature, to hiss and crackle.

"You think I wouldn't stoop to look at such trivial matters?"

Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit stood with his hands behind his back, his voice booming like thunder from the heavens: "But today I want to see just what kind of demons and monsters have been bred in this chaotic world!"

"The Demon-Slaying Saintly Daoist Lord?!"

The nascent soul of the Liu family patriarch trembled violently, his withered and aged face contorted in terror.

He frantically made hand seals, trying to break free from this prison of consciousness, only to find that the demonic energy around him was rapidly dissolving like snow meeting the blazing sun.

"Tell me! Who gave you the courage?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes suddenly bursting with golden light, like two great suns in the sky. His majestic heavenly power transformed into a sharp sword of divine sense, instantly piercing through the primordial spirit of the Liu family patriarch.

"what!!"

The nascent soul immediately let out a shrill wail, and the demonic energy around it melted away like boiling oil poured on snow.

His primordial spirit was torn apart inch by inch by the golden light, and the river of memories poured out like a burst dam, appearing before Zhao Wuji's eyes like a revolving lantern.

In the dark cave, the greed of the Liu family patriarch when he first encountered the demonic jade slip.
The scene of Elder Wei of the Immortal Saint Sect, who bestowed the jade slip, bewitching the immortals.
Inside the Blood Array in the underground cave, the essence and blood of dozens of cultivators were extracted from their meridians, turning into scarlet streams that flowed into the array's core. The cries of agony mingled with the maniacal laughter of the Liu family patriarch.
"Wei Junliang, the Nascent Soul Elder of the Outer Sect of the Immortal Saint Sect?"

Zhao Wuji's divine sense tightened like a net, instantly locking onto the sinister figure clad in the purple robe of the Immortal Saint Sect, and discerning the secrets hidden deep within the primordial spirit of the Liu family patriarch.

His golden figure, formed from divine consciousness, suddenly activated the Soul Extraction Technique, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing at the air.

"Soul extraction!"

"Ah!! No!"

Liu Shuzhi's nascent soul suddenly twisted and deformed, and was forcibly pulled out of his sea of ​​consciousness by an irresistible force.

The terrified Nascent Soul child struggled frantically in the golden light, but was unable to move under the suppression of the powerful magic.

"Exorcise the spirits!"

Zhao Wuji's hand seals suddenly changed, and a wisp of divine light entered the space between Liu Shuzhi's nascent soul brows.

"Well!!"

Instantly, Liu Shuzhi's nascent soul froze in mid-air.

The Daoist pattern of enslavement appeared between his brows, turning him into a puppet-like being.

Outside, to everyone's astonishment, the crimson array suddenly reversed its operation!

"what!"

The trapped cultivator's terrified screams had barely left his lips when they abruptly turned into trembling disbelief. He was astonished to discover that not only had his spiritual energy not been lost at all, but pure spiritual mist was continuously flowing into his meridians.

The abundant spiritual mists, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, actually began to nurture their damaged foundations.

"boom!"

In the center of the formation, Liu Shuzhi's nascent soul suddenly left his body uncontrollably.

"No! Spare me!!"

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the nascent soul, and it exploded into a shower of light with a terrified scream.

Each drop of spiritual rain contained the life essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator, which was then fed back to everyone in the formation, shocking them all.

Amidst the swirling spiritual mist, Zhao Wuji's divine consciousness stood with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves billowing out to collect Liu Shuzhi's remnant soul.

His face was hidden in the golden light, and the aura of Daoist power emanating from his body was as deep and as heavy as a prison, which was the unique heaven-reaching aura of the three great Nascent Soul cultivators of this era.

"It is the Dao Lord who vanquishes demons and manifests sainthood!"

"The Dao Lord has appeared! We are saved!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and all the cultivators present bowed down.

However, the moment everyone's foreheads touched the ground, the figure in the spiritual mist transformed into a golden rainbow and soared into the sky, leaving only a series of clear sounds echoing in the cave.

"You may leave now; no one from the Liu family will stop you."

Zhao Wuji's consciousness retreated from the underground cave like a tide.

Just then, blinding light suddenly burst forth from the peaks of the two spiritual peaks of the Liu family.

However, two Golden Core cultivators noticed the anomaly in the underground cave and were about to fly out to investigate.

"Certainly!"

A low shout suddenly came from the sky.

This soft rebuke sounded like an imperial edict descending.

The entire Liu Family Cave suddenly froze, as if time itself had stood still.

"Shhh!!"

Golden Dao patterns, visible to the naked eye, spread from the void and instantly enveloped the entire Liu family like a net.

Before the two Golden Core cultivators could fully unleash their escape techniques, they were frozen in mid-air like insects trapped in amber.

The dog that had been gnawing on the spirit bone in front of the mountain gate suddenly stopped, its mouth frozen in place, bits of meat still clinging to its teeth.

All the members and elders of the Liu family stood frozen in place.

Even the falling leaves hovered three inches off the ground, the spiritual energy flowing between their veins condensing into ice crystals.

In an instant, all members of the Liu family bloodline, from the Golden Core patriarch to the guard dogs, were all frozen in place by the 'Immobilization Technique'.

Only the cultivators imprisoned inside the cave were still able to move. They all walked out of the cave with surprise and doubt, only to find that all the Liu family cultivators who remained behind had turned into statues.

Some remained in a guarding posture, some looked puzzled, and some even had clearly visible wrinkles in their fluttering clothes.

"This...this is the power of the Dao Lord!"

The old man from the Bei Yunhua family spoke in a trembling voice, looking at the scene before him with awe in his cloudy old eyes.

The escaped cultivators first erupted in cheers of relief, but then a strong sense of horror and awe welled up in their hearts.

Is this the Dao Lord's method?
With a single word, mountains and rivers stood still!

Who on this vast earth can withstand the might of the Dao Lord?
(End of this chapter)