Immortals of the End Times

In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed like a fleeting moment.

Since Zhao Wuji parted ways with his four Daoist companions and chose to go into seclusion to cultivate, forty-five years have passed.

Now, a full thirty years have passed since he broke through to the perfect Nascent Soul realm in the ancient sword domain.

Since his failure to comprehend the Dao in front of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, he has been cultivating in seclusion in the Ancient Immortal Court.

Over the past thirty years, whenever the Immortal Lord of the Celestial Court opened an altar to preach, his figure could always be seen sitting upright on the cloud platform listening to the teachings.

What's even more remarkable is that during this time, he received decrees from the two Immortal Kings, Ziwei and Zhongtian, who expounded on the Great Dao, making his Daoist understanding increasingly profound and clear, and finally allowing him to glimpse the mystery of the threshold to the Dao.

The so-called "harmony with the Dao" means to fuse all the profound truths of the Dao that one has come to understand throughout one's life into one.

Like all rivers flowing into the sea, one chooses a foundation as one's root and entrusts one's own great path to it.

Just like the ancient great beings such as Jin Linzi, they comprehended the Dao of Jianmu back then, and only by using that heaven-reaching divine tree as a foundation could they achieve the Dao.

However, since the collapse of Jianmu, these powerful beings have become like rootless duckweed. When their foundations crumbled, their cultivation levels plummeted, and it was a miracle that they could even survive.

Besides the Jianmu tree, which is a natural structure that connects to the heavens.

Some cultivators refine their natal magic treasures into the foundation of their Dao, or choose famous mountains and rivers to entrust their Dao to.

Even more so, some seek out unique natural treasures to forge their foundation, and some can even comprehend unique Taoist techniques and supernatural powers from them.

However, everything has its ups and downs; the stronger the foundation of one's Dao, the more severe the backlash.
After thirty years of enlightenment, Zhao Wuji has achieved a profound understanding.

The more magnificent and powerful the chosen Dao foundation, the more profound and boundless the magical power after merging with the Dao will be, and the Dao foundation will be as majestic and unshakable as an ancient divine mountain.

But Heaven is impartial; those who wish to bear its weight must endure its tribulations.

Those who fantasize about using the stars or the entire universe as their foundation will mostly end up with their Dao collapsing and their souls scattered.

Those who attempt to forge the Nine Netherworlds as their root often end up harming themselves.

"To achieve harmony with the Tao, one must be grounded and not indulge in wild fantasies; otherwise, one's ambitions will be higher than the sky, but one's fate will be as fragile as paper."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly.

The true meaning of the Dao Intercepting circulated within the Dao seal between his brows, but at this moment he was caught in a long period of contemplation and doubt.

What should be used as the foundation of the Dao?

Is it the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearl, a supreme treasure containing the essence of Yin and Yang? Or is it the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great, which suppress the destiny of the nine provinces? Or...?
Lost in thought, he once again entered a profound state of enlightenment.

This is no ordinary enlightenment, but a journey of questioning one's true nature.

Asking the question in one's heart, how exactly does one lay the foundation for the Dao?

At night, he would meditate in the Cloud Cave of the Celestial Court's Sky Patrol Pavilion, and with each breath he would exhale, the ancient charm of the Celestial Court would transform into a misty purple aura, flowing endlessly along the trajectory of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

During the day, however, he transforms into a carefree cloud or a wild crane, riding the light of his sword to traverse the ancient and mysterious land.

Sometimes he would shatter the fierce winds of the heavens to visit the caves of immortal friends, and sometimes he would follow the spiritual veins recorded in the "Huang Ting Jing" and walk alone in those blessed lands that had long been buried in the long river of time.

Amidst the fluttering of his green robes, he seemed to embody a carefree spirit of "traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening" in this world where reality and illusion intertwine, seeking the Dao through practice.

...

One day, he landed on the Northern Darkness Glacier on his sword and suddenly saw a broken dragon-shaped jade pillar sealed in the ancient ice.

The moment the jade pillar was touched, a scene of mermaids worshipping the moon suddenly appeared in the dark blue ice crystal.

But then he saw three thousand aquatic creatures bowing their heads amidst the surging waves, their scales gleaming, their chanting seemingly piercing through ancient times, stirring up a storm in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In a daze, it seemed as if a dragon maiden emerged from the waves, holding a water-repelling pearl, and bowed shyly to him before turning into bubbles and disappearing in an instant.

When he reached the junction of the glacier and the volcano, he happened to see an old man with red hair sitting cross-legged on the lava.

The old man used the molten lava from the earth's core as a cauldron and his seven emotions and six desires as fuel, forging a crystal-clear fire that reflected the clouds and mist for miles around, turning them into a mirror of his heart.

Upon seeing him, the old man laughed and tossed the flame over: "Young friend, behold this Dao Heart Tribulation Flame!"

The instant the glazed flame swept past his eyes, the myriad illusions of inner demons in his sea of ​​consciousness vanished like snow meeting the blazing sun, leaving only a wisp of clear Daoist charm entwined within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Wuji understood that this was an encounter with a celestial destiny.

But the most amazing thing was the encounter with the sea of ​​clouds in the ancient Kunlun Ruins.

That day, he was studying the Daoist Canon of Longevity that he had learned from Huang Shang when he suddenly heard the sound of iron horses neighing from the clouds, coming from the ninth heaven.

Looking up, one sees an upside-down white jade palace floating in the clouds, moving with the sea of ​​clouds, like a spirit boat.

Outside the celestial palace, a man in green robes rode a dragon past, and the paper cranes that fell from his sleeves transformed into white cranes, then unfolded again in an instant, turning into two books.

Amidst the cries of cranes, the two books, "Lianshan" and "Guicang," flew towards him like paper cranes, their prophecies falling like a galaxy.

The cultivator in blue robes laughed heartily, "In this remote mountain place, I have unexpectedly encountered a celestial official on patrol. Consider these few divination techniques as a way to establish a good relationship."

Zhao Wuji realized that he had encountered a reclusive master from the Kunlun Mountains. He immediately thanked him and used a hand seal to intercept a wisp of the other party's energy.

At the same time, he read the two books, "Lianshan" and "Guicang," and gained enlightenment.

Seven years have passed in this mysterious realm of potted plants during his travels.

Until this day, Zhao Wuji returned to the Ancient Immortal Court upon hearing the news.

But then they saw jewels hanging down from the thirty-three heavens of the Celestial Court, and ethereal celestial music playing.

Amidst celestial music and the harmonious cries of phoenixes, countless golden flowers, enveloped in primordial purity, fluttered down from the sky.

This day was the time when Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable, one of the Four Great Heavenly Venerables of antiquity, was preaching, a sight that was rarely seen even after several cycles of sixty years.

After receiving Yan Lingluo's message, Zhao Wuji hurriedly returned from his travels to listen to the Heavenly Venerable's sermon.

Many celestial officials and even celestial lords from the Celestial Court also arrived on clouds and sat quietly to listen to the Dao.

"Senior Brother Zhao, come over here quickly."

On one of the jade platforms, Yan Lingluo, dressed in a fiery rainbow-patterned dress, stood out conspicuously at the edge of the platform. When she saw Zhao Wuji approaching on a cloud, her almond-shaped eyes suddenly brightened like morning stars.

A crimson fire spirit ribbon flew out from her sleeve and, without a word, rolled the person to an empty seat beside her. "If you had been any later, these front-row seats would have been given to those old fogies from the Xuanqiong Dao Palace."

"Thank you, Junior Sister Yan."

Zhao Wuji smiled and thanked him before taking his seat.

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

The twelve-tiered Pure World Lotus Platform slowly descended from the heavens, with the Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable seated upon it, his long black hair styled into a flying fairy bun, and a dot of cinnabar between his brows resembling blood.

When this celestial being gently raised her hand.

The divine water of the three lights transformed into sweet rain and fell.

All the cultivators who were touched by the rain and dew heard a clear and melodious sound like a cleansing chime.

"Those who are in harmony with the Way should be like rivers and seas, embracing all streams."

The Celestial Venerable's voice was like a clear spring babbling jade, and his body was filled with the true essence of the Great Dao of 'Purifying the World with Glazed Glass'.

What flowed from his lips was not words, but a tangible, pure, and ethereal Daoist aura.

Each syllable seemed to bloom like a golden lotus in the void, resonating with the souls of the surrounding cultivators, causing the golden intercepting pattern between Zhao Wuji's brows to automatically manifest and harmonize.

Yan Lingluo suddenly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Senior brother, look at that lotus platform!"

As the lotus petals beneath the Heavenly Venerable's seat flickered, they reflected the vast expanse of the mortal world.

Some fishermen have gained enlightenment on the crest of the waves, some emperors have deciphered the cycle of reincarnation on their dragon thrones, and some children have even seen butterflies emerge from their fingertips and ascend to immortality.
This is precisely the unique phenomenon of "all things returning to their true nature" possessed by the most compassionate of the Four Heavenly Venerables.

Zhao Wuji sat upright on the cloud platform, listening to the Heavenly Venerable expound the true words of the Great Dao, and felt the previously obscure and unclear understanding of the Dao.

Like the sun breaking through the clouds, it gradually illuminates a smooth road leading to heaven in the mind.

"In harmony with the Dao, in harmony with the Dao."

Golden lines flowed in his eyes, and the true meaning of the Dao spontaneously rotated between his brows.

At this moment, I gradually came to understand.

His path to enlightenment must be one of harmony with the universe.

However, if it were to merge with the external world of the Dharma-ending Age, although its momentum was magnificent, it would be as difficult as an ant trying to shake a tree, as difficult as climbing to heaven.

However, if one uses one's own three great heavenly realms as the foundation of the Dao.
Especially now, the Third Heaven has integrated the ancient and mysterious land and the inner realm.

It contains a vast illusory image of a celestial court, which, in terms of its vastness, even surpasses the outer world of the Dharma-ending Age; the only difference is that it is real and illusory.

"What is false can be made real, and what is real can be made false. If one can refine the false into the real, then one will find the right path."

As Zhao Wuji listened to the Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable preach, he pondered and verified his own path.

Within his Dao of Interception, the three great true meanings of Intercepting Heaven, Intercepting Earth, and Intercepting Realms spontaneously merged within his sea of ​​consciousness.

In a daze, it seemed as if I saw my own inner world and the real world as if they were reflected in a mirror, with reality and illusion complementing each other.

The conjecture about the "illusory world" that was once born has now gained a third of clarity.
"The illusory world existed in ancient times, while the real world exists in this present age."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, and the golden pattern between his brows flickered uncertainly. All the doubts of the past seemed to clear up as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

Those ancient legends that have been mythologized by time.

Those titles of gods and immortals, gilded with incense offerings, may have always been nothing but illusions.

On the contrary, this world in the end of the Dharma era, though its spiritual energy is weak, is full of real and true traces of the Great Dao.

"Illusion and reality give rise to each other. Refining the void into reality is also the Great Way!"

He finally understood the path he should take.

May I ask where you are?
The path is beneath your feet!

After decades of seeking answers, he finally understands today which path he needs to take.

The Daoist aura surrounding him surged like a tide.

The path to enlightenment should be forged in the illusory, ancient, and mysterious land, where the foundation for merging with the Dao can be established.

When the Daoist arts are perfected in the future, and then merged with the true Dharma-ending world of this world, then the false will be transformed into the true, and one will enter the tribulation stage.

Once you overcome that great tribulation of illusion and reality, you can cross the tribulation realm and directly enter the realm of the Great Vehicle Quasi-Immortal Heavenly Venerable!
However.
The golden light in Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly vanished.

This road is truly like walking a tightrope over a sheer cliff.

How difficult it is to transform the false into the true and merge with the external world in its final, degenerate age.
Throughout history, I fear that no one has ever succeeded.

If he ultimately fails to unite with the true world, he will be forever trapped in the realm of Dao Integration, with no further progress.

But if one hesitates and doesn't move forward...
He pondered in his heart, looking up at the sky, as if piercing through the thirty-three heavens and seeing the eternal darkness that was devouring the way of heaven.

The root cause of the calamities of the Dharma-ending Age is not only the fall from the heavenly path.

There is also a terrifying extraterrestrial being that caused the fall of the Four Heavenly Venerables and the collapse of the Jianmu tree.

"That's it!"

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist suddenly, his knuckles turning white, and the Intercepting Dao True Meaning between his brows burst forth like a blazing sun.

Since there is no other choice, then let us unite with the Dao through emptiness and transcend tribulation through truth!
The day he transforms the false into the true will be the day Zhao Wuji breaks through the illusion and reality and enters the Great Ascension!
If he didn't take this path, he would have no way to reach the rank of Celestial Venerable Quasi-Immortal in this world of declining Dharma.

If you don't become a Celestial Venerable, you'll turn to ashes!

Just then, the sermons of the Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable in front of the square gradually ceased.

Suddenly, the twelfth-grade Pure World Lotus Platform burst forth with seven-colored light. The Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable's wondrous eyes, capable of seeing the cause and effect of three lifetimes, pierced through countless cultivators listening to the Dao, focusing solely on Zhao Wuji.

"The one who escaped! Good!"

But then the Heavenly Venerable uttered a soft praise, and suddenly picked up a willow branch from the jade bottle, shaking off a drop of crystal-clear dew.

The dewdrop fell like a star from the sky, landing precisely between Zhao Wuji's eyebrows.

Instantly, a chorus of admiration arose from the surrounding area.

"It's actually Jade Purification Dew!"

"This Zhao Xianli, who was granted immortality not long ago, is now receiving further guidance from the Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable."

Amidst the whispers and exclamations of the Immortal Court cultivators, Zhao Wuji felt a chill between his brows as the drop of true dew transformed into countless streams of light in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, countless images of ancient cultivators achieving Dao appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern.

An old man with white hair sat cross-legged on the shore of the East China Sea, his Taoist aura resonating with the vast blue waves. In the end, he transformed into shimmering water light and soared straight into the heavens, becoming the Water God Immortal.

A barefoot Taoist stood atop Kunlun Mountain, and the towering mountain mists were completely absorbed into the Taoist seal. In an instant, the roar of the earth's veins resounded throughout the eight directions, and he attained the status of a mountain god.

Even more remarkable was the ethereal figure, treading upon the clouds, merging with the ethereal mists of the heavens, the flowing clouds becoming his sleeves, thus earning him the title of Celestial Lord of the Clouds.
The wondrous sight of these ancient cultivators achieving enlightenment was like countless Dao imprints being branded into one's soul.

As Zhao Wuji contemplated the scenes of many cultivators achieving Dao integration, the Dao aura around his body flowed spontaneously, and his understanding of the Dao integration realm deepened.

"I see. Thank you for your guidance, Heavenly Venerable."

He suddenly awoke, stood up, and solemnly performed the disciple's salute.

"good!"

The Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable nodded slightly, and the lotus platform beneath his feet transformed into a stream of light and dissipated beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Zhao Wuji immediately returned the greetings to the fellow Daoists from the Celestial Court who were offering their congratulations, and then rode a blue rainbow back to his cave to meditate and comprehend.

Time flows like water within the ancient celestial abode, and more than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, just as Zhao Wuji was deducing the opportunity to merge with the Dao, he suddenly felt a warm fluctuation coming from the jade pendant at his waist.

His divine sense swept across, and it was the fluctuations coming from the second Heavenly Realm.

He immediately transmitted his divine sense into the second celestial space.

But then they saw this space.

Hua Qingshuang was dressed in white, her body surrounded by ice-soul Dao patterns, with a Xuanbing Dao seal between her brows and lotus blossoms under her feet. She was already showing signs of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator!
"Congratulations, Madam, on attaining the Dao Lord."

Zhao Wuji smiled and transmitted his voice from afar.

Two laughs of different volumes came from the other end of the jade talisman, like spring and winter winds passing through the courtyard.

Inside the second Heavenly Chamber, Yan Lan, dressed in fiery red, pinched her slender waist with her delicate fingers, her phoenix eyes filled with reproach: "You brat! You've been in seclusion for sixty years, have you forgotten all of us?"
I reached the Nascent Soul stage twenty years ago, but I've been struggling to find the path to Deity Transformation. Now even Junior Sister Hua has surpassed me! Why don't you offer me some guidance?

A soft laugh came from the void: "It will be soon. The day I emerge from seclusion will be the day I attain the Dao."

"To attain the Dao!?"

Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang both fell silent at the same time, and the ice flower Dao seal between Hua Qingshuang's eyebrows suddenly shone with a clear light.

The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Since the collapse of the ancient Celestial Court, in this world of decline, someone has actually been able to take this step.
"Wuji, you should focus on your cultivation and not worry about anything."

Hua Qingshuang gently pressed her slender hand to her chest, a ripple of emotion welling up in her icy eyes. "We will always wait for you."

"it is good!"

Before she could finish speaking, a golden rainbow suddenly descended from the void, like a galaxy rolling back and disappearing into Yan Lan's brow.

"This!" Yan Lan's body trembled violently, her eyes reflecting thousands of flames, and a burst of intense Daoist energy of the Southern Bright Fire suddenly rose around her.

But then one sees crimson flames transforming into phoenixes, and fire condensing into lotuses; every wisp of flame pulsates with the profound meaning of the Great Dao, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.

It was none other than the essence of Yan Lingluo's Southern Ming Fire Daoist Rhyme that Zhao Wuji had extracted!
"At least the brat has a conscience!"

She suddenly smiled, her expression revealing a hint of urgency, "With this Daoist rhythm as inspiration, it seems I'll be there soon too."

Before she finished speaking, the Daoist aura of fire around her spontaneously condensed into nine layers of flame rings. The outermost layer was as red as blood, while the inner layer transformed into pure white fire, just like the nine heavenly palaces.

Suddenly, her red dress was burned away, revealing her flawless, fair figure and magnificent breasts.

Yan Lan exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Wuji, however, smiled and teased.

"Uncle-Master, it seems that even after sixty years, your brilliance remains undiminished. Not bad at all."

Yan Lan immediately spat and cursed, then simply and openly opened up, even deliberately walking around in front of Zhao Wuji's consciousness twice, humming and enticing him to come out of seclusion now.

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled. After exchanging a few more words with the shameless Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang, he watched as Hua Qingshuang and Yan Lan's figures transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the portal of the Pot Heaven.

The gentle smile on his lips gradually faded, and his gaze suddenly turned sharp as a sword.

"It's time for me to begin."

He stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the ancient celestial palace, his robes fluttering even without wind.

The ancient and mysterious inner path of seeking the Dao, accumulated through the guidance of two Celestial Venerables.

Today, he has finally reached the crucial moment to break through to the Dao.

At this moment, the Dao imprint within his sea of ​​consciousness had reached perfection, and his Dao techniques were profound enough to unite him with the Dao.

As for the lack of magical power.

Zhao Wuji's robes billowed like clouds as he soared upwards, instantly breaking through the thirty-three heavens of the ancient celestial court.

While suspended in mid-air, he raised his palm and pressed down, forming a hand seal to guide the energy.

A profound incantation bloomed from his fingertips.

"rise!"

The spiritual energy that had been dormant for ten thousand years within the ancient and mysterious land awakened like a giant dragon, transforming into nine long rivers of spiritual energy that poured into his crown chakra.

The opportunity to align with the Tao is today!
"Based on the Heavenly Pot, I will unite with the Great Dao!"

With a sharp shout, like a thunderclap, he pointed his sword finger directly at the Dao seal between his eyebrows.

The golden patterns on the intercepting path burst forth with dazzling divine light, like the rising sun illuminating eternity!
"cut!!"

In an instant, the golden patterns that intercepted the path burst forth with a dazzling light.

Three dazzling golden rainbows soared into the sky from the heavens, like ancient pillars piercing through the entire Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

The golden light that cut through the sky soared straight up to the ninth heaven, transforming into a colossal net that enveloped the thirty-three heavenly palaces. Within the golden light, the innate Dao talisman of the 'Heavenly Net and Earthly Net' was faintly visible, subtly stirring the sealing Dao rhythm left behind by the Four Heavenly Venerables!
The piercing light descended from the Netherworld, condensing into 3,600 chains that pierced the earth's veins. The interlocking links revealed the innate Daoist script of 'benevolence and compassion,' which actually captured all the spiritual energy of the ancient and mysterious earth veins!

The radiant light of the barrier swept across the eight wastelands, carving out ravines in the walls of the Pot Heaven. Within each ravine, the innate Dao seals that 'stabilize the universe' emerged, making the entire secret realm space as easy to control as one's own limbs!
"Boom!"

The entire Pot Heaven Secret Realm trembled violently in an instant.

The spiritual energy within this ancient and mysterious place surged like boiling water.

The clouds above the Celestial Court and the leaves of the Jianmu tree spontaneously closed up, transforming into golden bricks of Daoist charm beneath Zhao Wuji's feet to pave the road to heaven.

At this moment, the entire Pot Heaven Secret Realm was reflected in Zhao Wuji's mind.

The movement of every blade of grass and every tree, the trajectory of every grain of sand and every stone.

Even the flow of Daoist energy, which is sealed off in the Thirty-Three Heavens, is as clear as the lines on the palm of one's hand.

This sense of omniscience and omnipotence was a first for him, except when he was possessed by the Celestial Venerable. It made him feel as if he had touched upon the ultimate mystery of the Dao!

"To unite with the Dao is to unite one's body with the world."

As he took a step forward, his body began to become glassy, ​​and the phantom images of mountains and rivers within the secret realm of the Pot Heaven appeared in his flesh and blood, while the trajectories of the stars in the heavens were engraved on his bones.

Within the five internal organs and six bowels, there are miniature versions of thirty-three heavenly palaces unfolding layer by layer.

The most astonishing thing was within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The original Dao Seal's released primordial spirit dharma form began to merge with the core laws of the Pot Heaven Secret Realm, with each wisp of divine consciousness transforming into the Heavenly Dao rules of the secret realm.

The control over the ancient and mysterious land, previously achieved through the Wall-Opening Technique, has been further and rapidly enhanced.

"Crash!!"

Countless chains of calamity suddenly appeared in the void, coiling around him like a swarm of pythons emerging from their caves, attempting to pierce through his Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

This is also a tribulation.

It is the instinctive rejection of those who are in harmony with the Dao by the external world.

Each chain of tribulation was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, corroding all laws and causing Zhao Wuji's body to crack and pop.

"break!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, the blood moon in his pupils swirling, and the true meaning of the barrier between his brows erupted with a thunderous roar.

Sever the boundary and destroy the Dharma!

截！
The true meaning of that realm transformed into countless golden patterns that swept across the eight wastelands.

The chains of calamity that bound heaven and earth crumbled inch by inch, and were forcibly cut into countless segments, which were transformed into a long river of brilliant Daoist rhymes that were swallowed up by the Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

The entire fusion process resembled a thrilling battle for the Great Dao.

The entire secret realm trembled violently, as if two ancient gods and demons were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

With each bit of the Daoist essence absorbed by the secret realm, Zhao Wuji's aura surged.

His magical power surged like a burst dam through the reshaped meridians, each cycle causing the secret realm to expand by a hundred miles.

"Not enough magic power."

Sensing that mysterious barrier, Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his arms, unleashing his superb guiding technique to its fullest extent, with thousands of golden Dao patterns flying out from his sleeves.

"Swallow the heavens! Absorb the earth!"

Boom! !

The spiritual energy accumulated over millennia within the ancient and mysterious land surged forth wildly, forming a vortex of spiritual energy with a diameter of a thousand miles above his head.

These ancient spiritual energies, comparable to a level seven spiritual vein, were now pouring into his limbs and bones like a celestial river flowing backwards.

The spiritual liquid poured down like a silver river, engulfing him in a sea of ​​dazzling light.

His previously stagnant magical cultivation began to rise steadily, like a dammed river that had finally burst.

"boom!!"

A resounding cry echoed throughout the thirty-three heavens.

Zhao Wuji's figure flickered between reality and illusion, ultimately resonating with the entire Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

At this moment, he is the universe, and the universe is him.

With a simple gesture, one can alter the course of mountains and rivers; with a breath, one can change the cycle of the four seasons.

Within the secret realm of the Pot Heaven, every grain of dust reflects his Dao heart, and the clouds and mists of ten thousand miles gather and disperse according to his will.

When you reach the state of harmony with the Tao, everything will fall into place naturally!
(End of this chapter)