Immortals of the End Times

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, have you truly entered the realm of Dao Integration?"

Sensing Zhao Wuji's spiritual power, Cang Yunzi's divine sense trembled with barely concealed shock.

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, his bewildered and uncertain mind still spread like ripples.

"This Daoist charm and this aura, there's no mistake!"

Deep within the Qilin Sword Sect, Daoist Wentian's eyes pierced through the clouds like lightning. With absolute certainty, he exclaimed in his divine sense, "Don't forget the oppressive aura of those Dao Integration old monsters in the Nine Heavens last time; it was just like this!"

"Fellow Daoists! You guessed correctly."

From the depths of the void, Zhao Wuji's light laughter drifted through the air, like a gentle breeze brushing across the clouds, as he said, "I have been fortunate enough to break through to the Dao Integration stage some time ago."

"I've been consolidating my cultivation level for years, and only today have I emerged from seclusion."

“This truly aligns with the Dao; it cannot be considered a fluke.”

Cang Yunzi's white eyebrows furrowed as he transmitted a divine thought: "Transformation into a spirit is the process of transforming the nascent soul and primordial spirit, condensing the Dao seal and fusing with the true spirit."

How then can this state of perfect harmony be achieved?

His question was an unconscious one, born from his own dazed state of mind.

Unexpectedly, golden light suddenly flowed among the clouds, and Zhao Wuji's voice, like a bell tolling from the heavens, actually gave an answer: "Your way combines the weight of mountains and rivers, the vastness of lakes and seas, the vicissitudes of wind and rain, and the violence of thunder, which is the true essence of the Way."

He paused, a vast Daoist aura brewing between his brows, and said, "First, one must fully comprehend the many meanings of one's own Great Dao, and understand one's true nature like the moon reflected in a clear pool. Only then can one find that sliver of opportunity to unite with the Dao in the world."

"Wow!"

As Zhao Wuji spoke, he lightly flicked his sleeves, his eyes slightly closed, and the golden pattern between his brows shone brightly.

With each word he uttered, his words flowed like pearls, recounting the information he had heard from many Dao-Merging Great Beings in the ancient Celestial Court, including his own understanding of the Dao-Merging Realm.

"The essence of harmony with the Tao is like a river or sea that embraces all streams."

As he spoke eloquently, suddenly countless rays of light shone from the eight directions of the sky.

"I see."

Inside the Immortal Saint Sect, Cang Yunzi's whisk moved without wind, and his eyes, beneath his snow-white eyebrows, gleamed with intense light.

In the Qilin Sword Sect, Daoist Wentian's brow mark shone brightly, and the sword energy around his body spontaneously condensed into a sword-shaped Dao mark.

"boom!"

But then a phantom image of a celestial pot appeared above Zhao Wuji's head, within which mountains and rivers rotated and the sun and moon changed.

With each word he uttered, a golden lotus bloomed from the void.

The sounds of Taoism seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, causing clouds to gather and disperse from all directions, and purple aura to travel three thousand miles eastward.

"This...this is the way to preach the Dharma in accordance with the Dao?!"

Cangyunzi was astonished, feeling that hearing the king's words was more valuable than more than ten years of cultivation.

The Daoist Wentian, standing to the side, was also engulfed in sword energy, his expression one of shock.

As the last Dao sound fell, within Zhao Wuji's three-zhang Dao domain, the earth, fire, wind, and water almost spontaneously created chaos.

His every move exuded an aura of transcendence and harmony with the Dao, much like that of an ancient immortal lord.

They were no different from the Dao-Merging Great Powers in the ancient Celestial Court.

"Two fellow Taoists."

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve to dispel the strange phenomena around him. "Besides seeing old friends, I have another reason for coming out of seclusion this time. I want to ascend to the Ninth Heaven again to thoroughly understand some things."

Upon hearing this, Cang Yunzi and Wentian Daojun both quickly sent out their divine senses to express their desire to go along.

Zhao Wuji declined, saying that he felt safer and more at ease on his own.

Upon hearing this, the two abandoned their idea of ​​following.

Once, the two of them followed Zhao to the Ninth Heaven, and at first they even offered some assistance.

When the Purple Star Immortal King and the Central Heaven Immortal King finally appeared, the two of them became a burden instead.

Now that Zhao Wuji's strength has greatly improved, it is indeed the best choice for them not to go with him.

Even if he were in danger, at least Zhao Wuji would be able to escape unscathed.

Although Lord Wentian was proud, he was not stupid. He transmitted his voice and said, "Indeed, we have overstepped our bounds. With your current ability to merge with the Dao, it would be more advantageous for you to go alone."

"Since we are not required to follow you to the Ninth Heaven, what else do you need us to do? What help do you need? Please just say the word."

Cang Yunzi said solemnly.

The kindness of receiving this teaching is no less than that of a master guiding a disciple.

It was only because Zhao Wuji was so magnanimous that he told them this, so naturally they should be grateful.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need for such polite formalities."

Zhao Wuji's blue robe fluttered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Speaking of helping out, I don't need to trouble you two for the time being. However..."

He paused slightly, looking into the distance: "The future is long, and there may indeed be times when I need your help. I hope you will be able to help me then."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you're too kind!"

On Immortal Saint Peak, Cang Yunzi flicked his whisk, his eyes gleaming beneath his long, snow-white eyebrows: "Whatever you need, the entire Immortal Saint Sect will do its utmost to assist you."

Wentian Daojun nodded, "The Qilin Sword Sect is your home. If there's anything you need in the future, feel free to speak up."

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji nodded and smiled slightly, but temporarily put aside the matter of borrowing the seventh-level spiritual vein.

A level seven spiritual vein is the foundation for suppressing the sect's fortune.

Even top-tier ancient sects with profound foundations, such as Immortal Saints and Qilin Sects, now only possess one of these, which can be considered their lifeline.

However, if the Demon Tree's clone needs to use a level seven spiritual vein to break through and merge with the Dao in the future...
That could be very difficult for people.

After all, Cang Yunzi and his companion will have the opportunity to break through to the Dao Integration Realm in the future, and they will also need the assistance of a Level 7 spiritual vein.

Therefore, he did not say it directly, but planned to try to speak up when he really needed the power of the demon tree clone in the future.

He and Cang Yunzi communicated for a while longer.

Zhao Wuji's mind raced, his sleeves fluttered, and he opened the portal to the second Heavenly Chamber with a hand seal. His figure instantly disappeared into it like a wisp of green smoke.

Now, his three great heavens have all been transformed into the foundation of his Dao.

But the Tiannan Secret Realm remained steadfastly in its original location.

The interplay between reality and illusion creates a profound mystery.
Even though he now possesses the power to move mountains and fill seas, he still keeps the Tiannan Secret Realm in place, like an anchor, for easy access.

At that moment, as the portal to the Heavenly Pot opened, he heard a "Ga Ba" cry that pierced through the clouds and split rocks, accompanied by a fox-like soft moan that broke through the air.

"Shh!"

In mid-air, the myna bird Xiong Ba spread its enormous wings, and the oppressive aura of the Golden Core Demon King stirred up the winds and clouds.

A century has passed, and this once noisy myna bird has transformed into a gigantic, monstrous bird, its iron beak and golden eyes brimming with intelligence, before landing in front of Zhao Wuji.

A fragrant breeze wafted from the side, and nine snowy tails unfolded like a fan.

But it was Little Jade Fox Girl who arrived by lightly touching the void with her jade feet.

The demonic power of the late-stage Golden Core realm formed a misty haze around her.

With each sway of her slender waist, her natural charm was tinged with the joy of a long-awaited reunion, and she could almost take human form.

"You guys actually came too."

Upon seeing these two familiar 'beast friends,' a look of surprise flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"grown ups!"

Then, a clear, spring-like call rippled through the clouds.

The medicine boy Xiaoyue, tugging at the sleeve of the wine boy Xiaoya, floated over gracefully, the silver bells tucked into her black hair jingling with her cheerful steps.

Xiao Yue suddenly stopped, made a face, and wrinkled her delicate nose slightly, saying, "It's been so many years since I broke through to the Golden Core stage. Luckily, Sister Zhi Xia brought us here this time, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to see you. So I brought Xiao Yu and Xiong Ba with me."

Her voice trailed off, and as she thought about how more than sixty years had passed since they last met, a hint of sadness crept into her usually playful expression.
"And so are we. It's been almost a hundred years since we last saw you, and now you're already a Dao Lord." Xiao Yu, who had transformed into a fox girl, had her nine snowy tails twirling nervously, her glassy eyes gazing at Zhao Wuji's figure with both awe and fervor.

The mere wisp of Daoist aura naturally emanating from Zhao Wuji caused her Golden Core and Demon Bones to tremble, as if a young beast were facing a prehistoric behemoth.

"Wuji is no longer just a Dao Lord."

Just then, Hua Qingshuang's aloof figure arrived with the others, her icy eyes rippling as she sensed Zhao Wuji's Dao-merging spiritual power.

Even in the depths of her cool eyes, a hint of shock could not be concealed.

"Peak Lord."

Zhao Wuji looked at Hua Qingshuang, who was still aloof and beautiful, nodded slightly, and smiled, "Whether it's a Dao Lord or a True Lord, it's all the same to us."

"What!?"

Yan Lan, her fiery red robes gleaming, suddenly approached, her lips slightly parted: "You brat, you've actually broken through again?"

The Nanming Fire swirled at her fingertips as she stood with her hands on her hips, circling around Zhao Wuji, her pretty face filled with shock and confusion.

Despite having received guidance from Zhao Wuji, she is still struggling with how to condense the Divine Transformation Seal.

Zhao Wuji, however, had already entered the legendary realm.

Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu, who were standing to the side, were also very shocked, but then felt a sense of pride and honor.

Their husbands are already the strongest cultivators in this world, and may even be the only ones in the past ten thousand years to have reached the Dao Integration Realm.

They are now witnessing an epic story firsthand.

In a daze, I seemed to see the magnificent record in the "History of the Nine Provinces" of later generations: In a certain year of the End of Dharma Era, the Manifest Sage Daoist Lord Zhao Wuji achieved the Dao and was accompanied by his Daoist companions, Nan and Li.
"Senior brother, you are really amazing."

Li Shiyu suddenly chuckled, her bright eyes curving into crescent moons.

She suddenly remembered the inexperienced young imperial physician who had just arrived at the palace.

Who could have imagined that one day I would become the bedmate of such a legendary figure?
Is there anything in this world more exhilarating than witnessing a Daoist couple reach the summit?

"No matter how capable I am, I am still someone close to you all."

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over Hua Qingshuang.

This aloof and icy "Ice Lady" had a radiant Ice Soul Dao Seal between her brows, and her Nascent Soul aura flowed like moonlight. She was already the fourth Nascent Soul Dao Lord in the world, which made him quite gratified.

"With you all by my side, I am not alone on my journey."

He walked over, took Hua Qingshuang's hand, looked up at the women around him, and smiled, "Now that I've emerged from seclusion, I've invited you all to gather here. Besides catching up, there's something else I need to do."

He immediately informed everyone of his plans to ascend back to the Ninth Heaven.

"Going again?"

Nan Zhixia's slender fingers trembled slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes widened as her black hair fell down.

Li Shiyu parted her red lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Have you forgotten how dangerous it was last time? When you came back, your body was shattered like a porcelain vase. And you still want to go?"

Yan Lan immediately tried to grab Zhao Wuji's sleeve.

Only Hua Qingshuang's icy eyes rippled as she looked at Zhao Wuji.

"I will go with you."

"No, this time I'm going alone."

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve and shook his head, saying, "Cang Yunzi and Daoist Wentian will not be traveling together either."

"why?"

Hua Qingshuang frowned slightly. As the only Dao Lord among the four women to have reached the Nascent Soul stage, she was indeed qualified to accompany them.

"obedient."

With a light tap of his fingertips, Zhao Wuji's aura of Dao Integration soothed the restless spiritual energy of the four women like a gentle spring breeze.

"Back when I was in the Nascent Soul stage, I still needed the help of fellow Daoists Cangyun and Dadao. Now that I have reached the Dao Integration stage, I also understand the situation in the Nine Heavens."

He looked up at the sky, smiled faintly, and said confidently, "It's actually cheaper for me to do it alone, don't worry."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly, and she sighed inwardly, no longer insisting.

She understood that even though her cultivation level as a Nascent Soul cultivator could barely reach the heavens, it was still worlds apart from that of a Dao Integration expert.

Since even those two veteran Dao Lords have chosen to let go, why should she become a burden?
All I could do was nod and say, "Be careful."

"Alright, then our Zhao Daneng~"

Yan Lan, dressed in fiery red, wrapped her fingers around Zhao Wuji's arm like nimble snakes, a sly smile playing on her lips: "Before you venture into the Nine Heavens to adventure and conquer the trials, you'll have to get past us sisters first."

Seeing this, Li Shiyu's charming eyes rippled, and she gently took Zhao Wuji's sleeve on the other side with her fair hand: "Husband~ You have been in seclusion for more than sixty years this time. According to you, you have quite a lot of homework to do. It's time to hand it in."

Nan Zhixia covered her mouth and chuckled, but subtly blocked her escape route.

Although Hua Qingshuang's expression was aloof, a hint of shyness flickered in the icy depths of her eyes.

"You guys are really something."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow, about to speak.

Suddenly, he saw Xiaoyue in the corner, her pearly teeth lightly biting her cherry lips, her pretty face flushed. Instantly, a beautiful memory from the other person's past flashed through his mind.

"cough"

He sighed softly, rubbing his forehead, feeling as if his once powerful spiritual senses were now trapped in a quagmire.

This gentle embrace is probably harder to evade than the tribulations of the Nine Heavens.

Simply giving a perfunctory answer won't work.

What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wuji slightly shook his blue robe, straightened his clothes, and withdrew from the pot-shaped space filled with the colors of spring.

Behind him came the soft murmurs of the women, like the warbling of orioles and the chirping of swallows, but they could not stop him from leaving.

"My husband, come back soon!"

"They must return safely, not a single hair can be missing!"

"If it's missing, we'll use a head-replacing technique to replace it."

Inside the space of the pot, Nan Zhixia twisted her slender fingers around her silk robe, her almond-shaped eyes misty.

Li Shiyu bit her cherry lips, her expression alluring and infatuated.

Yan Lan, dressed in fiery red, kicked over a brocade stool with her jade feet. Her cool and aloof demeanor vanished, replaced by a longing gaze like spring water.

Finally, there was still Xiaoyue, the medicine boy, quietly gazing at his retreating figure, silently offering her blessings and prayers.

"understood"

Zhao Wuji chuckled and waved his sleeve in response, and the portal to the Heavenly Pot closed silently behind him.

He, a powerful being who had attained the Dao, spent these five days mingling with the women, soothing their primordial spirits with Daoist charm and aiding their cultivation with the power of the Daoist arts. It could be considered a kind of boudoir pleasure for him.

However, this is still a relief, as it puts one worry to rest.

After settling the women in, and knowing that Hua Qingshuang, the Nascent Soul Ice Queen, and Yan Lan, who was about to become a Nascent Soul, were in charge, the last remaining concern in this world had been properly resolved.

He felt more at ease exploring the Nine Heavens on his own.

Although the two Celestial Kings, Ziwei and Zhongtian, on the Ninth Heaven were powerful, they could no longer instill fear in him.

What truly lingered like a bone-deep infection was the familiar chilling sensation brought on by the mysterious figure in the medicine furnace.

It was also that lingering, eerie breath in my mind's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sound of his breathing followed him like a shadow, resonating with his heartbeat whenever he entered a meditative state.

This made him feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy, forcing him to be vigilant and cautious.
(End of this chapter)