Immortals of the End Times

The remains of the Great Luo lay beyond the Nine Heavens. The Heavenly Dao, formed from a single eye, was enough to blot out the sun and stretch across ten thousand miles of the firmament.

And that half-damaged cheek, like a broken mountain, was faintly visible in the murky fog.

Its complete body is so enormous that it is impossible to estimate.

It almost filled the entire outer celestial chaos.

Its scale is so enormous that it is probably several times larger than the entire territory of Kyushu.

Zhao Wuji has now accepted the inheritance of the Great Luo's will.

Although limited by his cultivation level, most of his will was still sealed and protected by his divine soul instincts, but at this moment he had already realized it.

Back then, the Great Luo True Immortal, in order to resist the erosion of the Dharma-ending True Immortal, caused his remains to be contaminated by the rules of the Dharma-ending.

Although this remains are still instinctively resisting the turbid mist of calamity, they have also fallen into corruption as a result.

Among the three main souls of Da Luo.

His soul had already been reincarnated with him.

The Earth Soul then transformed into Zhao Zheng of the Ancient Celestial Court.

Now, both of these souls have completely merged with him.

As for the final Heavenly Soul, it is the very origin of the Heavenly Dao's unique eye before us.

"As long as it can help purify the rules of the Dharma-ending Age of this remnant."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at the surging, turbid mist.

If we can remove the filth that has eroded us for thousands of years, not only will the Heavenly Dao gradually recover, but we can also awaken the dormant power of the Great Luo's remains!

This remains, containing the essence of a true immortal, is his greatest reliance in breaking through to the Heavenly Venerable realm.

In this degenerate age where spiritual energy is depleted.

Without the legacy left by the Great Luo, achieving the position of Heavenly Venerable would be nothing but a pipe dream.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Wuji moved swiftly, suddenly rushing towards the massive, single eye of the Heavenly Dao that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.

He made a hand seal to summon the spell, and with a clear shout, "Come!"

"Boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the single eye.

The ancient and magnificent Qiankun Medicine Furnace flew out in response.

The furnace body emitted bursts of chaotic divine light, and as the Daoist rhyme flowed, it even scorched the surrounding turbid mist with spiderweb-like cracks.

As the medicine furnace flew to his front, Zhao Wuji rolled up his sleeves and changed his magic incantation.

The enormous treasure, which was as large as a mountain, rapidly shrank.

Finally, it transformed into a tiny, exquisite three-inch piece and landed steadily in his palm.

"This is the legendary Qiankun Furnace! It will capture the Sun and Moon within its furnace and refine them within the Qiankun Fire."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning as he carefully examined the treasure in his palm.

The furnace body was engraved with Yin-Yang Dao patterns, and the furnace mouth exhaled chaotic energy, with faint Yin-Yang phantoms floating within it.

This Qiankun Furnace is a supreme treasure capable of refining all things!
It is even comparable to the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearl, and is a treasure born from the Yin Yang Pearl.

Although its power is not intended for warfare, it surpasses even the most precious treasures such as the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great and the Hetu Luoshu, and is even more powerful than the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

Because the figures in the past myths and legends such as Fuxi and Yu the Great in this world are actually transformed from the souls and even the will of the Great Luo, the treasures born from them are not true treasures.

The Qiankun Furnace, however, was an extraordinary treasure obtained from the True Immortal Realm along with the Yin-Yang Pearl when the Great Luo obtained it.

When Zhao Zheng was severely injured by the True Immortal of the End of Dharma, it was precisely by refining the rules of the End of Dharma that were eroding his soul that he was able to maintain a clear mind.

Later, at the moment of his death, he sent his Great Luo will and his own soul into another world through the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls in the furnace, waiting for the arrival of his reincarnated body.

"Now that my mission is clear..."

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists, his gaze growing cold.

With the medicine furnace in hand, he can help the Heavenly Dao and the Great Luo to purify the rules of the Dharma-ending Age.

Once the Heavenly Dao awakens, the Heavenly Soul returns to its place, and the remnant is revived, he can then attempt to break through to the Heavenly Venerable realm. At that time, he can try again to see if he can compete with that True Immortal from beyond the realm and resolve the threat of the end of Dharma.

"Upon closer reflection, it was actually quite an adventure!"

He suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Whether it's Zhao Zheng, him, or the first and second generation Heavenly Venerables, they can't escape this cycle of fate.

Their ultimate fate seems to be to become stronger and then face that terrifying True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

This is indeed a troublesome problem. But since it cannot be avoided...
Then there is no other option but war!

Even though Zhao Wuji was unwilling to accept the so-called fate.

But ever since he transmigrated, the insidious threat of the end times has been like a shadow, constantly influencing him and creating oppression in the entire environment.

Therefore, resolving the Dharma-ending Age is an inescapable dead end!

Even setting aside the missions of those Great Luo lineages, he still had to slay the True Immortals of the End of Dharma in order to truly transcend.

Otherwise, even if one cultivates to the realm of a Celestial Venerable and escapes to their former homeland, they will only be trapped in this cage of the universe.

Moreover, that blue star in my memory has long since lost its spiritual energy.

On the contrary, this world in the end times has become the last pure land of spiritual energy in all the heavens and myriad realms.

If even this place is completely lost, even if he ascends to the Mahayana path, he will be like a fish in a dried-up pond.

At that time, one's spiritual cultivation will gradually diminish, until one dies and one's spiritual cultivation is extinguished!
"Purifying heaven and earth, reforging the Great Luo, restoring the three souls to their rightful places, and inheriting the legacy—this is the inevitable path!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes lost their helplessness and bitter smile. He made a firm decision, looked at the Purple Star Immortal King and the others, and bowed.

"Everyone, I am about to activate the Qiankun Furnace to refine the chains of calamity and cleanse you of the defilements of the end times!"

"Can!"

The Purple Star Immortal King nodded slightly.

The Celestial King of the Central Heaven nodded solemnly: "Young friend, please go ahead and do as you please. Our crippled bodies should have long since returned to the world."

A glimmer of clarity flashed in the turbid eyes of the Immortal Lord of Fate, and he chuckled hoarsely, "To be free is already a blessing."

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji immediately made a hand seal and used the Stone Boiling Technique.

"boom!"

The Qiankun Medicine Furnace expanded rapidly, and the yin-yang fish pattern on its body seemed to move as if alive. The moment the ancient-style lid was flung open, a torrent of heat and steam burst forth.

The moment the furnace lid was lifted, the entire void trembled.

The yin and yang energies spewed from the furnace mouth resembled two ancient dragons intertwined and coiled, their heads passing over everything in their path.

In an instant, it sucked the Ziwei Immortal King and the newly awakened Siming Immortal Lord into the furnace.

"clang!"

The sound of the furnace lid closing was like the grand sound of a great bell.

Zhao Wuji's face turned pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He clearly felt the magical power within his body pouring out like a flood bursting its banks.

This Qiankun Medicine Furnace truly lives up to its reputation as an ancient treasure; every breath it takes to activate consumes an immense amount of spiritual energy.

The chaotic true fire inside the furnace burned fiercely.

The chains of calamity and turbidity that were entangled deep within the primordial spirits of the crowd suddenly emitted a hissing sound.

The painful and turbid energy brought about by the degenerate age was forcibly refined into wisps of green smoke.

Zhao Wuji's arms trembled violently, and more than 40% of his vast magical power at the Dao Integration Realm was consumed in that short time.

He had to use a hand seal to activate the spiritual energy river of the Pot Heaven Secret Realm, with three giant spiritual energy dragons flowing in from the top of his head, just to keep the furnace fire from burning out.

The reason why these ancient immortal cultivators, trapped in the Nine Heavens, have been imprisoned by the corrupt Heavenly Dao for so long actually conceals two mysteries.

One is that the Heavenly Dao One Eye, as the transformed Great Luo Heavenly Soul, although it has fallen into chaos, can still instinctively protect Zhao Zheng, the only conscious Great Luo Earthly Soul.

The vast, turbid sea of ​​mist stretching across the sky is less a prison and more a formidable barrier erected by the Heavenly Soul.

Those who are not reincarnations of the Great Luo will be turned away.

Even Zhao Zheng himself, ever since he made the decision to separate his three souls, with the human soul departing to reincarnate and the heavenly soul 'transforming' into the Heavenly Dao, has found it difficult to go against the obsession formed by this heavenly soul.

Secondly, this natural barrier is the last line of defense left by two generations of Celestial Venerables.

Back then, the three Heavenly Venerables, Fengxian, Guangsha, and Yujing, sacrificed their own Dao bodies to temporarily block the erosion of the rules of the Dharma-ending Age.

If any person with ulterior motives attempts to meddle in this forbidden area, whether it is a cultivator coveting the remains or a Nine Nether Ancestral Demon corrupted by the end of Dharma, they will surely cause unpredictable calamities.

Therefore, throughout countless millennia, only a handful of people have dared to venture into the Nine Heavens.

Even a Daoist master of extraordinary talent like Zhang Zhenren would encounter fierce resistance from Daoist masters and immortals who were soulless after passing through the Burning Soul Sun Heaven.

In the end, they all met tragic ends, returning dejectedly with their bodies covered in Dao wounds, and passing away peacefully amidst the constant erosion of the Dharma-ending Age.

It was precisely because of these successive failures that the Nine Heavens Genius gradually gained a fearsome reputation.

Later generations only saw that those who ascended to heaven were almost certain to die, but they did not know the key to success.

Over time, a consensus began to circulate in the cultivation world.

Before you reach the Divine Transformation stage, do not ask about the Nine Heavens!
To break free from the shackles of the Nascent Soul stage, one must first traverse the Nine Heavens and seize a sliver of heavenly secrets from those who have lost their souls.
This warning, like a sword hanging over one's head, naturally deterred many petty villains.

However, the harsher reality is...

Even if a peerless genius could break through numerous insurmountable barriers to reach the Ninth Heaven and glimpse the truth of the world, he would ultimately only fall into deeper despair.

Because he was not the reincarnation of the Great Luo, he lacked the support of the Great Luo's remains.

This barren, degenerate world is like a dried-up pond, unable to nurture even a true dragon capable of leaping over the Dragon Gate.

Let alone achieving the position of Heavenly Venerable, even breaking through to the Dao Integration Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven, let alone confronting that terrifying True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

"Fortunately, I am the reincarnation, so I am standing on the shoulders of giants, even though the giant is myself."

Moreover, that True Immortal of the End of Dharma is probably not much better off than a Great Luo Immortal now.

Zhao Wuji recalled the memories of Zhao Zheng that he had previously glimpsed.

In that earth-shattering battle nine thousand years ago, although the True Immortal of the End of Dharma severely injured Zhao Zheng, he himself was also exhausted.

Furthermore, due to his repeated battles with two generations of Heavenly Venerables, his injuries may be even more severe than those of the sleeping Great Luo.

But this doesn't mean he can rest easy.
On the contrary, it is even more urgent.

The Great Luo can rebuild and recreate the layout over ten thousand years through reincarnation.

How could that terrifying being, who also came from the Realm of True Immortals, sit idly by and wait for death?
Perhaps long ago, in some unknown corner, the hidden hand of the True Immortal of the End of Dharma had already laid out the plan.

Zhao Wuji looked at the magnificent Heavenly Dao Single Eye opposite him, which exuded immense spiritual power, and at the illusory phantoms of the fading dynasties within that single eye, his gaze filled with contemplation.

The magnificent imperial figures of Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song in those past dynasties, as well as the romantic figures of poets and sword saints, are nothing but the dissipated bubbles of the Great Luo Dream, deformities created by the influence of will on the real world.

Like a castle built by a child with sand, it appears magnificent and grand, but is actually full of illusion.

"What is illusory can be made real, and what is real can be made illusory. Between the illusory and the real, one must refine the illusory into the real. This is the path I will take in the future."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the swirling, turbid mist of calamity.

In this world where reality and illusion intertwine, only by refining the illusory into the real and transforming the false into the true can one achieve true reality.

Only then can one break through the shackles of the Dao Integration stage and step into the legendary Tribulation Transcending Realm!

Then
After the trials of illusion and reality, one attains the Great Vehicle!
"If we can survive the great calamity of illusion and reality..."

His gaze then fixed on the surging landscape of the Nine Provinces below, the golden patterns on his brows shimmering and glowing.

"Further refining the six ancestral demons in the Nine Netherworlds, and using these six souls of the Great Luo as fuel, will surely help me burn away the barriers between reality and illusion, and directly enter the realm of the Great Vehicle Heavenly Venerable!"

"Crash!"

Just then, a crisp sound of chains snapping came from inside the Qiankun Medicine Furnace.

But the chains of tribulation and corruption that bound the Immortal Lord Si Ming and the others crumbled inch by inch.

Those end-of-days rules that had corrupted countless immortal lords for millennia, like snow meeting the blazing sun, turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the furnace fire.

"Thank you."

The cloudiness in the eyes of the Immortal Lord of Fate vanished, revealing a long-lost clarity. He gave Zhao Wuji a deep look before his broken body dissipated like sand in the wind.

The other immortals also ascended to heaven with smiles on their faces, their bodies transforming into countless shimmering points of light.

"Buzz!"

Just then, the medicine furnace roared, and the yin and yang energies swirled like dragons.

The ashes that should have returned to heaven and earth actually condensed in the furnace and did not disperse, and were forged into more than a dozen long rivers of spiritual energy by the supreme Dao fire.

The most amazing part is the core of the long river.

A dozen or so wisps of celestial energy, as dazzling as stars, rose and fell, each containing an ancient and awe-inspiring Daoist charm.

"good."

The figure of the Purple Star Immortal King floated in the furnace, his face under the star crown bearing a relieved smile: "The decaying bodies of us that have escaped have transformed our cultivation into these spiritual essences, which will be the resource ladder to help you advance further in the future."

If this helps you achieve a breakthrough in the future, then my death will have been worthwhile.

"Not bad!"

The figure of the Celestial King Zhongtian then emerged from the flames, the Sun and Moon Dao Wheels shining behind his head: "We two still have some strength left. After helping you subdue the six Ancestral Demons, we will return to the world."

He raised his hand and pointed into the depths of the Netherworld, his eyes blazing with divine light: "We two will burn this last wisp of our remnant souls for you!"

Ziwei and Zhongtian, the two Immortal Kings, appeared calm and composed, their Daoist aura clear and pure.

They now seem like carefree hermits, having shed the weight of ages, completely indifferent to matters of life and death.

Having come from heaven and earth, we now return to heaven and earth, showing no fear of death and feeling completely at peace.

The Celestial King of the Central Heaven laughed loudly: "Having survived for ten thousand years, it is already a fortunate thing to be able to witness the revival of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Thank you both, seniors."

Zhao Wuji was filled with respect and bowed solemnly. He sensed the air of decline emanating from the two immortals and sighed inwardly.

The chains of tribulation that bound the primordial spirits of the two Immortal Kings were crumbling inch by inch.

Although their aged bodies appeared weak, they still possessed a vital energy.

This is completely different from the situation of Dao-merging cultivators such as the Immortal Lord of Fate.

Those ancient immortal lords, whose life force had long since exhausted itself, were only kept on their last breath by the remnants of their Great Luo bodies and the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Now that the chains are broken, without the support of the power of the Great Luo and the Heavenly Dao, it is like a candle flickering in the wind, instantly turning into the Dao and disappearing.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the inevitable fate."

Even if we cultivators reach our level, it's difficult to achieve immortality. Perhaps only true immortals like the Great Luo Immortal can live forever.

The Purple Star Immortal King saw through Zhao Wuji's thoughts, pointed to the churning sea of ​​calamity and turbidity, and laughed: "Purifying heaven and earth is going against the will of heaven. These fellow cultivators are just one step ahead of us."

"You two seniors are so magnanimous!"

Zhao Wuji praised him, then made a hand seal to open the Qiankun Furnace.

The moment the furnace lid was opened, two beams of clear, ethereal light drifted out.

The illusory image of the Celestial King solidified in the sea of ​​mist, and he turned around and said in a deep voice, "Young friend, please cultivate in peace. The two of us will stay here to protect the Heavenly Dao. Once you are ready, we will descend to the Nine Netherworlds together to set things right."

"Not bad!"

The Purple Star Immortal King suddenly interjected, "Let's use our last few breaths of energy to deal with those six wicked creatures!"

"May I ask you two seniors, are the six Ancestral Demons at the Dao Integration Realm?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at the two Immortal Kings.

"That's true right now."

The Purple Star Immortal King shook his head and said, "But those six wicked creatures were transformed from the six souls of the Great Luo."

The Celestial King of the Central Heaven said solemnly, “Even if the Heavenly Dao has suppressed them for ten thousand years, and the Dharma-ending Age has eroded them for another ten thousand years, they are still not to be underestimated. After all, at their peak, they were second only to the Heavenly Venerables!”

"Although these six Ancestral Demons have now fallen to the Dao Integration Realm..."

The Purple Star Immortal King shook his head, reminding them, "But if the six demons unite, triggering a resonance between the six souls of the Great Luo, they can briefly regain their full power!"

"At that time, even if the two of us join forces, we will find it difficult to contend with them!"

"So strong?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly.

He had originally thought that the six great ancestral demons were only slightly stronger than those who had lost their souls, such as the Immortal Lord of Fate, but now it seemed that they were so troublesome.

"It seems."

His eyes flashed: "These six big fish need a stronger fishing net to catch them. I need to continue to improve my strength."

The Purple Star Immortal King and the Central Heaven Immortal King nodded slightly, and then their figures flew back into the vortex of the Heavenly Dao's single eye's pupil, silently guarding it.

"call!"

Zhao Wuji let out a long breath, his gaze sweeping across the turbulent, chaotic mist beyond the Nine Heavens.

Now that we have understood the cause and effect, the path ahead is clear and visible.

Purify the Heavenly Dao, merge with the Heavenly Venerable's inheritance, refine the spiritual essence left behind by the Immortal Lord, and then use the Wall-Opening Technique combined with the Pot Heaven Technique to forge the Ancient Sword Domain into the foundation of the Fourth Pot Heaven Dao.
By following this methodical approach, one can gradually digest the will of the Great Luo and steadily improve one's cultivation.

Although this degenerate age is barren

He closed his eyes and felt the resonance between the seed of will deep in his sea of ​​consciousness and the unique eye of the Heavenly Dao. "But with the many inheritances of the ancient Immortal Court, I am not worried about cultivation resources."

This can be considered a legacy I left to myself.

Upon this thought, Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly shifted slightly.

"As for that Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable, I wonder whether he is alive or dead now."

The key information from the Great Luo's will that he had previously inherited flashed through his mind.

The ancient sword immortal who wielded the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was not actually a native of this world in its decline.

Instead, like the True Immortals of the End of Dharma and the Great Luo Immortals, they are all beings from the Realm of True Immortals!

When the first-generation Heavenly Venerables Pangu, Nuwa, and Fuxi perished after their battle with the True Immortals of the End of Dharma, it was the Nine Tribulations Heavenly Venerable who intervened, bringing back the will of the three souls of the Great Luo to Jianmu.

Then, she protected the second-generation Heavenly Venerable, who bestowed immortality upon her and built a grand mansion, allowing Yu Jing to grow up.

After the Second Generation Celestial Venerable's Dao body shattered and he made his move, it was the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable who intervened at the crucial moment.

Only then did the three second-generation Celestial Venerables have the opportunity to transform into the three souls of the Great Luo and return to Zhao Zheng's body.

Therefore, in these two subsequent confrontations, the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable actually played a very important role.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable, the battle between the Great Luo Immortal and the True Immortal of the End of Dharma might have already been over.

However, after the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable intervened to save the three Second Generation Celestial Venerables for the second time, he disappeared, and his fate is unknown.

"Is he seriously injured and forced into hiding? Or..."

Zhao Wuji summoned the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

He gazed thoughtfully at the dewdrop hanging from the tip of the ninth leaf of the sword grass.

"That True Immortal of the End of Dharma is indeed ridiculously strong."

The three great celestial beings of the first generation, Pangu, Nuwa, and Fuxi, were all beings capable of creating the world.

Even joining forces, they still met a tragic end, dying and vanishing from the world.

The three great celestial beings of the second generation inherited their will, and with the help of peerless sword immortals like the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable, they still fought to the point of mutual destruction.

"Fortunately, that terrifying being is getting weaker and weaker as the battle goes on. It's left for me to pick up the pieces."

With this thought in mind, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Crash!"

At this moment, the Qiankun Furnace in front of him roared and trembled, and the Yin-Yang Dao patterns on the furnace body flowed like dragons.

The rules of the Dharma-ending Age that had been refined had begun to dissipate into wisps of green smoke in the furnace fire, leaving only pure Daoist essence settling at the bottom of the furnace like fine wine.

Every wisp of it exudes a breathtakingly ancient aura.

"The refining speed is too slow."

Zhao Wuji's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

With his current Dao Integration cultivation level, it's still too much of a stretch for him to activate this ancient treasure.

It's like a child wielding a heavy hammer, each strike requiring all their strength.

But he knew that these pure Daoist principles were the key resources for breaking through to a higher realm.

"There's no need to rush."

He took a deep breath, glanced at the billowing turbid mist around him, made a hand seal to guide the Qiankun Furnace, and continued to advance into the depths of the turbid mist.

Before long, amidst the swirling mist, the outline of a face that blotted out the sky gradually became clear.

It resembles a floating continent.

His prominent nose bridge resembled a pillar supporting the sky, stretching for thousands of miles.

The brow arches resemble a continuous mountain range, and each eyebrow hair is like a towering ancient tree.

The half-broken lips moved slightly, and with each breath, the entire turbid sea of ​​mist surged and boiled.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at the lips that stretched across the sky.

All that could be seen was the turbid mist surging forth like a river flowing backward, yet not a trace of spiritual energy was seen returning.

"I see."

Zhao Wuji understood.

This remains of a Great Luo Immortal are clearly maintaining the spiritual energy circulation of the entire world with each breath.

After about three hundred years of exhalation, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged like the tide, ushering in a golden age of spiritual energy revival.

After three hundred years of inhalation, the spiritual energy flows like rivers into the sea, ushering in the Dharma-ending Age.

This cycle repeats itself, thus creating the conditions for cultivation in this world.

However, if the remains of the Great Luo are gradually eroded by the rules of the end of Dharma, eventually even breathing will not provide any spiritual energy, and the entire world of the end of Dharma will be destroyed.

At that time, the True Immortals of the End of Dharma, who have been lurking in the depths of eternal darkness, will likely awaken.

"Let's look at my current situation."

Zhao Wuji's divine sense swept out like lightning, instantly piercing through tens of thousands of miles of turbid misty sea.

Only after breaking through the desolate starry sky beyond the nine heavens did they finally glimpse the enormous remains that stretched across the void.

"This is."

With just one glance, his Dao heart trembled violently.

Deep within the mist, a rugged face, resembling a continental plate, appeared and disappeared.

Beneath those broken brow ridges.
It was a huge face that bore an uncanny resemblance to him!
"Pfft, pfft!"

The most horrifying thing is the left eye socket.

The dense, jet-black threads wriggled like living creatures; they were the corrosive traces of the manifestation of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age.

The entire eyeball had long been corroded into a murky black mass, occasionally spurting out horrifying pus and blood.

And only the right eye remains
Upon closer inspection, the single eye of the Heavenly Dao, which spans thousands of miles, is now covered with grayish, spiderweb-like patterns.

Amidst the illusions of the rise and fall of dynasties swirling deep within his pupils, distorted black arcs of electricity occasionally flashed.

This is a sign of being corrupted by the rules of the Dharma-ending Age.

"call!"

Zhao Wuji abruptly withdrew his divine sense, his heart heavy.

The corrupted left eye, the fallen right eye of the Heavenly Dao, and the face that so closely resembled one's own were all warning signs.

What he needed to do next was crystal clear.

Purifying the Heavenly Way means purifying the right eye of the Great Luo.

Cleansing away the turbidity of calamity is to heal the corruption that has ravaged the remains of the Great Luo Immortal.
(End of this chapter)