Immortals of the End Times

More than a month later.

Zhao Wuji stared at the pure Dao crystal that had condensed inside the Qiankun Furnace after purifying the turbid Qi of the Calamity and the rules of the end of Dharma.

Looking again at the vast and boundless sea of ​​turbid mist stretching for millions of miles, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

This project to purify heaven and earth is truly enormous.

For over a month, he worked tirelessly, activating the Qiankun Furnace, but he could only barely purify the turbid mist within a thousand-mile radius.

The blood vessels around the Heavenly Dao's single eye had faded somewhat, and its clarity had returned.

However, compared to the vast ocean of tribulation mist that covers tens of millions of miles around the Great Luo's body, this progress is simply a drop in the ocean.

“At this rate”

He calculated with his fingers, his heart sinking slightly.

Even without eating or drinking, working day and night, it would take at least eight hundred years to completely purify it.

This doesn't even include the left eye and the parts of the body of the Great Luo remnant that were eroded by the rules of the Dharma-ending Age.

Those clashes involving Dao principles at the True Immortal level are ten times more difficult.

With his current abilities, he's not confident he can reach the top; even grinding things out over time probably won't work.

"Even if the dogs lick up all the noodles and the chickens peck at all the rice, I still won't be able to finish my work."

A hint of dejection had just risen in his heart when Zhao Wuji suppressed it again.

His gaze sharpened again as he looked at the crystal-clear Dao Crystal and the swirling, dragon-like river of spiritual energy within the furnace, a resolute expression returning to his brow.

Fortunately, this calamity was not entirely without benefit.

These surging, turbid energies are actually ancient spiritual energy scattered after the collapse of the thirty-three heavens of the ancient immortal court.

It also contains the essence of immortal energy that Da Luo once slept in the dark zone at the beginning of the world.

Unfortunately, these spiritual energies, after being eroded by the rules of the Dharma-ending Age, were eventually corrupted by filth and transformed into the turbid mist of calamity that binds cause and effect.

All over the world.

Only the Qiankun Furnace in his hand can burn away the rules of the end times, strip away the entanglements of cause and effect, and allow it to return to the pure state of ancient spiritual energy.

For Zhao Wuji, the ancient spiritual energy and Dao crystals he obtained through refining were rare resources for cultivation.

If he continues, it will be enough to help him gradually break through his realm and enter the Tribulation Transcending stage or even the Mahayana stage.

Thus, the process of purifying the world became an opportunity for him to accumulate his inner strength.

It's like the saying "Heaven rewards diligence," meaning the more you work, the more you gain.

"Unfortunately, my current cultivation level is still too low..."

He flipped his palm and put away the Qiankun Furnace, his eyes darkening slightly. "Normal activation of the Qiankun Furnace consumes a great deal of energy, and the refining efficiency is far below expectations."

Forcibly purifying the world at this moment would be a waste of effort and yield little result.

Once his cultivation improves, he will push the techniques of boiling stones, dispelling calamities, and averting disasters to even higher levels.

When the time comes to reforge the turbid energy, the results will be twice as effective with half the effort, and the efficiency will skyrocket.

The time saved in this process can be fully devoted to cultivation, thus nourishing oneself.

Considering all this, going into spiritual practice now is actually a more worthwhile investment.

The wise course of action is to complete the task of purifying the world in a shorter time while also improving one's own cultivation.

"It's time to go back. I've only been gone for a little over a month, and the Peak Master and the others have already sent messages through the Pot Heaven Space to inquire about me..."

Zhao Wuji slightly raised his gaze and bowed to the Ziwei Immortal King and Zhongtian Immortal King, who were guarding the area under the Heavenly Dao's unique gaze in the distance.

"Seniors, please allow me to cultivate for some time and improve my cultivation before returning to complete the task of purifying the turbid mist!"

After he finished speaking, he saw that both of the Celestial Kings nodded.

Zhao Wuji immediately activated the incantation for the Dengchao technique.

With one step, his figure vanished like smoke and clouds, disappearing into the Nine Heavens Palace in an instant.

Time flies like water; several months pass in the blink of an eye across the land.

On this day, in Beiyun Dizhou, the Hua Clan of Immortals.

At the summit of the majestic Balong Mountain, inside the Daojun Hall, clouds and smoke swirl.

Zhao Wuji, who had returned several months earlier, was leaning back on the jade seat, sitting opposite Hua Qingshuang and Yan Lan, enjoying tea.

Yan Lan held the teacup with her fair, jade-like fingers as she mentioned the recent rampage of demons and monsters across the Nine Provinces.

Even a top-tier clan like the Hua family, along with vassal families such as the Zhou, Yang, and Wang families, were involved.

One after another, disciples' hearts were corrupted and they fell into demonic cultivation.

Even worse, some began to kill each other, their blood staining the caves.

"Currently, most of the cultivators who have fallen into demonic possession are at the Concentration and Qi Induction stages. Most of them are already deeply entrenched in demonic possession and beyond redemption. They should all be exterminated."

Hua Qingshuang shook her head slightly, her cold eyes like frost, "Among the Golden Core cultivators... only one person suffered a calamity."

"The power of the six ancestral demons is confined to the Nine Netherworlds, making it difficult for them to affect cultivators above the Golden Core stage. However, if the demonic forces increase in number, their power may also grow."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, nodded, and said in a deep voice.

Hua Qingshuang has now reached the realm of Nascent Soul Dao Lord, and Yan Lan is also refining her Dao Seal in preparation for breaking through to Nascent Soul.

With the two women's current cultivation levels, even if the six great ancestral demons joined forces, they would find it difficult to erode their Dao hearts, so he no longer needed to worry about them.

However, if Yan Lan were to break through to the Divine Realm and face the Dao Tribulation, there would still be a hidden risk.

Those six Ancestral Demons would certainly not let go of such a perfect opportunity to strike at his Daoist partner.

"The threat of the six great ancestral demons..."

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "There will come a day when this must be completely resolved. But for now, I should focus on improving my cultivation."

"You're going to attack the Six Ancestral Demons?! How? Are you planning to go into the Nine Netherworlds?"

Yan Lan's expression changed slightly, and worry was evident in her eyes.

She knew full well that the six Ancestral Demons were incredibly powerful and lurked in the Nine Netherworlds, so that recklessly charging into the Nine Netherworlds would be extremely dangerous. She immediately dissuaded him, saying, "You brat, don't be reckless..."

Don't worry.

Zhao Wuji chuckled and shook his head: "If I'm not confident, I naturally won't act rashly."

Hua Qingshuang gazed at him intently for a long time before suddenly asking, "In the Nine Heavens... did you find a way to resolve the Dharma-ending Tribulation?"

"There isn't a very good way to temporarily reverse the decline of heaven and earth and suppress the ancestral demon."

He shook his head slightly, "But the great calamity of the end times... cannot be resolved overnight. The complexities involved are beyond my current capabilities."

Both women were shocked by these words.

With Zhao Wuji's current strength at the Dao Integration Realm, he can be considered the number one person in the world.

He might even be the first person in ten thousand years.

The six Great Ancestral Demons are not human and are excluded, so it is not an exaggeration to call Zhao Wuji the number one person in all ages.

Even he said that his current strength is insufficient to solve the problem. In the past ten thousand years, who has been able to solve it?

What about 10,000 years from now? Will any future generations be able to solve this?

"Although I have gained something this time, now is not the time to tell you."

Zhao Wuji raised his eyes to look at the sky, his tone solemn, "Knowing too much now is of no use to you."

He does not intend to reveal anything about Ronaldo too early.

This matter was too shocking and involved his plans and schemes from previous lives.

The two women know too much. If the six great demons find an opportunity to invade their hearts and learn the truth in the future, they will both suffer the consequences.

"You brat, now that you're the number one person in the world, you've certainly grown some guts, daring to keep us, your bedmates, in suspense!"

Yan Lan gave a soft hum, her alluring eyes darting around to Zhao Wuji's back. She hooked her slender arm around his shoulder, her red lips parting slightly as she breathed out a fragrant breath.

"We've been honest with each other for so many years, is there anything you still can't tell us?"

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and pulled her into his arms.

Snapped!
He slapped her pert, jade-like buttocks, causing the beauty's delicate body to tremble slightly.

"Good children! Knowing too early won't do you any good. This is for your own good."

"Hmph! Since you're doing this for our own good, you'll stay with us for a while this time."

"What's so difficult about that? Let's eat something first." Two days later.

After dealing with the two "Ladies of Ice and Fire".

Zhao Wuji turned around and stepped into the Pot Heaven Secret Realm, preparing to cultivate.

Since the Yin-Yang Pearl was perfected and attracted the Heavenly Dao, the three Heavenly Venerable phantoms were all integrated into his body. After inheriting the Great Luo Will and the Earth Soul, the ancient Immortal Court in this secret realm is now deserted.

The majestic celestial palace stands silently in solitude.

It seemed to have become his exclusive training ground.

Even the mysterious and unpredictable ancient lands were completely under his control.

Unfortunately, the only valuable thing left here today is the legacy of the Four Heavenly Venerables, which has not yet been fully comprehended.

The abundant ancient spiritual energy of the past had been completely exhausted when he broke through to the Dao Integration stage.

Fortunately, there was still a considerable amount of spiritual energy remaining in the Qiankun Furnace, enough to sustain his cultivation for some time.

The cultivation of the Dao Integration Realm focuses on consolidating the foundation of the Dao, refining magical power, and ultimately evolving one's own Great Dao.

The path that Zhao Wuji sought was the supreme Dao of refining the illusory into the real and the false into the true.

The tempering of the Dao foundation and the sublimation of the Great Dao can be achieved more efficiently by using the pure Dao crystals within the Qiankun Furnace and comprehending the Dao rhymes left behind by the Four Heavenly Venerables.

As for the resources needed to accumulate magical power, he is also gradually preparing them.

At this moment, within the ancient celestial court, Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand.

With a loud "clang!"
Nine-Leaf Sword Grass emerged from his palm.

On the blades of grass, glistening dewdrops reflected the eerie sword shadows of the ancient sword domain.

"cut!"

The mark between his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and he abruptly pressed his fingers together on his forehead.

boom!
The power of interception transformed into a force capable of cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth, brazenly invading the ancient sword domain along with the dewdrops.

The immense power of Dao began to refine this Daoist site left behind by the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable.

This is used to temper one's own foundation and promote the advancement of cultivation.

The Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable is a mysterious being from beyond the realms, who has long since vanished without a trace, and whose fate remains a mystery.

But Zhao Wuji had a vague premonition.

Once he has fully mastered the Ancient Sword Domain, he may be able to use the mysteries of the Sword Domain and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass to sense and confirm the existence of the Nine Tribulations Heavenly Venerable.

If the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable were still alive, he would have a powerful ally when dealing with that True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

As he refined the sword domain, he flicked his sleeve, and the Qiankun Furnace appeared in mid-air.

"Long!"

The instant the furnace lid was opened.

A wisp of celestial energy, as dazzling as an inverted Milky Way, shot out first, disappearing into his brow like a dragon swimming into the sea.

The moment this aura entered his body, it was like sweet dew from the heavens irrigating a barren wasteland, causing his Dao foundation to roar and vibrate.

The already solid foundation was reinforced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Dao patterns intertwine layer upon layer, radiating a dazzling golden glow.

Immediately afterwards, the pure spiritual energy in the furnace poured out like silk threads, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the same stream, continuously flowing into the pores of his body.

These spiritual energies transform upon entering the body, spontaneously following a profound trajectory and flowing into the foundation of one's consciousness without any deliberate guidance.

In an instant, the magical power within his body was as vast as an abyss, layer upon layer, and every inch of his flesh and blood shone with a crystal-clear luster under the cleansing of spiritual energy.

"As expected of immortal spiritual energy, as expected of ancient spiritual energy! Once it enters the body, it can be absorbed directly with almost no guidance or refinement."

Zhao Wuji was pleasantly surprised; the speed at which his cultivation had improved was truly unexpected.

He took the opportunity to swallow another Dao Crystal.

"boom!"

His mind trembled violently, as if a thunderbolt from the heavens had cleaved through the chaos.

The crystal-clear Dao crystal shattered in the sea of ​​consciousness, turning into countless shards of glass.

Each piece reflects the phantom of his comprehension of the Great Dao.

Countless 'he's' seemed to be rushing through the labyrinth of Daoist principles.

Whenever an obstacle blocks the way, the glass figure either waves its sleeve to break through the obstacle or disintegrates and disappears on its own.

Amidst this cycle of birth and death, the correct path becomes increasingly clear.

The long-standing shackles of spiritual practice are now melting away like ice meeting the blazing sun in spring.

Those obscure and difficult-to-understand Taoist principles suddenly became as familiar and clear as meeting an old friend again.

The profound Daoist principles surged and flowed through my mind and spirit.

Each enlightenment is like jade dew and nectar, nourishing the foundation of one's path to ever greater brilliance.

This sudden enlightenment was ten times more acute than the blessing of the Four Symbols Crown bestowed by the Celestial Venerable!
"What a magnificent Qiankun Furnace! It can actually refine the rules of the Dharma-ending Age into such a divine object!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately focused his mind, seizing this fleeting opportunity for enlightenment.

The Daoist aura emanating from his body spread like ripples.

Every inch of skin exudes the profound truths of heaven and earth, and the whole person seems to be in harmony with the Great Dao, entering a mysterious and profound state of enlightenment.

Meanwhile, deep within the Nine Netherworlds, surging demonic energy roared.

The deep roars of the six ancestral demons echoed in the depths of darkness, revealing their barely concealed anxiety.

"too slow!"

"The demonic seed is developing too slowly! The chaos in the world is not enough!"

The Demon of Anger suddenly roared, "Lately, I've been feeling palpitations in the Nine Heavens, and the pressure from the Heavenly Dao seems to be growing stronger."

"Humph!"

The greedy demon interrupted with a sinister laugh: "What storms can a dying heaven still stir up?"

Greed gleamed in his scarlet demonic eyes. "Those remnant souls of the Celestial Court have guarded it for millions of years, yet they couldn't stop the decay of the Heavenly Dao?"

"When the sky collapses, that will be the day we devour the heavens!"

The demon's sinister laugh rang out: "That's right! Now let's see who can outlast the others."

How could those two young children, Ziwei and Zhongtian, possibly hold up the crumbling heavens? Their days were already numbered; how many more rounds of calamity could they possibly survive?

Within the altar, the vengeful demon spoke in a sinister tone: "The heavenly might suddenly intensifies; it may well be a final burst of energy before death."

The demon warned, "Don't be careless! Don't forget that variable. Zhao Wuji has been lying low lately; I have a feeling he's plotting something."

"Ah!"

The vengeful demon sneered, "In terms of intrigue and deceit, who has ever been able to rival us throughout the ages? You mere child are but a firefly compared to the bright moon!"

"And which of these so-called 'variables' over the past ten thousand years hasn't eventually vanished into thin air?"

The demon warned, "But this child is different. The others are all suspected variables, but he is a true variable of heaven and earth!"
For nearly ten thousand years, apart from the patrolling immortal lord Zhao Zheng, no one else has been able to rival him!

"Zhao Zheng?"

The Demon of Wrath suddenly burst into wild laughter, causing the demonic mist to boil: "He was nothing but a Celestial Venerable who died young! Now, his remnant soul is clinging to life thanks to that treacherous Heaven, which only hastens the decline of the Heavenly Dao."

"This world is a dead end that even he couldn't break. How could Zhao Wuji possibly break it? It's impossible for another Celestial Venerable to be born in this world."

The demonic eyes of the greedy demon surged with blood-red light, and he laughed sinisterly, "In this world, only we six ancestral demons can break this deadlock."

We are the manifestations of the evil thoughts of the Six Great Thieves of the Great Luo, on equal footing with that thieving old Heaven! We share the same origin! Our status is perfectly legitimate.

"So-called benevolent protection is nothing but a dying struggle. Only the path of extreme evil can bring about complete destruction! Only through destruction can new life be built."

"Not bad!"

The six ancestral demons laughed in unison, their demonic roars shaking the heavens:
"The sky should collapse! The earth should perish!"

"Until this decaying world is completely annihilated."

"New life will surely rise from the ashes and be reborn in our Netherworld Demon Land!"

(End of this chapter)