Immortals of the End Times

The only way to counter the power of the rules is to fight the rules with the rules themselves!

However, Zhao Wuji's ability to activate that trace of the illusory and real rules within the Great Luo's will was actually extremely fortunate.

Even so, he could only protect himself, unable to offer any protection to this world.

Therefore, at this moment, as the world gradually turned into a phantom, Hua Qingshuang's beautiful figure swayed and seemed about to dissipate like a bubble in water.

Even with his current level of cultivation, he felt a sense of helplessness at this moment.

"This Tribulation of Illusion and Reality truly lives up to its name!"

In his moment of anxiety, Zhao Wuji felt a sudden flash of inspiration, like snowflakes, in his mind.

Since he can hardly manipulate the rules of reality and illusion of the Great Luo, why not borrow the rules of the End of Dharma that also originate from the True Immortals of the End of Dharma?

"Although I cannot control the rules of the Dharma-ending Age, I can guide and manipulate their power accordingly."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately made a hand seal to activate the turbid mist that had not yet been refined in the Qiankun Furnace.

These murky black mists contain subtle forces of the laws governing the end times.

Because he had already broken free from the illusion of reality, this part of the turbid mist within the Qiankun Furnace was not affected by the illusion of reality and thus did not become ethereal.

At the same time, his consciousness sank into the First Heavenly Chamber.

On the ground deep within the first heaven of the Dao Foundation, there was still a mottled white mark.

This is the mark left behind after a piece of the laws of the end times invaded and eroded his space, and it has not faded away for a long time.

"cut!"

Zhao Wuji let out a sharp shout, and the golden pattern between his brows suddenly shone brightly.

"Borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, all things obey my command, rise!"

He made a hand seal and used a teleportation technique.

Boom!
The entire piece of land, imprinted with the rules of the Dharma-ending Age, was forcibly cut off.

"Shattering heaven and earth, breaking through the void!"

He pointed his fingers down like a knife and slashed down, his disintegration technique sweeping across like a heaven-cleaving blade.

The foundation ground instantly crumbled, disintegrating along with the churning turbid mist, transforming into countless fragments of rules shimmering with the essence of the Dharma-ending Age.

"go with!"

As the large sleeves rolled up.

Countless fragments, like an inverted galaxy, crashed down on that illusory world with the force of shattering the void!
"boom!"

In an instant, the world changed color!

The moment the turbid mist of calamity collided with the fragments of the rules of the end times was like thousands of meteors falling into the abyss of chaos.

Each fragment stirred up a tremendous wave, and the gray-white end-of-life Dao patterns clashed violently with the rules of reality and illusion, tearing out spiderweb-like spatial cracks in the void.

The rules of reality and illusion that originally enveloped heaven and earth shattered inch by inch like a mirror at this moment.

"Buzz!"

Heaven and earth trembled, and the Daoist rhyme resounded.

The once ethereal and blurred landscape of Kyushu, like faded ink, suddenly solidified and came back to life.

Hua Qingshuang's figure, rushing towards them, seemed to pierce through an invisible barrier, leaping from the illusory painting into the real world.

She seemed completely unaware of the danger that had just occurred, and her clear, cold voice reached Zhao Wuji's ears.

"Wuji, how could I not sense you?"

Before she could finish speaking, Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered, and she looked at Zhao Wuji with surprise and uncertainty: "Your aura has reappeared!"

"Peak Master!"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji had already flown over and tightly embraced her soft, delicate body.

Feeling the real warmth in his arms, he let out a long sigh of relief, a relieved smile spreading across his lips: "I'm fine. I've successfully overcome the tribulation of illusion and reality, and broken through smoothly. This feeling is wonderful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and abyss-like aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The golden patterns that cut through the Dao spread out from between his eyebrows, transforming into a radiant glow that pierced the heavens.

The immense power of the Dao, which had reached the pinnacle of perfection, underwent a complete breakthrough at this moment, resulting in a qualitative change, and swept across the world like a raging sea.

The Dao seal between his brows suddenly shone brightly, and the four Dao foundations within his sea of ​​consciousness roared and trembled, slowly merging together as if continental plates were colliding.

The Southern Secret Realm transformed into a continuous mountain range, the Ancient Sword Domain solidified into the Sword Tomb Abyss, and the Pot Sky Realm evolved into a sea of ​​clouds and a sky.

The four foundations eventually merged into one.

A vast continent formed in his sea of ​​consciousness, resonating with three regions connected to the real world outside.

The mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces, the Netherworld, and the Cloud Palace of the Nine Heavens, all seemed to be visible on the palm of his hand, transforming into extensions of his Dao foundation.

In a daze, a wisp of profound Daoist charm rose from the Dao Foundation Continent.

That was actually a fluctuation of laws that were being conceived!
There is reality within illusion, and illusion within reality.

The laws of illusion and reality flowed in his heart like the yin and yang fish, intertwined yet clearly distinct.

This is precisely the sign of the path to Mahayana Buddhism!
The Mahayana Quasi-Immortals, whose words become law, are themselves the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.

If one can cultivate all the laws to perfection, one can condense the Dao Fruit, evolve the rules, and ultimately...
Ascend to the realm of true immortals!

"Unrestrained."

Hua Qingshuang nestled in Zhao Wuji's arms when she suddenly sensed that her Daoist partner's aura was as deep and still as a mountain, exuding an ancient Daoist charm that made her heart tremble.

She suddenly raised her head, her frosty eyes rippled with surprise and joy, and her red lips trembled slightly as she said, "Have you really entered the legendary Tribulation Transcending Stage?"

"good."

Zhao Wuji smiled, his fingers gently tracing her smooth, jade-like forehead. "This time, I did break through to a higher realm by sheer luck, but it was also extremely dangerous. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slender, fair hand pressed against his lips.

Hua Qingshuang's eyes were like water. Thinking of the strange feeling she had just vaguely sensed, that heart palpitation as if she were about to lose Zhao Wuji, her eyes were filled with lingering fear: "Don't mention such dangerous things again. Now that you have broken through, it is the favor of Heaven."

"Ok!"

Zhao Wuji nodded in understanding.

At this moment, an astonishing transformation was taking place within him, as if the world had just begun to open.

The Dao seal between his brows flowed with the interplay of illusory and real laws, and deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the four Dao foundations resonated like thunder, reshaping and changing every inch of his flesh and blood in the interplay of illusory and real Dao rhythms.

The most mysterious of all is the transformation of the soul.

The primordial spirit, which was originally as clear as crystal, was now entwined with strands of golden patterns of law, as if it were the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and its every move exuded supreme majesty.

These are clearly transformations brought about by breaking through the tribulation stage, and they need a period of time to gradually change.

"Peak Master, it has been many years since we last met. I have truly missed you."

Zhao Wuji smiled and put his arm around Hua Qingshuang's slender waist, which was about to be turned around, when he suddenly heard the sound of air being torn apart from the sea of ​​clouds below.

"Good for you, Junior Sister Hua! You came here without telling me, and you beat me to it again."

Yan Lan, dressed in a fiery red silk dress, emerged from the clouds, her hands on her hips, glaring at Zhao Wuji and scolding, "You brat, you only remember Junior Sister Hua, have you forgotten about me?"

"Senior Uncle."

Zhao Wuji turned around and saw Yan Lan standing in the air, her feet treading on crimson clouds, her phoenix eyes showing a mixture of anger and joy.

"What? Did I arrive at the wrong time?"

Yan Lan hummed softly, her red lips slightly pursed, her fair arms wrapped around her magnificent chest, but a smile was hidden in her eyes.

"of course not."

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and extended his other hand, saying gently, "You've come at just the right time."

"Glib tongue!"

Yan Lan gave a soft snort, but had already transformed into a stream of fire and thrown into her arms.

"Hahaha!"

With his two wives, Bing and Huo, on his left and right, Zhao Wuji, his Taoist robe billowing, carried the two women and flew towards the towering Qiankun Furnace.

Now that I have achieved a breakthrough and have the company of my beloved Bing Huo, I should take advantage of this auspicious moment to express the feelings I have cherished for many years.

"Summon Clouds!"

With a flick of his sleeve, clouds descended from all directions like a curtain, gradually concealing the three figures.

Before long, a series of resounding, majestic sounds suddenly echoed from the highest heavens, causing the clouds and seas to surge in all directions. Sometimes, these sounds were accompanied by the crisp sound of ice crystals shattering, and sometimes by bursts of intense heat that scorched the sky, causing the clouds and mist to shift and change, weaving together a profound and mysterious Daoist rhythm that made one blush.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

For Zhao Wuji

It felt like a spring and winter had passed in an instant.

It felt like soaking in a hot spring in the snow, so beautiful it was almost bubbly.

"Junior sister, it's time for us to go back too."

Above the Qiankun Furnace, Yan Lan combed her messy hair, her beautiful eyes captivating. After adjusting her red dress, she gently held Hua Qingshuang's fair wrist with her jade fingers, glancing at Zhao Wuji sitting cross-legged opposite her. "Don't disturb someone's consolidation of their realm."

"Ah."

Hua Qingshuang nodded slightly, the spring light in her frost-covered eyes still lingering, and slowly rose with Yan Lan.

Yan Lan, who had been arguing with Hua Qingshuang when they arrived, now smiled like a peach blossom in March and held hands with her, who was as aloof as snow.

"Let's go."

One was as bright as fire, the other as pure as ice; their bright eyes, amidst the swirling, turbid mist, made them seem like two beautiful women descended to earth.

Once they fly away from the heavens and return to the land of Kyushu.

These two Nascent Soul Dao Lords concealed their tenderness, and as their Dao aura flowed around them, they once again displayed the majestic and awe-inspiring presence of immortal giants.

Yan Lan's lips were slightly pursed, her phoenix eyes held a hint of power, her wide sleeves, adorned with floral patterns, drooped like clouds, and her cold gaze was like lightning.

Where was even a trace of the demure, icy demeanor she displayed in front of her Daoist partner?
Deep within the turbid mist, Zhao Wuji sat alone atop the Qiankun Furnace, which was as large as a mountain. Sensing the departure of Lady Binghuo, a smile appeared on his lips.

The yin-yang Dao patterns on the furnace beneath him flickered, emanating chaotic energy.

He closed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the mysterious changes within his body.

Deep within one's own Dao foundation.

Strands of energy, like spring streams breaking through ice, flowed gently through the meridians.

This is precisely the essential difference between the Tribulation Transcending Stage and the Dao Integration Stage.

In the past, the way to attain enlightenment was simply to imprint one's own mind with the mind of Heaven.

Now, as he undergoes tribulation, he is transforming his own path into the laws of heaven and earth.

Every gesture and movement is guided by rules.

Even more surprisingly, the Dao power within his body was undergoing a subtle transformation, showing faint signs of converting into immortal spiritual energy.

However, the speed of this transformation is like fine sand passing through an hourglass, so slow that it is almost imperceptible.
"Laws! Immortal Techniques!"

Zhao Wuji's Daoist mind was clear and bright, and the spiritual light within his sea of ​​consciousness burst forth like sparks.

"The Tribulation Transcending Stage is merely a preliminary glimpse into the Dharma; only the Mahayana Stage can evolve into the Dharma of the Heavenly Venerable."

The two seniors, Ziwei and Zhongtian, failed to break through back then. They possessed immortal spiritual energy but lacked the true methods, like a child wielding a blade, unable to display its power. This is what it means to be a rogue immortal—someone who has never possessed the true power of the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Golden lines flowed between his brows, and one could vaguely see the interplay of reality and illusion around his body.

The path of refining the false into the true and transforming the illusory into the real unfolded before his eyes like a scroll painting.

He has gradually come to understand the power of the law.

The Tribulation Transcending stage is merely the initial contact with the laws, and the understanding of the laws is still vague.

For example, he follows the path of refining the false into the true and the unreal into the real, and what he comprehends is the law of illusion and the law of reality.

Illusory and real laws can be further divided into many sub-branches, such as illusory fire, real fire, illusory shadow, real substance, and so on.

False fire can be anger or inner fire, while real fire is the flame that burns all kinds of substances in the world.

Illusory laws are like smoke and mist, while real laws are as heavy as mountains.

False fire can burn away the seven emotions, and the flames of the heart can scorch the soul.

Real fire can melt metal and stone, boil the sea and burn the sky.

The illusory image reflects the vast world, transforming into a mirage, a reflection of mountains and rivers.

The physical body carries all things and can forge an immortal foundation.

This path of illusion and reality is all-encompassing, with each branch resembling a brilliant star in a galaxy.

One must thoroughly understand and perfect the myriad details of the laws in order to be able to support the bridge of rules like a pillar.

"Laws are the foundation, rules are the result."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, as if he could see countless threads of law intertwining in the void.

If we compare the rules to a bridge.

The various methods include using timber, steel, and other materials to support the bridge.

The more complete and perfect a law is, the stronger and more solid the rules that support it will be.

When all laws converge in the future, that will be the time when the rules are naturally formed!

But this requires careful understanding and a long period of time.

But with the end of the Dharma approaching, does he still have that much time?
Zhao Wuji lowered his head, looking down at the enormous remains lying in the vast, turbid mist below, the Dao seal between his brows flickering.

Now that he has made initial contact with the laws of illusion and reality, he is increasingly aware of the strong attraction coming from below.

His rugged face, resembling a continental plate, and the swirling starlight in his single eye, were both silently beckoning him.

"Heavenly Soul Resonance, Willpower Attraction"

His expression was thoughtful, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his divine sense spread out like a tide.

However, the moment the surface of the remains was touched, it vanished as if it had been thrown into the sea.

Even with the immense power of a Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—it couldn't budge it an inch.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed softly, his five fingers clenching together inside his sleeve.

All previous attempts have confirmed that only by using the method of entering dreams can one have a chance to approach this true immortal's remains.

But in that chaotic dream...
With a casual flip, Da Luo's movements were like the sky collapsing and the earth turning upside down; his roar was like thunder shaking the heavens.

Each time he only managed to glimpse a few fragments, he would be violently jolted out of Da Luo's dream by the turbulent currents of the dream.

"The Heavenly Soul is so close, yet it feels like an insurmountable chasm."

He gazed at the swirling starlight in the right eye of the remains, where golden lines also flowed.

That vast and unfathomable will of Heaven, which originated from the same source as the Great Luo Seed in his sea of ​​consciousness, could never truly merge with it.

But now, with his breakthrough in cultivation, the seed of the Great Luo will in his sea of ​​consciousness has been further refined in just two days, like ice and snow melting away.

Within this section, countless fragmented memories, like iron horses and icy rivers, enter my dreams.

Although the Great Luo's previous incarnation only managed to squeeze out a tiny bit of his understanding of the rules of illusion and reality, it was like sparks flying, weaving together in his sea of ​​consciousness into a brilliant Dao diagram that could be used for guidance.

These insights were like a commanding view for him, as if he were standing atop a towering mountain overlooking a sea of ​​clouds, allowing him to quickly grasp some of the essence of the Dao of illusion and reality.

This undoubtedly accelerated his comprehension of the laws, like a child suddenly grasping a divine weapon; though he could not fully display its power, he had already begun to understand its profound mysteries.

At the same time, it is understood that to inherit the Heavenly Soul and Will within the Heavenly Dao's Unique Eye, one would most likely need to comprehend the Law of Illusion and Reality to perfection.

That is, to ascend to the realm of a Mahayana Quasi-Immortal!

This is no easy task, especially now that the calamity of the Dharma-ending Age is about to descend.

"Fortunately, I still have quite a few resources at my disposal."

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly as he swept over the surging, turbid sea of ​​mist around him.

Suddenly he loosened his fist.

The Qiankun Furnace trembled in response, and six pure soul lights within it swam like dragons.

Those were the six ancestral demonic origins that had been completely refined over the past ten years. In the furnace fire, they had lost all their demonic nature and were now as clear as crystal.

Although the Heavenly Soul Will of the Great Luo is unattainable, the power of the Six Souls of the Great Luo is still considerable.
"I am the reincarnation of the Great Luo Immortal, and these six souls are meant to be used by me!"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, and the moment he lifted the lid of the furnace, six dazzling soul lights shone like stars in the sky, carrying ancient fluctuations that made one's heart tremble, and all entered his crown chakra.

In an instant, his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently!

The Dao Foundation simultaneously erupted with astonishing clear light.
(End of this chapter)