Immortals of the End Times

A dozen days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the end times are about to arrive again.

After Zhao Wuji returned to Kyushu, he joined forces with Hua Qingshuang, Yan Lan and others to first stabilize the earth's veins and seal the spiritual veins.

To build a moat in advance for the coming end of the Dharma, and to construct an impregnable wall to resist the end of the Dharma.

On this day, the changes in the world gradually became apparent.

Zhao Wuji has refined the entire world, and as the current true ruler of the Nine Provinces, he can already feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth slowly dissipating like the receding tide.

The entire sky exuded a sense of desolation, as if all things were silent.

At this very moment, inside the sleeping quarters of the Hua Clan on Balong Mountain.

Zhao Wuji, his Taoist robe open, leaned casually against the bed, surrounded by four Taoist companions.

Hua Qingshuang's delicate hands were feeding him a spirit fruit, Yan Lanyu's fingers were drawing circles on his chest, Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu were also serving him, and even the medicine boy Xiaoyue was obediently massaging his legs.

"You little rascal, you know how to enjoy life now."

Yan Lan suddenly pinched him, her ears turning slightly red, "The five of us are all circling around you, serving you alone..."

Her voice lowered, and she scoffed suspiciously, "But since this breakthrough, why have you become so... audacious? Could it be that you've been secretly picking wildflowers behind our backs all these years, playing some kind of trick?"

Upon hearing this, the other three women all recalled their previous absurdities, and their cheeks flushed red, making them incredibly beautiful.

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, his fingers brushing through Yan Lan's hair, his gaze sweeping over the beautiful bodies of the women. "This time I broke through my realm by relying on the origins of the six great ancestral demons, so it's inevitable that I'll be tainted with some restlessness."

Especially in terms of lust, perhaps stimulated by you five ladies, it's even harder to control oneself; only indulgence can release it.

He glanced at the women and said apologetically, "I was quite impolite earlier, and I hope the ladies will forgive me."

Nan Zhixia felt a little anxious and hurriedly asked, "Cultivators value their mind and will most, but the turbid energy of the six great ancestral demons has invaded your mind."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and flicked his sleeve, shaking his head. "They are just remnants of demonic thoughts. Once my cultivation improves further, these demonic thoughts will gradually disappear. They cannot shake my mind for the time being."

Upon hearing this, the women's worried expressions eased slightly.

During their conversation, a sudden howling wind could be heard outside the hall.

Hua Qingshuang turned her head to look at the sky, her cool profile slightly worried, and sighed softly: "Even though both of our Hua clan's spiritual veins have advanced to the sixth rank, and you, my husband, have set up a great formation to lock the mysteries of heaven and earth."
But right now, supporting all the cultivators in the clan is already a struggle, let alone maintaining the cultivation levels of our many sisters.

"This is a problem, but the Peak Master need not worry too much about it."

A beam of pure light emanated from Zhao Wuji's sleeve as he nonchalantly said, "Peak Master, when you and your senior uncle have free time, you can enter my Tiannan Daoji Cave Heaven to cultivate and temporarily avoid the erosion of the Dharma-ending Age. As for the calamities of the Dharma-ending Age in this world..."

His gaze swept over the spiritual mists of the six mountains, and he pondered, "We can only deal with it gradually in the future."

"Go to the Tiannan Secret Realm?"

"Okay."

Hua Qingshuang and Yan Lan exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away.

Although the two responded with smiles, a hint of tenderness lingered in their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to add any more burden to Zhao Wuji.

After exchanging a final few words with the five women, Zhao Wuji transformed into a streak of light and dashed out of the hall.

He floated outside the Hua Clan, standing in mid-air, looking down at the six immortal mountains that appeared and disappeared in the mist.

The protective array flags covering the six mountains flickered with spiritual light, like the blinking of a breath.

He had already laid out the 'Nine Palaces Spirit Locking Array' on these six immortal mountains, with array patterns resembling dragons coiled around the mountain ridges.

Eighty-one array flags guard the earth's secret points and protect the spiritual veins.

But such methods can only delay the decline of the spiritual veins; they are still just ordinary, mundane means.

"Congeal!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal with his right hand, and the laws of illusion and reality poured out like a celestial river.

The six immortal mountains trembled simultaneously, and spiderweb-like glazed patterns appeared on their surfaces.

The entire mountain range resembles a piece of jade thrown into water, sometimes solidifying like an ancient rock, with waterfalls and springs clearly visible in the mountains.

Sometimes it blurs into the shape of an ink painting, leaving only faint mountain shadows swaying in the sea of ​​clouds.

Even more remarkably, the mountain vegetation sometimes transforms into twinkling starlight, and at other times recombine into lush greenery, shifting between reality and illusion.

As the barrier of laws took shape, the entire mountain range seemed to be dragged into a mirror world.

At the foot of the mountain, you can still see the smoke rising from the chimneys of ordinary people.

Above the mountainside, however, the view had already disappeared into the gap between reality and illusion. Ordinary cultivators could only see six hazy mountain shadows appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

"In this way, although it cannot stop the end-of-days rules that cover the entire land, it is enough to protect this small area."

Zhao Wuji withdrew his hand and nodded slightly.

After all, the Dharma-ending rules that permeate the world may just be the unconscious aura of that Dharma-ending True Immortal, scattered throughout the world, rather than being concentrated in one place, so its power is only a fraction of what it used to be.

With his current mastery of the laws of illusion and reality, which has reached the level of immortal techniques, he is capable of resisting this part of the power of the rules.

He suddenly made a hand seal, and the golden patterns of the Ascending Technique flashed and disappeared under his feet.

A ripple spread through the air.

When the afterimage dissipated, the person was already standing in the turbid fog sea outside the Ninth Heaven.

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and stared at the surging, turbid sea of ​​mist below.

But deep within the mist, the face of the Great Luo's remains was faintly visible, and he was slowly taking a long, deep breath.

As Da Luo slowly inhaled, the spiritual energy of the eight directions and six realms flowed like ten thousand rivers into the sea, transforming into a visible, shimmering white torrent.

Below, in the mountains of the Nine Provinces, the spiritual veins trembled.

The water essence in the river rose up, and even the true essence in the cultivator's dantian could not be contained.

A vast dragon of spiritual energy rose into the sky unnoticed, before disappearing entirely into the open mouth of the Great Luo.

It was as if a cascading waterfall of spiritual energy was unfolding between heaven and earth.

"One breath of the Great Luo is equivalent to more than six hundred years."

Zhao Wuji sensed the state of the world and the nine provinces, his eyes reflecting the strange phenomena of heaven and earth. "Three hundred years of exhalation brought about the golden age of spiritual energy revival, and three hundred years of inhalation brought about the end of the Dharma."

He gently traced the flowing threads of spiritual energy before him, sensing subtle fluctuations of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age within them. "If it weren't for these malignant laws of the Dharma-ending Age, even if the spiritual energy flowed back into the Great Luo's body, it wouldn't constitute the Dharma-ending Age."

In his omniscient and omnipotent perception.

In the present world of Kyushu, some of the first-level spiritual veins that were already damaged are now beginning to petrify and crack at an accelerated rate.

Because of the pervasive Dharma-ending rules that permeate heaven and earth, when the Great Luo inhales, the spiritual veins of the Nine Provinces are like soldiers without food.

Without the nourishment of the spiritual energy exhaled by the Great Luo, the spiritual veins of the Nine Provinces are like seedlings exposed to the harsh winter.

Even if some new spiritual energy occasionally emerges, it is instantly sucked away by the heaven-and-earth-devouring breath. The depletion of spiritual energy and the erosion of the end of Dharma are like two swords hanging overhead, thus forming a dead end of spiritual decline and the collapse of the Dao.

"To break this situation, the next step is to first reach the realm of a Mahayana Quasi-Immortal."

Zhao Wuji pondered deeply, his gaze piercing through the churning, turbid sea of ​​mist.

I saw the golden, jade-like skin of the Great Luo occasionally glimpsed in the sea of ​​mist.

Its inner power of true immortals is as deep as the ocean; even the mere dissipation of its aura causes the surrounding void to continuously collapse and regenerate.

This body, bearing the immense power to create heaven and earth, was the path to immortality paved for him in his previous life. He had already realized this from the refined will of the Great Luo.

After the great Luo and the True Immortal of the End of Dharma fought a bloody battle, in order to break the deadlock, he did not hesitate to use the "Three Gods Transformation Dao Technique" to split his soul and spirit.

Among them, the three souls reincarnate and cultivate again, comprehending the mysteries of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Pearls, and wishing to achieve the three true immortal fruits, and then return to the origin and unite as one.

Using the power of the Trinity, we suppressed that True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

However, how could a true immortal in the Dharma-ending Age be easily dealt with?

This degenerate rule of the end times, which is eroding heaven and earth, is the invisible trap it has laid out.

Although the Three Generations of Heavenly Venerables cultivated to the Heavenly Venerable Realm by relying on the legacy of the Great Luo, they were like boats going against the current in an increasingly polluted world.

The first generation was able to fight the True Immortals of the End of Dharma to the point of serious injury, the second generation showed an even greater decline, and by the time of the third generation, Zhao Zheng, they were even weaker.

The profound truths of chaos and the mysterious key to the Great Dao of True Immortality within the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls were unfathomable even to the three generations of Heavenly Venerables.

The "Three Immortals Returning to the Origin" scenario that Da Luo had always pinned his hopes on ultimately turned into nothing more than a mirage.

Now, this sword of calamity, which has hung for countless ages, is pointing directly at the brow of him, the fourth reincarnation.

"The Three Immortals Returning to the Origin is basically a failure, because starting from the third generation, including myself, we have all gone down different paths."

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the remains of the Great Luo floating in the sea of ​​mist, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

The Heavenly Venerable of the previous three incarnations.

The first generation, Pangu, separated heaven and earth; Nuwa created all living beings; the second generation, the Immortals, established grand mansions to consolidate the Celestial Court; and even the third generation, Zhao Zheng, and the fourth generation himself, all failed to decipher the chess game laid out by the Great Luo.

Although he is now the fourth generation of Heavenly Venerable, his cultivation level is still far inferior to that of Zhao Zhengshang in his prime.

Not to mention comparing it to the strongest first-generation Celestial Venerable who was born with the fortune of heaven and earth.

The only difference is this.

That is the way of illusion and reality.

He not only followed the same path of refining the void into reality as Da Luo, but also refined the origins of the six great ancestral demons.

The laws of emptiness and reality now flow within the four great foundations.

These are mysteries that even the three previous Heavenly Venerables had never touched.

It's not that they were all inferior to him in their previous three lives, but rather that they all took different paths.

But can this alone truly refine the will of a Great Luo Immortal and take control of this true immortal's remains?

Even he himself finds it difficult to say for sure now.

They didn't even know if they were still part of some kind of scheme orchestrated by Da Luo.

"Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearl"

Zhao Wuji touched the space between his eyebrows, and eighteen precious pearls that could absorb and exhale yin and yang energy appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This priceless treasure, passed down through four generations, may be the key.

Seventy-two Earthly Fiend Tadpole Scripts flickered on the surface of the bead. "According to the description in the Great Luo Will, this is a supreme treasure left behind by the True Immortal Realm. The root of the bloody battle between the Great Luo and the True Immortals of the End of Dharma is this treasure. However, I have completely perfected this bead and comprehended all seventy-two Earthly Fiend Techniques, but I have not found any clues."

The most crucial element in the grand scheme of the Great Luo Dynasty is deciphering the mysteries of this pearl.

But what secrets remain that even true immortals have failed to uncover?

Currently, it seems that after reaching the Tribulation Transcending stage, the strongest thing a cultivator possesses is the law they have comprehended themselves.

If one were to reach the realm of Celestial Venerable Quasi-Immortal in the future, the power of this bead and the Seventy Earthly Fiend Technique would be further weakened.

Once one reaches the True Immortal Realm where one truly controls the rules, what use is this pearl?
Why did the Great Luo Immortal and the True Immortal of the End of Dharma fight over this pearl?

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly he flicked his sleeve, revealing the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls hanging in front of him.

The seventy-two silver tadpole-shaped characters on the pearl's surface flowed with a dazzling Daoist charm, yet it still seemed like viewing flowers through a mist.

"Could it be that one must cultivate all seventy-two Earthly Fiend Techniques to the unprecedented level of the Dao Ancestor Realm?"

He lightly touched the pearl's surface, creating ripples. "Only then can the final mystery be revealed?"

As soon as the thought arose, he felt a sense of irony.

With his current extraordinary comprehension at the Tribulation Transcending stage, even if he fully comprehends all techniques and reaches perfection, it will only be a matter of passing the time.

Not to mention that the first Heavenly Venerable held the power of creation, and the second Heavenly Venerable held the power of the universe. They had the comprehension and time to cultivate the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Techniques to perfection.

If this path is feasible, why wait until today?
The surrounding turbid fog surged like a tide, reflecting the flickering light in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve, and the Qiankun Furnace flew out with a 'boom,' its clear sound shaking the sky. Where the furnace lid was opened, it swallowed and exhaled the turbid mist from all directions.

"Whether that's true or not, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try."

Zhao Wuji suddenly pointed a finger at the sea of ​​mist, and the Chaos True Fire in the furnace suddenly ignited, refining the turbid mist. "I will purify the world while improving my cultivation, and then spend three thousand days and nights comprehending the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques to perfection, to see if I can discover anything special."

"Boom!"

But then one could see the Yin and Yang energies swirling around the mouth of the Qiankun Furnace, and wherever they passed, the turbid mist transformed into a blue rainbow.

Driven by his current powerful magic at the Tribulation Transcending stage, the great undertaking of purifying heaven and earth, which originally required a hundred years of effort, can now be accomplished in at most ten years.

"Summon Clouds!"

"Mist!"

"Covering the sun!"

"Get the moon!"

Amidst the billowing, turbid mist, Zhao continuously unleashed various Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques, rapidly elevating his magical prowess.

The turbid, misty sea suddenly surged and churned.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of clouds surged forth from the void, and rolling mists coalesced into a chaotic array.

Suddenly, all the light of day disappeared, and the entire sky seemed to be contained within a gourd of chaos, with even the great halo of the sun being covered by a single palm.

Suddenly, the cold moon's shadow tore through the murky fog, and the true essence of the moon condensed into a frost blade at the moment of day.

At this very moment, Zhao Wuji, strolling amidst the rolling, turbid mist, seemed like an ancient immortal descending to earth, able to pluck stars and seize the moon with a wave of his hand, and to reverse yin and yang with a turn of his palm.

The figure in the green robe strolled leisurely outside the turbid heavens, cleansing away all filth wherever he went, as if he had transformed into a purifier of the heavens, cutting off the deep-seated ailments of the universe.

Time flies, and eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, outside the Nine Heavens, seven or eight tenths of the turbid mist had dissipated.

The sky was crystal clear, with drifting clouds, as if returning to the ancient, pristine realm.

However, the sky above was utterly silent.

The dark starry sky resembled the gaping maw of a primordial beast, its deep blackness exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

The subtle rules of the Dharma-ending Age seeped in from the depths of the starry sky.

Though as faint as mist, it carries the irresistible force of heaven and earth, slowly eroding the barriers of the Nine Provinces.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the Qiankun Furnace beside him absorbing Yin and Yang energies.

His eyes gleamed as he gazed into the darkness that swallowed the light, his brow furrowed with solemnity.

As the purification of heaven and earth progresses, the oppressive force of the Dharma-ending Age becomes increasingly clear.

Especially on the other side of the starry sky, it seemed that some indescribable, terrifying being slumbered there. Even a mere wisp of its aura made his mind tremble and fill him with dread.
(End of this chapter)