Immortals of the End Times

Ten days later.

In the ninth heaven, the void trembled, and heaven and earth seemed to resonate with it.

Nourished by the vast immortal energy provided by the two treasures, Zhao Wuji's Dao foundation trembled violently, and the bottleneck of the Tribulation Transcending stage was easily pierced like thin paper.

In an instant, a radiant light burst forth from every pore of his body, like a celestial river rolling back or the rising sun, illuminating the entire Ninth Heaven.

The vast and boundless spiritual energy within his body was now boiling like molten mercury, transforming into pure immortal spiritual energy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin instantly shimmered with a lustrous, glassy sheen, his bones glowed with a jade-like luster, and even his hair seemed to exude a Daoist aura.

"break!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly shouted, shaking the heavens. The laws of illusion and reality surrounded him like clouds and mist, forming a profound Dao domain around him.

Every gesture he makes reveals the power that comes with his words.

The laws of the Dharma-ending Age, which stretched for thousands of miles, were forcibly pushed back in that instant, creating a clear vacuum of laws.

At this moment, he was like a blazing sun hanging in the ninth heaven.

Even in the world ravaged by the end of Dharma, that brilliant spiritual light was still extremely dazzling, piercing the sky and illuminating the nine heavens and sea of ​​mist as clear as jade.

"Then what is that?"

"Another sun?"

Below, on the vast land of the Nine Provinces, many Nascent Soul True Monarch cultivators suddenly felt their Dao hearts tremble.

The cultivators who were in seclusion broke out of their cultivation, and the grandmasters who were refining pills and crafting artifacts stopped their hand seals.

Everyone looked up in astonishment.

In the distant sky, deep within the sea of ​​fog, a second golden sun was faintly emerging.

The magnificent spiritual power poured down like a celestial river, and even through the clouds thousands of miles away, it still made everyone's nascent souls tremble and their Dao foundations hum.

Everyone was immediately bewildered and filled with panic.

"Who is this divine being? What divine power does this possess?"

Inside the Immortal Saint Sect, Cang Yunzi suddenly flew out of the hall, looked up at the Nine Heavens, his white beard trembling, and his old eyes widened as he calculated with his fingers.

His pupils reflected the pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, and his voice trembled: "Nearly sixty years have passed, and he has broken through again? In this world of declining Dharma, how can he maintain such a fast pace of breakthrough?"
Could it be because of that Great Immortal?

His words came to an abrupt halt, and his gaze turned to one of awe.

Within the Linlang Immortal Sect of Nanchu Prefecture, two beautiful figures soared into the sky.

"My husband has broken through!"

Nan Zhixia's skirt fluttered, her beautiful eyes reflecting the halo of the sun in the sky, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

Li Shiyu clenched her jade-like hands tightly, her black hair dancing wildly under the spiritual pressure, her chest heaving violently: "I knew it. He could definitely do it."

At this moment, in the ninth heaven, Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes.

As the golden lines in his eyes shifted, the entire sky seemed to flicker with light.

The immense pressure of the Mahayana stage swept across the eight wastelands like a tidal wave, even causing the single eye of the Heavenly Dao below to turn to the side.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged.

Zhao Wuji carefully comprehended the profound changes that followed his breakthrough.

The surging power within him at this moment reminded him of the immense power he possessed when the Celestial Venerable of Immortals possessed him in the past.

However, that power was ultimately borrowed.

But this immense power he possesses today originates from his own cultivation.

More realistic, more powerful!
With a slight thought, the laws of reality and illusion intertwined within his primordial spirit like a net.

With a single thought, one can cause the physical bodies of cultivators below the Heavenly Venerable level to become ethereal, thus erasing them directly from the world.

Even a Celestial Venerable of the same realm, if his mastery of the laws is not as profound as his, will suffer severe injuries.

"The Great Ascension Realm, Quasi-Immortal Rank! This is completely unexpected. I've broken through to this level using only the immortal spiritual energy from the two treasures provided by the two Immortal Kings. I thought I was still a bit short."

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, feeling the surging magical power and laws within his body.

I finally understand the feeling of Ziwei and Zhongtian Xianwang arguing about the sun like two children.

Now, he is the 'Great Sun' that is being debated by the two wandering immortals.

It is the Celestial Venerable realm that the two Celestial Kings dreamed of but could not attain.

He slowly raised his eyes and gazed at the desolate starry sky in the distance.

Even having reached such a level, the star where the True Immortal of the End of Dharma lurks still brings him a profound sense of oppression.

"Even though I have now broken through to the Mahayana stage, this True Immortal still feels unfathomable to me."

His expression was solemn, and his fingers were already quietly forming a magic seal.

A moment later, his eyes brightened slightly, and his brows relaxed slightly. "However, if I consolidate my cultivation before sending an avatar to investigate, there shouldn't be any major problems now."

He has now mastered the art of invisibility to an unparalleled level.

If combined with the profound mysteries of his laws of illusion and reality, even a Mahayana quasi-immortal would find it difficult to detect even the slightest trace of him.

And the severely injured True Immortal of the End of Dharma, now in a deep slumber, might not be able to discern his whereabouts.

"To be on the safe side, we should cultivate for a while first to see if we can obtain some of the power of the Great Luo's remains, such as absorbing the Heavenly Soul and receiving the blessing of the Heavenly Dao."

He sat cross-legged in the void, his gaze sweeping like lightning over the remains of the Great Luo Immortal floating outside the Nine Heavens, where the calamity had been extinguished.

This investigation is fraught with danger and unpredictable risks, so we must make thorough preparations.

As the Daoist incantations shifted between his fingers, the Great Luo Will deep within his sea of ​​consciousness melted and refined at a visible speed, like the blazing sun melting snow.

With his current advanced cultivation, the speed at which he refines the will of a Great Luo is several times faster than before.

In his mind, countless fragments of the Great Luo's sealed memories fell like stardust, rippling across the lake of his heart.

"The key to breaking the deadlock."

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes as he meticulously pieced together the complex information.

Judging from the numerous memories of Da Luo that surfaced in my mind, the key to completing Da Luo's plan and inheriting the power of Da Luo's remains likely lies in two points.

One is to break through and prove the rank of True Immortal on his own, and the other is to understand the secret of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Pearls.

However, let alone in this world of Dharma decline, even in the realm of true immortals, becoming a true immortal is extremely difficult, and every true immortal is a powerful being.

Therefore, this is fundamentally an impossible paradox. It's impossible that Da Luo would have included something so impossible in his plans.

Therefore, there is only one point that can be confirmed: the secrets of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls have been deciphered.

"Would a strategist create an impossible predicament for themselves?"

Only the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearl!
Since this object has drawn both the Great Luo Immortal and the True Immortal of the End of Dharma into a life-or-death struggle, it must contain an earth-shattering secret.

Those seventy-two silver tadpole-like characters flowing with Daoist rhyme might be the true key to heaven!

"The deeper I refine the Great Luo's will, the more profound my understanding of the laws of illusion becomes."

Golden patterns swirled in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Luo Will poured forth like a galaxy.

Countless profound insights into the illusory rules flooded his mind, allowing him to comprehend the laws at an astonishing speed, as if he were standing on the shoulders of giants to see the sky.

"The Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques and the comprehension of laws can be pursued simultaneously."

He raised his head and looked into the depths of the starry sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless sea of ​​stars. "As for that True Immortal of the End of Dharma, there is no need to rush. First of all, the Ascension Technique must also break through to an unprecedented Dao Realm before he can traverse the starry sky in a short time."

As he was deep in thought, a familiar ripple swept through his mind.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense stirred, and he immediately knew that Hua Qingshuang and several other Daoist companions were calling his 'name' in the Nine Provinces, eagerly awaiting his return.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt a slight unease in his mind. Even though his cultivation had broken through, the seven emotions and six desires amplified by the six ancestral demons had not subsided much and could still affect him.

"For now, I need to cultivate my character and restrain my desires, but I must not indulge them. I should remain quiet and meditate. I'll send my clone to meet with the ladies and convey their message."

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred, and he chuckled lightly, flicking his sleeve to pluck a strand of hair and blow it away.

His own hair instantly transformed into clones in the wind, their lively features identical to his original self, and were also formed from his cells, will, and mind.

"Go."

The clone nodded slightly, carrying a portion of his mind as it transformed into a stream of light and fell to the mortal realm.

Now is the crucial time for enlightenment.

The Law of Illusion and Reality and the Twenty-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques both require complete concentration, and he could only use this method to slightly soothe the longing between his Daoist companion and his lover.

Finish these.

His true form then gracefully landed on the mountain-like arms of the Great Luo remnant.

His palm pressed against the rough, black rock-like skin, and the golden patterns on his skin spread like vines.

"Refining!"

With a soft shout, the Great Luo Will within his sea of ​​consciousness melted snow like the blazing sun.

A wealth of ancient insights into the rules of illusion flooded into his primordial spirit like a celestial river pouring back.
The Great Way is formless, and emptiness and reality arise from each other.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged in the void, his sea of ​​consciousness swirling like starry clouds.

Strands of illusory laws flowed gently through my heart like a clear stream under the moon.

Time passes slowly.

I don't know how much time has passed since I had this realization.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze reflecting the birth and death of all things.

Clouds gather and disperse, they are but illusions, yet they can condense into rain and dew to nourish all living things.

The shadows of mountains and the shimmering light of water are illusions, yet they can reflect the vast universe and form their own world.

Between illusions
"I see."

He raised his hand and touched the drifting clouds with his fingers. The cloud wisps suddenly condensed into crystal dewdrops, and then dispersed into ethereal mist.

Between the interplay of reality and illusion, it seemed as if mayflies were born, with four wings on their backs, fluttering and dancing in the halo of light.

His divine sense leaped out, as if transforming into a golden crow, and flew down to the heavens and earth below.

The mountains below flickered with his thoughts, sometimes appearing solid and heavy like iron strokes and silver hooks, and sometimes hazy and illusory like ink paintings.

The stars and moon reflected in the stream suddenly leap out of the water and transform into solid pearls hanging on the branches.

The birds that flew through the forest suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few feathers fluttering in the gap between reality and illusion.

"Illusion is not falsehood, reality is not truth; see a mountain as a mountain, see a mountain as not a mountain."

Zhao Wuji's divine sense transformed into a hand, picking up a nearly withered leaf, and suddenly a glassy luster appeared between the veins of the leaf.

Leaves fall and return to their roots, their final resting place, yet upon touching the soil, they transform into fireflies and scatter in all directions.

In the cycle of life and death, reality and illusion have quietly shifted.

Just like the mayfly, which lives only a day and dies at dusk.

When wings flutter, life begins; when dew falls, death ends.

The process between flapping wings and falling to the dew is the illusory truth that runs through the entire story.

He suddenly pointed his fingers toward the sky, and the clouds in the heavens were torn apart as if by gauze.

What cascaded down from the rift was not the light of heaven, but countless interwoven threads of law, like a dazzling waterfall of stars.

Each one seems to carry the reflection of the vast world, with the joys and sorrows of countless living beings flickering within it, as if the entire land of China is contained in the morning dew, swaying gracefully in the ripples of the laws.

"A reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water is ultimately an illusion."

"A fleeting glimpse in the mirror, yet it is the truth."

As the Daoist chant echoed, it caused ripples to spread across the reflections of mountains and rivers in the dew.

The golden pattern between Zhao Wuji's eyebrows had transformed into a semi-illusory Dao seal.

Sometimes it flows like gold paint, sometimes it appears hazy like a halo.

Like the sound of an ancient temple bell in the morning mist, when you hear it clearly, it has already dissipated with the wind; when you think it is a hallucination, it echoes in your heart.

Having thus grasped the true meaning of the laws of illusion, his understanding of the laws slowly but steadily progressed towards perfection.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, or perhaps a butterfly dreamt it was Zhuang Zhou?"

Zhao Wuji then imitated Zhuangzi, transforming into a butterfly in a dream, fluttering its wings between heaven and earth, existing between illusion and reality.

When they flap their wings, the spiritual light they create can influence some of the spiritual changes within the Nine Provinces.

As the ruler of the Nine Provinces, his will and actions can now influence the very fabric of this world, just like those of a Great Luo Immortal.
(End of this chapter)