Immortals of the End Times

When Zhao Wuji transformed into a butterfly and fluttered between the nine provinces, he could feel more clearly his connection with this world, as if they were connected by blood.

Every wisp of breeze that sweeps across the mountains and rivers, every spiritual vein that meanders underground, seems to be an extension of his meridians.

However, the power of the laws of the end times, which were invading from all directions, was like a malignant tumor, constantly eroding this world.

Each impact from those pitch-black threads of rules made him, the Lord of the Nine Provinces, feel as if he had thorns in his back. His illusory butterfly wings trembled slightly under the erosion of the rules, and the Daoist principles within his body also fluctuated accordingly.

By now, the spiritual energy transformed from the turbid mist refined within the Qiankun Furnace has been exhausted, and even the accumulated Dao Crystals have all been refined.

It can be said that the resources have been completely exhausted.

Under the heavy pressure of the rules of the Dharma-ending Age, even though he had already reached the Mahayana realm, his cultivation speed inevitably slowed down to a snail's pace due to the scarcity of resources.

"If this continues, I'm afraid even if I go through several more cycles of the Dharma-ending Age, I will still find it difficult to improve my cultivation."

As the butterfly fluttered its wings, Zhao Wuji's Dao heart rippled.

He could almost clearly foresee that at that time he would probably only be able to barely maintain his cultivation level, and only his understanding of the laws could slowly improve.

If things continue like this, let alone surpassing the second-generation Heavenly Venerable Fengxian Guangsha, it's likely that even catching up with the level of his predecessor, Zhao Zheng, at that time will become a pipe dream.

As the butterfly's wings fluttered and pierced the void, Zhao Wuji's will grew even stronger: "It seems that the only way forward now is to complete the Great Luo's plan and inherit its great power."

Upon thinking of this, the butterfly in the dream suddenly flapped its wings and flew high.

The mysterious Dao patterns of the Wind Control Technique flowed between the butterfly's wings, instantly piercing through the nine layers of clouds.

When the butterfly shadow reappeared, it had transformed into Zhao Wuji's true form, standing in mid-air in a green robe.

"point!"

He made a hand seal with his fingers together, and twenty-one clones suddenly appeared in response.

Each figure alternated between reality and illusion, their bodies shrouded in a misty, ethereal aura of the laws of nature, awaiting the decree of the true master.

"Start practicing!"

Zhao Wuji shouted.

The twenty-one clones immediately dispersed and began to cultivate different Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques outside the Nine Heavens.

Some clones can use hand gestures to create a spraying and transforming technique, and their mouths can utter the true forms of all things.

Some can also use their sleeves to conceal the light of the sky and perform the supernatural power of concealing the sun.

Furthermore, its clones form the Nightmare Prayer Seal, stirring up the inner demons of all living beings.

Each of these clones carries a wisp of his divine will, focusing on comprehending the profound mysteries of a specific Earthly Fiend Technique.

Zhao Wuji himself sat cross-legged in the void, the golden lines between his brows flickering.

With each hand gesture, the golden trigrams of the Sprout Technique flowed through his fingertips, constantly deducing the ominous signs of the terrifying shadow on the other side of the starry sky.

His vast divine consciousness, cultivated during the Mahayana stage, began to spread like a spider web, capturing all the profound insights gained by each of his clones.

This is precisely the wonderful method of cultivation he has practiced diligently for over forty years.

He used his unparalleled ability to create clones to split souls and transform thoughts.

Each clone is as focused and dedicated as an independent individual.

When the many clones return to the original body.

His myriad insights would flow like rivers into the sea, helping him elevate most of the Earthly Fiend Techniques to an unprecedented level of mastery.

However, common earthly evil techniques such as spitting flames and entering water are still relatively easy to master and reach the Dao realm.

Mysterious techniques such as "Covering the Sun" and "Budding" that touch upon higher and more profound mysteries are still not perfected.

At this moment, he was divided in two, with seven-tenths focused on Meng's deduction.

The third part of his mind followed the clone that flew towards the Nine Provinces, accompanying Hua Qingshuang and several other Daoist companions, and telling them about their cultivation in the outer heavens.

"Wuji, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

In the Daojun Hall of the Hua Clan in Beiyun Dizhou, Hua Qingshuang lightly placed her slender jade fingers on the wrist of Zhao Wuji's clone, her clear and cold voice like a spring rinsing jade, "Since you say that you can survive a thousand years and also overcome the calamity of the end times, there is no need to rush."

"it is good."

Zhao Wuji smiled and nodded, touching the peak master's small hand, and said, "Peak master, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Just then, the sound of tinkling jade pendants came from outside the palace.

But then Yan Lan, dressed in a fiery red silk dress, entered first, carrying a glass fruit plate in her jade-like hands.

Behind her, Nan Zhixia, Li Shiyu, Xiao Yue, and other women arrived together, their skirts fluttering and a subtle fragrance wafting through the air.

"You brat, you heartless bastard!"

Yan Lan placed the fruit plate on the table, and with a slight twist of her slender waist, she stood with her hands on her hips in front of Zhao Wuji's clone, her red lips slightly pursed: "You promised to come and accompany us after breaking through the realm, but you only sent a single strand of hair to handle the mission."
"You won't touch a single hair on our heads tonight! We don't like playing with strands of hair, they're too thin!"

"This"

These words were like a spark falling into a pot of oil. Zhao Wuji suddenly felt his emotions, amplified by the six ancestral demons, begin to surge, and his mind began to wander.

He shook his head and smiled, his fingertips brushing against Yan Lan's flowing black hair as he said, "This clone also carries my mind and will, and it's a transformation of my hair. How is it different from the original? It's practically an extension of my body."

"Pooh!"

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes flashed with reproach as she lightly tapped his brow with her slender finger. "Don't say you're a quasi-immortal of the Great Ascension stage. Even if you were a true immortal descended from the Nine Heavens, you wouldn't be able to toy with us just by picking a hair from your head!"

At this point, her ears suddenly flushed red, and the word "play" lingered on her lips for a moment before finally turning into a soft hum.

Upon hearing this, both Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu blushed, and even the usually aloof Hua Qingshuang coughed lightly, her eyes rippling with emotion.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, and with a flick of his sleeves, he pulled the women into his arms: "Very well, once my true self has deciphered the last few of the Earthly Fiend Mysteries, I will personally come to accompany you ladies."

"My lord, why don't you try the spirit fruit first?"

The young apprentice, Xiaoyue, blushed and stood up. She picked up the jade plate on the table and moved gracefully over. With her slender fingers, she picked up a red-tinged fruit and offered it to Zhao Wuji's lips.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were fixed on him, and the joy in them seemed about to overflow.

To her, even if what she saw was just a clone formed from a single strand of an adult's hair, she would treasure it as if it were a priceless gem.

After all, the decades of longing and torment she had endured over the past years had transformed into a gentle smile upon seeing Zhao Wuji.

The women inside the hall were either Nascent Soul cultivators or Divine Transformation Dao Lords, each possessing exceptional talent and long lifespans.

She was the only one with a cultivation level of only mid-stage Golden Core, and her four hundred years of lifespan would pass in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, each time I was separated from my elders for decades, it felt as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out of my heart.

Seeing that the master's cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds every day, she is increasingly worried that one day in the future, she will grow old and never see him again.

A crisp 'click' sounded.

Zhao Wuji bit into the spirit fruit, and the sweet juice burst between his lips and teeth.

His gaze swept over Xiaoyue's pretty face, which had lost its childishness and become more mature, and he took in all the sorrow that could not be hidden between her brows.

He understood what the young woman was thinking.

He chuckled softly, his warm palm covering the girl's slightly cool, soft hand.

"Xiao Yue, let alone the end of the Dharma era, even if the world were to collapse, the resources of the Hua Clan and the Linlang Immortal Sect would never be lacking for you."

You must cultivate diligently until you reach the perfection of the Golden Core stage.

He gently pressed his finger on her wrist, comforting her, "My true form will be here in person to help you break through your core and form a Nascent Soul, thus entering the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Really?"

Xiao Yue's bright eyes suddenly lit up like stars falling into a pool, and her black hair fluttered as she nodded repeatedly. While achieving the Nascent Soul stage was certainly gratifying, what thrilled her even more was the extra thousand years she could gain.

With a longer lifespan, she would be able to accompany the adult before her and witness the peach blossoms bloom and fade many more times.

"That girl, Xiaoyue, I thought she might never reach the Golden Core stage in her lifetime, but now, we can even see her approaching the Nascent Soul stage."

High above, Zhao Wuji withdrew his divine sense that had been overlooking the entire land, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

He then looked at the distant starry sky, cleared his mind of distractions, and continued to ponder the mystery of the nascent soul.

Time flies, and more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the sea of ​​mist beyond the Nine Heavens, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a slight stirring in his mind, his eyes snapped open like lightning, and the golden patterns in his eyes abruptly ended his state of comprehension.

His gaze swept over the two remaining clones not far away, a hint of relief in his eyes.

"It's finally come to a perfect end."

He has endured decades of arduous training.

The Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques have finally reached a perfect and unprecedented state of perfection.

"receive!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, and a clear shout rang out like the sound of gold and jade.

The two clones immediately stood up, transformed into streams of light, and disappeared into the main body.

Instantly, a vast amount of magical insights flowed into his mind like rivers flowing into the sea, creating towering waves.

But deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls suddenly shone brightly, and seventy-two silver tadpole-shaped characters lit up with dazzling aurora, as if the stars in the sky were lit up at the same time.

"It's done."

Zhao Wuji suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his divine senses enveloping the precious pearl like a net.

However, after careful observation for a long time, the expected earth-shattering change did not occur.

The eighteen precious pearls merely shimmered with light, without any other movement.

"Strange, could it be that my guess was wrong?"

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up. As his Taoist robe billowed, it transformed into a streak of azure light, sweeping towards the towering remains of a true immortal below.

Its towering body, as majestic as a mountain, stretches across the void. Its skin, like cast bronze, is covered with the erosion of time, and every line seems to contain the broken laws of heaven and earth.

He flew down in front of the towering chest, and sent out a strand of his divine sense as thin as a thread.

The moment it touched Da Luo's rough skin, it vanished like a mud ox entering the sea.

This colossal body remained silent as death, like a god frozen in time, its surging power as deep and unfathomable as a prison, yet it never gave him the slightest response.

"It seems that even with the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques perfected, it still failed to gain the recognition of the remains. Where did things go wrong?"

Zhao Wuji stared at the towering remains of a true immortal, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Dao Seal flowed between his brows, reflecting the invisible repulsive force on the surface of the remains.

This barrier means that he still cannot inherit the supreme power of this immortal's remains.

At present, the spiritual energy refined in the Qiankun Furnace has been exhausted, and even the immortal spiritual energy left behind by the two immortal kings has been completely consumed.

In this degenerate age, cultivation resources are nearly exhausted. Without the support of the power of the Great Luo's remains, his cultivation has hardly made any progress.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong? The Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls aren't the key?"

He summoned the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Pearls from his sea of ​​consciousness.

He gently stroked the eighteen precious pearls hanging in front of him.

Seventy-two silver tadpole civilizations perished and were reborn.

This treasure, passed down through four generations, seems to still hold untold secrets.

But he couldn't figure it out for the time being.

After more than two decades of arduous practice, his understanding of the law of illusion and reality has reached a state of perfection, just one step away from perfection.

He also refined most of Da Luo's earth soul and will, and those long-sealed insights into the rules flowed in his heart like countless stars.

"What exactly is missing?"

He made a divination gesture with his fingers, then suddenly his expression changed slightly as he looked at the distant starry sky.

The dark tide of the end times, descending from the depths of the starry sky, surged ever more fiercely.

Meanwhile, the laws of the end times in Da Luo's damaged pupils were like a poisonous dragon awakening, stubbornly and frantically eroding the clear light of the Heavenly Dao's unique eye, colliding with the illusory laws erupting within Da Luo's body.

The collision of two supreme rules stirred ripples in my eyes.

these years.

The erosion of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age is becoming increasingly fierce, like a tidal wave, growing stronger with each passing year.

Over the years, Zhao Wuji has been constantly divining, and has vaguely used astrology to predict some ominous signs.

Some of the hexagrams show this.

The True Immortal of the End of Dharma within that desolate star deep in the starry sky seems to be showing signs of awakening!

This change seems to have begun after he cleared away the turbid mist of the Heavenly Calamity.

Now, as time goes by, various divination signs further indicate that the terrifying being, like the Great Luo, has long had a plan, and the time left for him is running out.

"Although plans can't keep up with changes, let's stick to the plan and send a clone to investigate first."

Zhao Wuji's mind raced, and he immediately drew his fingers like a sword across the ends of his hair.

A strand of black hair drifted into his palm, and under the influence of the laws of illusion and reality, it took shape in the wind, instantly condensing into an avatar identical to his true self.

"hidden!"

With a soft shout, ripples spread across his clone's body.

The invisibility technique, combined with the Daoist principles of illusion and reality, caused the clone to fade away as hazily as a flower in a mirror or the moon in water.

The figure was sometimes solid, like a jade tree standing tall in the wind; at other times, it was ethereal, like a thin mist veiling the face.

Even if a Mahayana cultivator scanned the area with their divine sense, they would only find that there was nothing in front of them, as if a piece of that space had been forcibly removed.

"disease!"

His clone manipulated a copying technique that had reached an unprecedented level, and brilliant Dao patterns lit up beneath his feet.

The patterns resembled an inverted galaxy, each line containing the secret of shrinking the distance to an inch.

With one step, the void beneath the clone's feet cracked like glass, and as starlight swirled, what was once a short distance became an insurmountable distance.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, it transformed into an almost imperceptible stream of light, hurtling towards that strange star deep within the starry sky.

"I wonder what state this True Immortal, who has been asleep for many years like the Great Luo Immortal, is in now."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. His eyes flashed like lightning, piercing through the endless sea of ​​stars, following the streak of light that was both real and illusory.

The wind whipped his robes, and a look of solemnity and anticipation settled between his brows.

Almost as soon as his clone disappeared into the starry sky and arrived near the other side of the star in the blink of an eye.

A barely perceptible fluctuation suddenly emanated from the depths of the starry sky.

On the surface of that desolate star, black threads seemed to wriggle slightly, like the trembling eyelashes of a sleeping giant about to awaken.
(End of this chapter)