Immortals of the End Times

On the surface of the desolate planet, countless black threads, seemingly solid, intertwine and entwine.

That was the ultimate condensation of the rules of the Dharma-ending Age, manifesting before my eyes, and it was trembling slightly at this moment.

The faint spiritual energy fluctuations stirred up by Zhao Wuji's clone after its arrival, caused by the Copying Technique, were like pebbles thrown into stagnant water, instantly arousing the vigilance of these black lines.

His clone immediately turned into an illusory shadow.

His entire form faded away like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror, perfectly blending into nothingness.

After confirming that he was safe and sound, Zhao Wuji finally focused his attention on his clone in the distant Nine Heavens of the Nine Provinces.

Through the interwoven barrier of laws, he saw the true face of the planet below for the first time.

But the entire star looked like amber soaked in ink, its surface covered with black, spiderweb-like patterns.

Those rules of the Dharma-ending Age wriggled like living things, sometimes contracting and sometimes expanding, as if they were swallowing and spitting something out.

Strangely, in the heart of this desolate and utterly silent region, a glimmer of hope could be faintly seen.

It's as if all the vitality of the universe has been plundered, just to maintain that one true spirit at the core.

"What terrifying pressure!"

Zhao Wuji controlled his illusory clone to slowly approach.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the overwhelming pressure of the end times.

Those black threads were no longer simple manifestations of rules, but had transformed into viscous tides, surging and churning in the void.

Each ripple carried a terrifying aura of decay, and wherever it passed, even the void seemed to tremble.

"This is the Dharma-ending Rule at the True Immortal level."

Even with Zhao Wuji's current state of mind, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the scene before him.

His clone was like a small boat in a storm, struggling to navigate through the black tide.

Each surge of rules shook his law barrier, giving him the illusion that the law barrier was as fragile as an eggshell, about to collapse at any moment, and that his clone would dissolve directly within it.

Even with Zhao Wuji's current state of mind during his tribulation-crossing stage, his primordial spirit couldn't help but tremble.

The clones are like lone boats in a stormy sea, struggling to navigate through the black tide.

Every inch forward felt like dancing on a knife's edge; the slightest misstep could lead to utter destruction.

Sudden.

The barrier of laws finally gave way, cracking open with spiderweb-like fissures.

In the distance, Zhao Wuji was deeply shaken and immediately made a hand seal to unleash all his Dao power to make up for the loss.

The principle of illusion and reality flows like golden threads, patching up the cracks inch by inch.

Just as the barrier was about to completely collapse, the clone finally broke through the last layer of black tide.

Suddenly, a vast cavern space, as expansive as the starry sky, opened up before us!
The entire space resembles a hollowed-out giant egg, with its walls covered in regular honeycomb-like holes.

At the center floats a giant black cocoon with a diameter of a thousand miles, woven from billions of end-of-days rules.

The black lines sometimes pulsated like blood vessels, and sometimes slithered like venomous snakes, each movement drawing life from all directions of the universe.

The surface of the cocoon constantly protruded with jagged edges, as if some terrifying being was writhing inside.

Through the translucent cocoon wall, the outline of a human figure can be vaguely seen.

It was none other than the sleeping True Immortal of the End of Dharma!
"right here."

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

But every time the giant black cocoon trembled, a massive amount of spiritual energy was frantically extracted.

The faint spiritual light emanating from within the cocoon flickered uncertainly in the pitch-black space, like a candle burning in the wind, yet it sustained the immortal being.

Even more horrifying is that the walls of the cave are covered with regular honeycomb-like holes.

Each hole seemed to extend into the endless starry sky, as if it were a terrifying passage sucking away the life force and spirituality of the universe from all directions.

In this absolute forbidden zone of life, only the faint glimmer of light at the center proves that the True Immortal of the End of Dharma is still asleep.

This seemingly desolate starry sky is actually a place of terrifying vitality, obtained at the cost of the annihilation of all laws.

"This immortal is incredibly strange."

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the figure that was faintly visible within the black cocoon of light, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged from the depths of his Dao heart.

The mere wisp of the rule's pressure made his clone feel as if it were about to collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind.

He was secretly alarmed, feeling that even if the true master himself came, he would probably be no match for him.

The difference between the two is no less than that between a firefly and the bright moon, or between a stream and the ocean.

With such a disparity in strength, how is he supposed to contend with it?
As he hesitated, a thought suddenly struck him, and he noticed something unusual.

But the outline of the true immortal's body within the cocoon of light appeared to be incomplete.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's expression shifted slightly.

It is utterly inconceivable that a true immortal would have an incomplete body.

You must know that once you reach the True Immortal realm, your physical body has already merged with the rules, and a drop of blood can reshape your golden body.

Even with his current Mahayana stage cultivation, he can easily regenerate severed limbs, let alone the body of a true immortal.

"unless."

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes as he thought of the broken eyeball of the Great Luo, which had been corrupted by the rules of the end of Dharma.

Unless this true immortal's foundation is damaged and their will is also severely injured!

Otherwise, such a state of physical incompleteness would never occur, just like that of the Great Luo.

Alternatively, before their will and foundation are restored, the opponent may not even bother to waste their energy repairing their physical body.

After all, for a true immortal, as long as their will and foundation are intact, reshaping their physical form is just a matter of a single thought.

Having grasped the key to it, Zhao Wuji felt a sense of relief.

It seems that this True Immortal of the End of Dharma did not escape unscathed from the earth-shattering battle with his predecessor, the Great Luo Immortal, and must have paid a heavy price.

Furthermore, the successive clashes between Feng Xian and Guangsha, the second-generation Heavenly Venerables, have severely eroded the will of this True Immortal, causing his injuries to continue to worsen and remain unhealed to this day.

This was undoubtedly fantastic news for him.

"Perhaps, it's not entirely without a chance."

Zhao Wuji concentrated and observed for a moment, taking in the environment and state of the True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

Although the trip was dangerous, it was worthwhile.

Being able to ascertain the enemy's strengths and weaknesses is a tremendous opportunity to know oneself and one's enemy.

Immediately after observing for a while, a sudden warning arose in his mind.

Although the outline of the sleeping immortal was blurry, it exuded an ominous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

He immediately used a hand seal to calm his mind, no longer lingering. His clone changed direction like a swimming fish and sped away from the cave entrance.

The clone's body was surrounded by a flow of ethereal and real Daoist energy, like a wisp of green smoke passing through layers of black tide.

However, just as it burst out of the cave and was about to break free of the planet's surface by crossing the black tide of the end-of-days rule, a sudden change occurred!

"boom!"

The entire dark tide of the end times suddenly awakened like an angry dragon, with countless threads of rules suddenly intertwining and transforming into towering waves that blotted out the sky and crashed down.

The barrier of illusory and real laws surrounding the clone immediately began to creak under the strain. Even with its rapidly shifting illusions, it could not withstand the invasion of the laws of the end of Dharma, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the barrier's light screen.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up, his hands forming hand seals like lightning, and the golden pattern of interception flashing wildly between his brows.

Vast Dao power was poured in remotely, attempting to stabilize the law barrier.

However, the end-of-days rules contained within that black tide seemed like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, frantically tearing at the illusory gaps in the laws of reality and illusion.

"laugh!!"

A black line pierced through the barrier like a venomous snake, and the clone's left arm instantly turned to ashes.

Immediately afterward, even more threads of rules surged forth, causing the clone to sway violently like a candle flickering in the wind. Veins bulged on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his powerful Mahayana-stage magic surged through his meridians like thunder, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"call!"

The barrier of the law of illusion and reality has completely collapsed.

The clones were like snowflakes falling into an inkwell, swallowed up by the dark torrent in the blink of an eye.

This avatar, which carried thirty percent of Zhao Wuji's Dao power, couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple before disappearing into the surging black tide.

Beyond the Nine Heavens, Zhao Wuji let out a muffled groan, his brows furrowing slightly. Sensing the dissipating clone in the distance, he couldn't help but shake his head, and then a strong sense of alarm rose in his heart!
The "Emerging Head" technique sent a warning like a needle prick.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately began to perform the Star Number Technique.

In the light and shadow cast by the distant stars, the dark tide of the end times surged like an angry dragon, and the fluctuations of the rules suddenly surged violently for a moment before slowly subsiding.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with golden light, and his expression changed slightly.

Within that surging black tide, there was clearly a sign of a True Immortal awakening in the end times.
Could it be that the disappearance of the clone disturbed the sleeping true immortal?

Zhao Wuji felt a slight chill, his eyes flashing like lightning as he pierced through the void, and suddenly made a hand seal to cast the Moon-Taking Technique.

"Get the moon!"

With a clear shout, the clouds parted in the sky.

The bright moon suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the true essence of the moon fell like a celestial river, condensing into a crystal-clear moon mirror in his palm.

But as the mirror surface spun, it reflected a clear image of the desolate star on the other side of the starry sky.

"Star count, reveal!"

Zhao Wuji tapped the moon mirror seven times with his fingertips, each tap creating circles of silver ripples.

The stars in the mirror instantly began to move as if they were alive, projecting the fluctuations of the Dharma-ending Age rules on the surface of distant stars with exquisite detail.

The pitch-black tide was slowly subsiding, and the regular threads, like weary birds returning to their nests, were winding back around the surface of the stars.

The sudden movement just now felt like an illusion.

"strangeness."

Zhao Wuji frowned, his knuckles tightening unconsciously, unsure whether the other party had truly noticed anything.

Despite the dangers, this trip was unavoidable.

In the future, he will inevitably have to fight this formidable enemy to the death. Now that he can get a glimpse of its strengths and weaknesses in advance, he can be considered to have a clear understanding of the gap between the two sides and be prepared.

"That's all."

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and decisively withdrew his probing divine sense, but still maintained the warning state of the Sprout Technique.

His gaze then turned to the towering remains of the Great Luo below, and his thoughts raced.

"Now that my Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques are complete, the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls are showing no reaction whatsoever."

After a moment of contemplation, his gaze settled.

Since we cannot yet fathom its mysteries, we might as well first perfect the principle of illusion and reality.

Once the Earth Soul and Heaven Soul will of the Great Luo have been completely refined, perhaps some things will naturally surface along with the memory fragments within that will.

He immediately descended like a feather, making a hand seal.

"point!"

A clear shout echoed through the void.

Hundreds of clones, some real and some illusory, appeared immediately in response.

Each clone made a hand seal, and dazzling starlight emanated from beneath their feet.

"go with!"

With a wave of his sleeve, his clones transformed into streaks of light that soared into the sky.

The profound power of the copying technique flowed beneath the clone's feet.

Each step was like shrinking the distance to an inch, disappearing into the depths of the starry sky in an instant.

These clones will, according to his will, each explore the surrounding stars and search for any remaining cultivation resources.

Although such an approach is unlikely to succeed in this star field shrouded in the end times, it is still worth a try.

After all the clones had left, Zhao Wuji's main body sat cross-legged on the chest of the Great Luo's remains, his eyes gradually closing.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Luo Earth Soul, like snow melting under the blazing sun, is being peeled away layer by layer by the laws of illusion and reality.

Those ancient, sealed-away rules and insights, like stardust falling into a lake of the heart, stirred up profound ripples.

The line between illusion and reality became increasingly blurred in his mind.

At the same time, the distant, silent star suddenly trembled slightly!
In the cavern beneath the stars, the black cocoon of light enveloping the mangled body suddenly contracted.

The mangled body within the black cocoon of light twitched slightly, and a hoarse, indistinct murmur, like the grinding of rusty iron, pierced through the void:
"Da Luo."

The voice seemed to have traversed countless ages, each syllable containing a terrifying pressure that made even the stars tremble.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the void cracked inch by inch, like a mirror!

In an instant, the dark tide of the end times on the entire surface of the star surged like boiling water, as if billions of dark dragons had awakened at the same time. The surging torrent of rules stirred up a storm, but then quickly subsided.

However, the power of the laws of the end times spread in all directions like ripples after a surge, with some of it spreading to the areas of the Nine Provinces.

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

Beyond the Nine Heavens, on this day, countless flowers of laws suddenly bloomed!
Zhao Wuji's figure, sitting cross-legged on the remains of the Great Luo, suddenly became ethereal, sometimes hazy and elusive like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water, and sometimes solid and heavy like a mountain.

Between the alternation of reality and illusion, the entire world seemed to flicker and change, as if one were situated in the gap between reality and illusion.

"Om!!"

A resounding tremor echoed throughout the universe.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and golden patterns flowed in his eyes like a reversed galaxy. Wherever his gaze fell, lotus flowers bloomed in the void.

The immense pressure of the Mahayana Quasi-Immortal swept across the eight wastelands like a tidal wave, freezing the clouds and seas of the nine heavens and causing the Heavenly Dao's single eye below to turn to the side.

"Finally, the laws have been perfected."

Zhao Wuji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his aura condensed in the void into a illusory and real phenomenon resembling yin and yang fish.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Luo Earth Soul and Will had been completely refined, transforming into a dazzling nebula surrounding his primordial spirit.

The principles of illusion and reality intertwine like golden threads, outlining a perfect Dao diagram.

however.

Such a perfect law still has a vast gap between itself and true rules.

Although the principle of illusion and reality has been perfected, it is still necessary to continue to understand many sub-principles such as truth, falsehood, disillusionment, and true knowledge in order to support the bridge of the rules of illusion and reality like a main beam.

"Fortunately, I have the illusory rule experience of my predecessor, the Great Luo, as a guide, and I also have many laws from the second-generation Immortal Sealing, Guangsha, Yujing, and other Heavenly Venerables as supplementary experience. This path will eventually be traversed."

Zhao Wuji lightly stroked his finger, and the void immediately rippled like glass.

A Dao flower, a blend of reality and illusion, blooms in the palm of the hand, with the birth and death of countless worlds faintly visible in its stamen.

However, his expression remained solemn.

The biggest obstacle now is the inability to inherit the immense power of the Great Luo's remains.

In this desolate world where spiritual energy is exhausted, even if one's laws are perfected, one's magical power is still difficult to reach its peak, let alone break through to the unattainable realm of True Immortal.

Fortunately, over the past eighteen years, his numerous clones scattered across the starry sky have spread out like a spider web, and at least two of them have sent back a glimmer of hope.

Just then, he suddenly had a thought, and his expression changed slightly as he looked at the distant starry sky.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the warning restrictions set up by the Sprout Technique resonated like a golden bell.

The nascent technique, which laid the warning eighteen years ago, is now issuing a warning.

Somewhere in the distant starry sky, a clone of himself suddenly went out like a candle flame.

That familiar, all-consuming aura was none other than the fluctuations of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age.
(End of this chapter)