Immortals of the End Times

Sensing the demise of one of his clones, Zhao Wuji's vast divine sense surged forth like a raging tide, instantly traversing the endless sea of ​​stars.

Soon, they could detect a ripple of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age spreading out in the distance, seemingly slow but actually spreading rapidly.

The ripples, though seemingly as faint as mist, actually covered an extremely vast area, like a giant net that blotted out the sky.

Wherever it passed, the starry sky became increasingly desolate, even the slightest spark of life was completely erased, turning it into an absolute, spiritless wasteland.

The faint, flickering starlight became even more blurred, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Even more terrifying is that this fluctuation is exactly the same as the aura of his clone that was annihilated in the black tide back then.

It was as if a wisp of the power of rules had been peeled off from that planet of the end of Dharma!
"Such a massive fluctuation of the laws of the Dharma-ending Age?!"

Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, and his divine sense continued to extend like tentacles, locking onto the spreading ripples.

"Fuck!"

The moment his divine sense touched the edge of the ripple, it was as if it were being scorched by a raging fire, and was instantly eroded away.

Zhao Wuji abruptly withdrew his divine sense, his eyes flashing, having already seen through the true nature of the ripple.

His previous clone, formed from the law of illusion and reality, was extinguished like a candle flame by this ripple.

Although this clone was only formed from a wisp of his illusory laws, it still contained the power of the Tribulation Transcending stage, and was surrounded by a law barrier.

Even if ordinary cultivators joined forces, they would find it difficult to shake his clone in the slightest, yet it was completely annihilated by the ripples of the End of Dharma rules.

"It came from the direction of the End-of-Day Star."

Zhao Wuji's gaze was deep and thoughtful.

He has called that desolate star where the sleeping immortals reside the Star of the End of Dharma.

Judging from the distance between this star and the Nine Provinces, the ripples of the end-of-days rule have probably spread for quite some time.

He used astrological calculations to perform divination.

The ripples will be noticed in no more than a decade or so before they reach the Nine Provinces.

At that time, the erosion of the Nine Provinces by the laws of the Dharma-ending Age will become even more severe, with unimaginable consequences.
"It's troublesome."

Zhao Wuji stared solemnly at the slowly advancing waves of the end of Dharma in the distance.

With his current Mahayana stage cultivation, he is naturally not afraid of the erosion of this Dharma-ending rule.

However, if this ripple sweeps across the entire land of Kyushu...

All the myriad spiritual veins will inevitably be like a flickering candle in the wind, at best their grade will drop, and at worst they will completely collapse.

What's even more troublesome is...

The mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces are now connected to his Dao Foundation, becoming a part of it, with every blade of grass and every tree extending like a meridian.

If the Nine Provinces and the world are damaged, his foundation will be damaged along with it, and he will inevitably suffer a backlash.

"How could this ripple of the Dharma-ending Age rules have arrived so suddenly?"

He suddenly recalled the scene of his clone being annihilated within the black tide, and the Dao seal between his brows flickered.

Could it be that the sleeping True Immortal of the End of Dharma has already sensed it?
Is this a test?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

The most urgent task at hand is to deal with this imminent calamity.

Even though his laws of illusion and reality are now perfect, they are still not yet established rules.

It is still beyond our power to completely abstract and encompass this vast land of nine provinces.

"It seems that we have no choice but to take this on as the only option now."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the fierce winds around him, gazing at the distant ripples that seemed to annihilate all laws, feeling a sense of urgency in his heart.

Then he lowered his head and looked down at the remains of a true immortal that stretched across the heavens and earth.

His gaze swept over that cold and ruthless single eye of the Heavenly Dao, as if lost in thought.

"It seems that the only way is to first refine the Heavenly Soul, control the Heavenly Dao Eye, and further improve my cultivation!"

Although he is now unable to directly inherit the vast and unfathomable power of the true immortal within the remains.

However, with the Earth Soul Will that has now been refined, coupled with his own Human Soul Will, he may be able to attempt to trigger the Heaven Soul Resonance.

He had tried this method before.

In the past, with only a few fragments of the Great Luo's will, he was able to mobilize the power of the Heavenly Dao's One Eye and invite divine punishment, not to mention that his predecessor, Zhao Zheng, had left behind many revelations.

"If the three souls were to unite and the six spirits were to come together, perhaps that would be a way out."

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

With the fusion of the three souls of Heaven, Earth, and Man, and supplemented by the six ancestral demon origins that have already been refined, according to his guess, this might be another possibility for completing the Great Luo Plan.

After all, no Celestial Venerable of any generation has ever traversed this path.

Even though he had experienced the merging of three souls, he had never gathered all six spirits together to merge.

"After refining the Earth Soul, my divine sense power has reached the pinnacle of the Heavenly Venerable realm."

Zhao Wuji felt the surging, boundless soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness, like the bright moon in the sky.

However, due to the constraints of the Dharma-ending Age and the lack of resources, his magical power has always been unable to reach perfection.

But if one could further refine the Heavenly Soul Will...
"Perhaps I can break through the Heavenly Venerable boundary at the level of divine consciousness and transform into the will of rules."

Thinking of this, a burning light flashed in his eyes. He then withdrew his divine sense from peering into the starry sky, and his figure drifted down like a feather.

Approaching the remains of the Great Luo, the Heavenly Dao's single eye, as majestic as an ancient glacier.

But this single eye, resembling the eye of the heavens, was as clear as ancient ice, its surface rippling with heart-stopping patterns of laws.

Countless illusory images of the rise and fall of dynasties and the joys and sorrows of all living beings flicker and fade within it, radiating the supreme and unparalleled pressure of the Heavenly Dao.

His divine sense, like fine threads, slowly probed into the depths of his single eye, touching the abyss-like and boundless will of the Heavenly Soul, and began to slowly refine it.

At the same time, he divided his mind into two parts. Two divine thoughts, connected by an unseen thread, instantly traversed the endless sea of ​​stars and descended upon the locations of his two clones in the distant starry sky.

These two clones, which were sent out eighteen years ago, have finally made some progress in the vast sea of ​​stars after more than ten years of exploration.

One of them is a mineral planet containing strange energy.

Another area is a mysterious and unpredictable meteorite belt.

Zhao Wuji's mind sank into the first clone.

Through the clone's perspective, one could see that the surface of the gray-brown planet was covered with crystal clusters, each ore shimmering with a ghostly blue light, containing some kind of peculiar energy.

These energies, though not spiritual energy, are as precious as fireflies in the desolate starry sky.

His mind instantly shifted to the location of his second clone.

Countless meteorites floated in the air like shattered jade, forming a strange star belt stretching for thousands of miles.

Each meteorite contains energy veins flowing like molten mercury, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

"A casual arrangement eighteen years ago has now yielded this unexpected delight."

Observing from the perspectives of his two clones, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but smile slightly.

Although these strange minerals from the starry sky do not contain spiritual energy, with his current perfect cultivation of the laws of illusion and reality, combined with the Alchemy technique to change their essence, and then with the techniques of alchemy and metallurgy to harmonize them, along with the wonderful method of boiling stones, he may be able to refine them into usable spiritual sources using the Qiankun Furnace.

If it can be done.

Perhaps this vast starry sky holds an inexhaustible treasure trove of new cultivation methods.

Even if they cannot inherit the magical power of the Great Luo's remains for the time being, they will not stop progressing; they will just be slower.

"Move all these supplies back."

Zhao Wuji's mind raced.

The two clones simultaneously began to form hand seals.

"A potted heaven that holds the void!"

"Shifting scenery and changing shape!"

A clone formed a sword with its fingers, and spiderweb-like Dao patterns instantly cracked open in the void.

The entrance to the Heavenly Realm of the Pot unfolds like a scroll painting, with a sea of ​​clouds surging inside.

Another clone waved its sleeves, causing the spiritual energy of the Shifting Scenery Technique to surge like a tide, causing the mountains within a thousand miles to tremble simultaneously.

Instantly, the spiritual patterns of the Heavenly Pot Technique and the Shifting Scene Technique intertwined in the void like a net.

"Boom!"

The majestic mineral veins awakened like a giant dragon, causing countless cracks to appear on the earth's surface.

Those strange minerals, glowing with a deep blue light, broke free from the constraints of the rock layers and, under the guidance of the Shifting Scenery Technique, transformed into a dazzling galaxy.

Each piece of ore was enveloped in viscous stellar energy, leaving a comet-tail-like trail of light in the void.

"receive!"

The clones roared simultaneously, and a whale-like suction force suddenly emanated from the Sky Realm of the Pot.

The suspended torrent of ore suddenly twisted and spun, as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, condensing into a crystal vortex with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

Amidst the roar of the collapsing mountain, the entire mine vein was uprooted, shrunken to the size of a mustard seed, and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The meteorite belt on the other side also underwent changes at the same time.

The second clone pointed its sword in the direction the shattered meteorites, flowing with mercury slurry energy, broke free from their orbits and traced countless firefly trails in the void, like rivers flowing into the sea and converging at the entrance to the Heavenly Pot.

Wherever it passed, the starlight was distorted into a spiraling rainbow.

"Not bad!"

Beyond the Nine Heavens, Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his sleeves fluttering, and the Heavenly Realm of the Pot unfolded like a painting.

A large amount of strange minerals shimmering with a ghostly blue fluorescence poured out from the Pot Heaven space, drawing strange streaks of light in the void.

“Midas turns gold into gold!”

"Yellowish-white substance!"

His eyes flashed, and he unleashed the Alchemy Technique in conjunction with the Alchemy Technique.

Like mist and haze enveloping the ore.

The surface of the ore gleams with a metallic sheen, but the energy within is like a trapped beast struggling, with less than one-tenth of its conversion efficiency remaining.

Ultimately, it is a thing of the Dharma-ending Age.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes suddenly brightening with golden patterns, and with a flick of his sleeves, he threw all the ore into the Qiankun Furnace.

The Chaos True Fire roared and rose within the furnace.

He made a hand seal to boil the stone, and a dim yellow flame flickered on the furnace wall, while the ore made a piercing popping sound in the flames.

This alchemy method is quite similar to the legendary story of Laozi refining celestial iron into elixirs.

In the past, when the ancient Celestial Court was at its peak, some Dao-aligned cultivators followed this example. Even several Celestial Venerables once seized the starry sky as provisions for the end times.

"I hope to gain something. With my unparalleled ball-making skills combined with my stone-boiling technique, I should be able to refine some good things."

Amidst the roaring fire, Zhao Wuji's divine consciousness, like a dragon returning to the sea, once again entered the Heavenly Dao's Single Eye.

The Heavenly Soul's will was as deep and unfathomable as a prison, rippling subtly under the influence of the laws of illusion and reality.

Meanwhile, the two clones in the distance continued their tireless work, like worker ants, moving mountains and filling seas in the desolate starry sky.

A large amount of energy ore surged like a celestial river flowing backward, continuously pouring into the realm of the pot sky.

The ripples of the laws of the end times continued to spread across the starry sky like a devastating tidal wave, relentlessly approaching the direction of the Nine Provinces.
(End of this chapter)