Immortals of the End Times

"True Immortal of the End Times!"

The moment the crimson vertical pupils of the giant hand formed from the rules of the Dharma-ending Age opened.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt a powerful, overwhelming force of a true immortal's will crashing down upon him.

The void in all directions collapsed inch by inch, and the rules of the Dharma-ending Age surged forth from his divine consciousness like billions of black venomous snakes.

His expression changed drastically. The will of his Heavenly Soul within his sea of ​​consciousness erupted like a blazing sun, and his half-immortal-level divine sense transformed into a golden torrent to meet the attack. However, at the moment of contact...

"Click!!"

His will was like thin ice hitting an iron wall, instantly cracking open with spiderweb-like fissures!
"cough!"

Zhao Wuji bled from all seven orifices, staggered backward, and his eyes flashed with intense golden light.

This fatal blow from the True Immortal of the End of Dharma, delivered across vast distances of time and space, was exactly the same as the killing move that severely injured Zhao Zheng back then.

"Exorcise the spirits! The cycle of illusion and reality!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, his hands forming hand seals like lightning. In an instant, the exorcism technique transformed into thousands of golden chains, like whips of divine punishment, binding the pitch-black giant hand.

Each link of the chain is engraved with ancient Taoist patterns, radiating dazzling divine light.

At the same time, the laws of illusion and reality erupted!
The void around him distorted like a mirror, with countless interwoven threads of reality and illusion dancing wildly in the heavens and earth, transforming into a net that blotted out the sky, attempting to drag this will and rules that attacked from afar into "illusion."

"Xu!"

Zhao Wuji roared furiously, his hair flying wildly, and the power of the laws surged like a reversed celestial river, frantically eroding the giant hand.

The enormous shadow that stretched across the void began to flicker and shimmer, as if it were about to vanish into a reflection in the water.

however.

"Tsk!"

A deafening roar, like tearing silk, shook the starry sky!
The rules of the Dharma-ending Age are like a black tide that corrodes all things, and the barrier formed by the laws of illusion and reality is easily torn apart like thin paper.

"Uh!"

Zhao Wuji groaned, golden blood spurting from all seven orifices at the same time. His sea of ​​consciousness felt as if it had been torn apart by a thousand cuts, and his mind was instantly torn apart by a thousand cuts, excruciating pain!
"Xu!"

Without hesitation, he completely etherealized his body and spirit.

Even so, three-tenths of the true injury still penetrated the laws and struck the soul directly, with the rules of the end of Dharma surging upwards along with the divine consciousness.

"Pfft!" His expression changed drastically, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his aura plummeting.

At the same time, the giant hand's crimson vertical pupils seemed to dim due to the exhaustion of power, and countless black threads began to collapse, but the will within those pupils was still gathering like a maggot clinging to a bone.

"Disintegrate! Relieve the calamity!"

Zhao Wuji bled from all seven orifices, enduring the excruciating pain, and two beams of mysterious light burst forth from his fingertips.

The Disintegration Technique instantly became as sharp as a guillotine, precisely cutting into the rules and patterns of the giant palm.

The jet-black palm prints broke apart inch by inch under the cutting of the golden light, as if they were being precisely dissected by a master butcher.

The Dispelling Technique is like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, with countless mysterious runes emerging from the shimmering white light.

Wherever it passes, the laws of the Dharma-ending Age melt away like spring snow.

The two techniques complemented each other, forming a magnificent Taoist diagram in mid-air with gold and white intertwined.

"Boom!!"

The giant hand emitted a deafening cracking sound, and countless black threads of rules writhed wildly like dying venomous snakes.

It eventually exploded into a sky full of black crystal fragments, like a reversed blizzard.

"receive!"

Zhao Wuji immediately rolled up his sleeve.

The Qiankun Furnace roared out, its nine dragon patterns lighting up simultaneously. The yin and yang energies at the furnace's opening swirled, unleashing a devastating power. The scattered rules of the end times, before they could dissipate, were all pulled into the furnace.

The Chaos True Fire ignited instantly, and the sound of refining came from inside the furnace. Amidst the swirling mist, one could vaguely see some threads of the laws of the end times twisting and annihilating in the True Fire.

"call……"

Zhao Wuji staggered backward in the starry sky, wiped the blood from his lips, and stared intently at the spot where the giant hand had disappeared.

It was just a single, remote strike from a True Immortal of the End of Dharma that nearly shattered his half-immortal will!

As he looked up, he gazed at the degenerate stars deep in the starry sky, his expression extremely solemn.

"This is... the power of a True Immortal..."

His expression was one of extreme apprehension.

His understanding of the interplay between reality and illusion had reached perfection, yet he was still suppressed by the opponent's rules.

If the battlefield were on that planet of the End of Dharma, taking this blow head-on would be enough to kill him and annihilate him!

And what's even scarier is.

That true immortal seems to still be asleep!
The crimson vertical pupils just now were merely a wisp of the opponent's consciousness retaliating when it awoke decades ago after being disturbed... or rather...
It's a test.

Right now, Zhao Wuji has vaguely sensed that the ripples of the End of Dharma rules sweeping across the starry sky may be a killing move casually launched by the True Immortal of the End of Dharma.

It was both a test and an act of annihilation!

Although they haven't succeeded in completely eliminating him, the other side will likely have figured out his true strength and weaknesses.

"Trouble"

His body gradually solidified from its ethereal state, and strands of golden blood suddenly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The Heavenly Soul Will within the Sea of ​​Consciousness trembled violently, nearly tearing itself away from the Three Souls and Six Spirits, causing even the Dao Aura around the body to become momentarily disordered.

"medicine!"

He immediately began to perform a medical incantation, and emerald green Dao patterns burst forth from his fingertips.

As the spiritual light flowed, the torn wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But when he looked inward with his divine sense, his heart suddenly sank.

But deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, he saw that the rules of the Dharma-ending Age were like a bone-deep infection, eroding his soul!

This situation is exactly the same as the method used by the True Immortal of the End of Dharma to severely injure the Great Luo Immortal back then.

Even now, within Da Luo's damaged eye socket, a large amount of the rules of the end times still accumulate, like a poisonous sore that is difficult to remove.

"drive!"

As Zhao Wuji made a hand seal, golden light surged in his eyes. His half-immortal will, empowered by his Heavenly Soul, melted away the invading rules of the end times like the blazing sun melting snow.

About half an incense stick later, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Fortunately, the will of the end times that the True Immortal of the End Times had invaded was not much. With his cultivation level, he should be able to recover in a month or so.

But this confrontation made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.
The test by the True Immortal of the End of Dharma has been completed. Although the other party failed to completely kill him, he has figured out his strengths and weaknesses.

"Will this old ghost continue to attack? Or even awaken completely?"

Zhao Wuji's expression turned solemn, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

After the True Immortal of the End of Dharma severely injured his predecessor Zhao Zheng, he made no further moves.

Perhaps his injuries were too severe, and he dared not wake up easily.

Or perhaps the level of threat can be determined simply by testing him, and he won't be killed immediately.
But despite having these thoughts, he dared not entertain any wishful thinking.

Ultimately, such speculation is just self-comfort.

A true immortal's mind is as deep as the ocean, and their plans are profound; how can they be judged by ordinary standards?

The ripples of the Dharma-ending Age have barely subsided when new threats have already arrived!

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with golden patterns, his heart heavy.

"Unless we resolve the root of all evil—the True Immortals of the End Times—all crises will never end!"

He gazed at the distant, desolate starry sky, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, yet he could still feel the terrifying pressure lurking deep within the sea of ​​stars.

"Now, apart from continuing to refine the will of Heaven, I have no other way to increase my strength..."

"Even if one refines the Heavenly Soul, if the soul is unstable and unable to inherit the magic power within the Great Luo's remains, with the current resources, I'm afraid even after cultivating for another thousand years, there's no hope of becoming a True Immortal!"

His brows were furrowed, and his knuckles were slightly clenched.

If it weren't for the threat of the True Immortal of the End of Dharma, who could erupt at any moment, he would rather cultivate slowly and methodically. But now, facing this True Immortal who could awaken at any time and crush him with a single blow, he simply cannot cultivate leisurely and slowly.

We must prepare early, ideally before the True Immortal of the End of Dharma recovers and awakens, to gain the initiative.

"correct."

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable he had contacted through the Summoning Immortal Technique and the Dream Marriage Technique, as well as the mysterious and unpredictable True Immortal Realm!

"Perhaps... I should go there!"

"Finding the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable and clarifying some matters, including making contact with the True Immortal Realm, might provide a glimmer of hope for breaking this deadlock!"

With this thought in mind, he looked back at the vast land of China.

Suddenly, with a flick of his sleeve, the laws of illusion and reality receded like a tide, and the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces reappeared.

If he hadn't single-handedly withstood that devastating tide of the end of Dharma, the entire land of China would have faced an even more ferocious devastation.

However, the cultivators throughout the world are completely unaware that a cataclysmic event that once occurred outside the Nine Heavens, capable of destroying the world, has been averted!
"call……"

Zhao Wuji exhaled a breath of turbid air, put away the Qiankun Furnace beside him, and his figure descended like a golden rainbow, returning to the world of the Nine Provinces below.

Before he could see the Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable, he needed to recover from his injuries.

The coordinates of the star system where the True Immortal Realm is located seem to be extremely distant.
If one were to rely solely on flying to traverse the void, it would likely take hundreds of years to reach that realm.

Only by combining the techniques of copying with the principles of illusion and reality, shrinking the distance to an inch, and making the ends of the earth seem within reach, can one arrive at that destination.

Even so, crossing such a distance will inevitably consume a massive amount of magical power.

Given his current condition, he can hardly sustain it.

"Heal your wounds first, then set off."

His gaze was deep and serious. He landed on the body of the True Immortal below, sat cross-legged in the void, and began to use his medical skills to heal his injuries.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Beyond the Nine Heavens, Zhao Wuji's injuries had fully healed. He suddenly looked up at the starry sky, his eyes flashing with golden patterns, and his fingers abruptly formed a star-numbering incantation.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and the hexagrams appeared.

The coordinates of the True Immortal Realm that he had glimpsed before suddenly lit up in his sea of ​​consciousness like sparks.

"Log in!"

He took a step forward, and the Dao patterns of the Ascension Technique spread out beneath his feet like a galaxy. His figure instantly transformed into a stream of light, moving towards the other side of the starry sky.

"boom!"

However, just a moment later, the entire starry sky suddenly distorted!

His body was as if it had crashed into an invisible iron wall, and he was forcefully shaken out of the void.

The surrounding space was like silk being crumpled by a giant hand, rippling in layers.

Wherever those ripples passed, even starlight was shattered into crystal fragments, scattering like snowflakes.

It was an extremely powerful force of spacetime rules that forcefully severed his long-distance interstellar teleportation!

"Tsk, is this backlash from the spacetime rules of this universe?"

Zhao Wuji's expression hardened slightly as he looked around.

This star field was deathly silent, and the distant stars were as dim as dying embers.

Even the meteorites nearby had weathered into pale dust, floating in the void like mist.

The coordinates of the True Immortal Realm are farther than one can imagine.

Even with his current mastery of the Dao-realm copying technique, it was still difficult for him to achieve it in one fell swoop!

After all, the spacetime rules of this world are like an iron wall, and even the power of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques is ultimately unable to shake the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.

Zhao Wuji shook his head as he felt the extent of his own magical power depletion.

I estimate that I would need to use all my magic to do it ten more times before I could teleport to the star coordinates of that True Immortal Realm.

However, this would also deplete more than half of his magical power.

Therefore, after only a brief deduction, his heart sank slightly.

"In that case, let's try the principle of illusion and reality."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he brought his two fingers together like a sword, the laws of illusion and reality swirling at his fingertips.

Instantly, like soaked rice paper, the light twisted and blurred, with billions of stars casting dazzling trails of light between reality and illusion. In the distance, stars flickered like candlelight, while nearby meteorites transformed into ink paintings.

The entire universe seemed to be pulled into a splashed ink landscape painting. The laws of reality and illusion spread out like a tide!

"Xu!"

With his shout, the starry sky in all directions distorted like a mirror, and space became illusory and folded inch by inch!
Zhao Wuji intends to use the power of laws to forcibly distort the distance between the mortal world and the true immortal realm!

"Boom!"

The backlash from the rules of the universe is more severe than expected!
The void cracked inch by inch, like glass.

Countless chains of order burst forth from the cracks, each chain entwined with a terrifying pressure powerful enough to strangle a Dao Integration cultivator.

The dark cracks formed by the collapse of space spread like a spider web, swallowing even light wherever they passed.

"Log in!"

Zhao Wuji's sleeves billowed, and the Dao patterns of his Daoist arts erupted all over his body, like ten thousand golden rainbows tearing through the sky.

"So close to the end of the world!"

With one step, the galaxy beneath his feet reversed, and a ripple of space spread out.

The void before him shattered like a mirror.

His figure left a dazzling trail of light in the turbulent flow of time and space, piercing through layers of void and crossing the endless sea of ​​stars in an instant.

"Buzz!"

When the last spatial barrier was shattered, a distorted vortex of starlight suddenly appeared before our eyes.

But then a deep blue vortex, tens of thousands of feet in diameter, hung high like a wound in the heavens, its edges crackling with lightning powerful enough to shatter stars.

"The True Immortal Realm?"

As Zhao Wuji stepped out of the ripples in the space, his pupils contracted upon seeing the deep blue vortex.

But the entrance to the True Immortal Realm was like a wound in the heavens and earth, cut open by a sharp blade. A dark blue vortex with a diameter of ten thousand feet slowly rotated like a millstone, its edges wrapped with shattered void turbulence, like billions of lightning silver snakes twisting wildly.

The surrounding meteorite belt resembles a cold tide of stones in an endless galaxy, with each meteorite as large as a mountain and its surface covered with ancient impact gullies.

Some were jet black like black iron, while others gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, like millions of broken swords and halberds suspended in the icy void.

They danced around the entrance, but the moment they touched the edge of the vortex, they seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, collapsing into dust and scattering into stardust.

Deep within the vortex, the devouring power opened like the jaws of a primordial beast.

Even the starlight in the nearby star field was torn into a spiral of pale light, like an elongated afterimage of the Milky Way, twisting and falling into the abyss.

The most terrifying part is the center of the vortex.

With his will, he could naturally 'see' that there were strands of pitch-black chains intertwined into a net, which was clearly a sealing rule at the True Immortal level!
"Da Luo, you've finally arrived."

A hoarse voice suddenly came from below the vortex.

"Nine Tribulations Celestial Venerable"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and he suddenly lowered his head to look down.

Beneath the vast starry sky, billions of fragmented meteorites surged in a ring-like pattern at the center of the meteorite belt.
A grayish-brown, lifeless star floated like a giant egg, its massive surface covered with crisscrossing sword marks.

Each ravine was as deep as a chasm, with smooth, mirror-like edges, as if it had been cleaved by the supreme sword immortal with the power to create the heavens.

The most terrifying thing is that rift valley that cuts through the earth's crust!
It was like a wound cleaved by a god wielding a sword, over a hundred miles wide and bottomless, with a faint golden light flowing within, flickering like a candle in the wind.

That voice...

It was coming from this sword-marked rift valley!
At this moment, although Zhao Wuji was like a speck of dust floating above this giant star, he exuded a powerful aura that made the starry sky tremble.

As he slowly descended, the vast spiritual light of the Mahayana stage flowed across his body, like a golden sun falling from the sky. Wherever he passed, the void distorted and starlight retreated.
(End of this chapter)