Immortals of the End Times

The cold, ruthless, and overwhelming will of the Great Luo was washing over Zhao Wuji's soul like a raging torrent.

They were originally one, and their current merging seems perfectly reasonable, just as rivers eventually flow into the sea.

However, Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit was trembling violently, resisting this seemingly destined fusion.

In this life, he has already lived out his own unique style.

His experiences across the land of Kyushu, the time he spent with his Daoist companions, and the efforts he devoted to fighting against the calamity of the end times.
All of this truly existed and was experienced, and it is etched deep within his soul.

If the fusion is completed under the guidance of his will in this life, he would be happy to do so.

But reality is cruelly suffocating.

Compared to the vast and unfathomable Great Luo Will, his self-awareness in this life is like a stream to an ocean, or a drop of ink to a lake.

What happens when a drop of ink falls into a lake?

It will be swallowed up in an instant.

There was no trace of them left.

This is the most fatal contradiction.

Refining that drop of Great Luo Primordial Spirit Blood allows one to completely merge with the Heavenly Soul Will, inherit the vast and boundless True Immortal power within the remains, representing the ultimate Immortal power, and thus attain the rank of True Immortal.

But the price is that all memories and emotions from this life will be covered by the cold will of Heaven.

Will he still be "Zhao Wuji" then?

Or perhaps it's the Great Luo, the first Pangu, or the second-generation immortal Meng Qiyuan?

Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly; who was I, and who was the butterfly?

He may become an even more powerful being, but he will also become the embodiment of the laws of Heaven.

There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; no love, hate, or grudges.

Like a single eye hanging high in the heavens, it forever coldly looks down upon all living beings, including his wives.

Is it really worth paying such a price to fight against the True Immortals of the End of Dharma?
No, not yet.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, his Dao heart trembled violently, and he forcefully broke free from the state of being merged with the will of the Great Luo.

"puff!"

He forced the drop of golden primordial blood from between his eyebrows, where it floated and swirled at his fingertips.

The wondrous image of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Techniques transforming into the Heavenly Gang Techniques in his mind vanished without a trace, like a mirage.

He clenched his five fingers, using the law of illusion to seal his primordial spirit blood. His expression was unpredictable, and his mood was extremely complicated.

This drop of blood can indeed help his three souls return to one.

It is even possible to use this to understand the rules of reality and illusion, and inherit the vast power of the Great Luo's remains.

But the price was too high for him to bear.

"In the end, I was still a step behind."

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

If one could use the will of the human soul to overpower the souls of heaven and earth, how could one be in such a passive position at this moment?
But the current situation is almost a foregone conclusion.
Zhao Wuji stared intently at the drop of Great Luo Primordial Spirit Blood in his palm, which flowed with the rules of illusion and reality, his brows furrowed.

"The Heavenly Soul is too strong. My Human Soul has been cultivating along with me, but my Willpower is still too weak."

He sighed inwardly.

His predecessor, the Great Luo, was, after all, a true immortal, especially since his heavenly soul will was as vast and ruthless as the Heavenly Dao.

Even though he had refined the Earth Soul, his own human soul was still like a stream in the vast ocean compared to it, and he was completely unable to resist the assimilation of his divine soul by the will of the Heavenly Soul.

This is an unavoidable situation during integration: the weak are influenced and assimilated by the strong.

The solution to the problem was right in front of him, but he was unable to take that step due to his imbalanced mind and body.

"That's all."

Zhao Wuji looked at the majestic remains that stretched across the starry river, then lowered his gaze to look down at the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces below, where the calamity had dissipated, and sighed softly.

"The Dharma-ending Age is not over yet, and the True Immortal of the Dharma-ending Age has not made any move after testing us, so there is no rush to make a decision."

His gaze shifted slightly, and as his robes fluttered, his figure transformed into a streak of light, sweeping across the land.

"This is a very important matter. Let's go back first and discuss it with the ladies."

Several days later, at the Linlang Immortal Sect.

Amidst the mountains, majestic immortal peaks rise, and some immortal cultivators ride their swords through the clouds, traversing the sea of ​​clouds.

Sword energy crisscrossed, spiritual light flashed, and celestial birds circled, their clear cries echoing.

Whenever their gaze swept towards the central palace, which was carved from white jade and adorned with flowing gold patterns, they couldn't help but bow their heads in reverence, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

That is the Dao Palace of Zhao Tianzun, the number one immortal in the Nine Provinces and a legendary tribulation-crossing powerhouse. It was built by their sect leader, Yunshang Zhenjun Nan Zhenjun.

At this moment, the celestial palace was shrouded in mist, and illusory laws hung down like a light veil, blocking the rules of the end times from entering.

Inside the hall, a spiritual spring gurgled, and exotic flowers and rare herbs bloomed, making it seem much more vibrant and spiritual than the outside world.

Zhao Wuji sat upright before the jade table, his expression calm. Several Daoist companions sat around him, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

He recounted the perils of embarking on the path to true immortality, but temporarily concealed the secret of the reincarnation of the Great Luo.

"No! That's impossible."

Yan Lan's expression changed upon hearing this. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, her fiery red dress billowing like flames. "Even if the sky collapses and the earth caves in, even if the floodwaters rise to the sky, you absolutely cannot be harmed!"

Her phoenix eyes were filled with anger, and her jade finger pointed straight outside the hall: "Cang Yunzi, Wentian Daojun and those old guys are all alive and well. Weren't they arguing and clamoring to resolve the calamity of the end of Dharma?"
Why should you be the one to risk your life now?

Why should you take the risk? Just because you're the strongest right now? No way! I don't think so.

By the end, her angry tone had trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was extremely worried and angry.

"Lan Lan."

Zhao Wuji sighed softly and took Yan Lan's hand.

With his current level of cultivation, he could indeed stand aside and lead everyone safely through several calamities of the end of the Dharma era.

But all of this is based on the premise that the True Immortals of the End of Dharma will not awaken.

"If that True Immortal of the End of Dharma were to remain in eternal slumber, that would be fine," he said in a low voice, "but now, it has already tested me."

The hall suddenly fell silent, and the expressions of the several Daoist couples changed.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent, the air thick with tension.

Zhao Wuji slowly shook his head, his expression solemn, and said, "Running away now is just self-deception. Even if we can hide for a while, we can't escape the final battle."

Golden light gleamed in his eyes, and his voice was deep: "As long as the True Immortals of the End Times do not die, there will never be peace in this world. What's more, I have already been targeted by him."

He thought to himself, "As the reincarnation of a Great Luo Immortal, I am destined to be his enemy. This battle is simply unavoidable."

Thinking of this, he glanced at his fellow Daoists and said in a slightly somber tone, "And you... may also be implicated because of me."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly, her clear, cold voice like snow falling into a cold pool: "Wuji, you don't need to worry about us."

"Correct."

Nan Zhixia gently raised her hand, her bright eyes sparkling, and said softly, "My husband, you need not worry about us. From the very beginning, we have decided to share life and death with you, and to go through thick and thin together."

Whatever decision you make, we are willing to walk with you and support you wholeheartedly.

"Humph."

Yan Lan frowned, her pretty face shifting, but in the end she only glanced at Nan Zhixia and the others, and snorted coldly: "You speak softly, but in my eyes, even the whole world is not as important as a single hair on my Wuji's head. I would rather the world perish than have anything happen to Wuji."

"Senior brother."

"grown ups."

Li Shiyu and Xiaoyue, who were standing to the side, were also pale-faced, with even deeper worry in their eyes.

How could they not understand the deeper meaning in Zhao Wuji's words?

If one does not become an immortal, then death is the only outcome.

But if one were to become an immortal, one would have to pay a terrible price: losing consciousness and emotions.

"grown ups."

Xiao Yue's almond-shaped eyes were filled with sorrow, her voice trembled, and her slender fingers tightly gripped the hem of her skirt. "If I were to become a true immortal without feelings or desires, then, what difference would that make from falling into oblivion?"

Li Shiyu bit her lip lightly: "We are not worth dying for, but you..."

"Therefore, we are now in a dilemma."

Zhao Wuji sighed softly, his gaze piercing through the sky outside the window like lightning, as if trying to see through the terrifying existence lurking deep within the starry sky. The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly heavy. The Daoist companions exchanged silent glances, all understanding that this situation was already extremely difficult to resolve.

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she bit her lip tightly, saying, "Is there really no other way? Can't we think of a few more countermeasures and stall for time?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, golden patterns swirling in his eyes: "To obtain the power of a true immortal, how can one not pay a price?"

This price, even after a thousand years of contemplation, is difficult to replace.

"Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore."

After saying that, he swept his gentle gaze over the women and said softly, "I came back this time precisely to spend more time with you all?"

Upon hearing this, the girls all trembled.

Nan Zhixia's slender fingers trembled slightly, while Li Shiyu's black hair fell down, covering her reddened eyes.

Even the most fiery Yan Lan was now like a flower branch withered by frost, her momentum waning.

How could they not hear it?

My husband's words clearly indicate that he had already made up his mind.

When the worst happens, he will definitely take that path without hesitation.
"Unrestrained."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes trembled slightly, and a rare look of worry appeared on her usually cold and aloof face.

Her slender fingers gripped Zhao Wuji's sleeve, her voice as soft as snow falling into a cold pool: "No matter what form you ultimately take, we will protect you."

She suddenly took a half step closer, her black hair brushing against Zhao Wuji's neck, her breath sweet as orchids: "You once said I was an iceberg, but you melted me? What if you become an iceberg too?"

Her frost-like eyes swept over the other four women, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips: "The five of us can always warm you up again."

"Peak Master, how could you utter such words?"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback. His gaze swept over Hua Qingshuang's slightly red ear tips and then landed on Yan Lan's tightly clenched fist. Suddenly, he stretched out his arms and pulled the women into his embrace, gently comforting them, "Don't worry."

His gaze was calm and deep, and the last trace of doubt in his heart dissipated like clouds.

Now that the path ahead is clear, there is no need for further hesitation.

Even if it's not for his own path, nor for this world, but only for the five beauties before him.

If he were truly driven to the brink of despair, his only option would be to completely merge with his former self, the Great Luo, and settle things with his destined enemy.

It's better than sitting idly by and waiting to die, watching yourself, your Daoist partner, and even the entire Nine Provinces perish at the hands of the True Immortals of the End of Dharma.

If we have truly fallen to this state, what right do we have to call ourselves the rulers of the Nine Provinces?
As the reincarnation of the Great Luo, if one loses even the courage for this final battle, wouldn't this reincarnation be a waste of all the hard work accumulated in previous lives?

The hall fell into a rare moment of tranquility and peace, with only the women's soft, fragrant breaths audible.

"Brother!"

At this moment, Li Shiyu suddenly bit her red lips, her black hair falling down as she stepped forward, her slender fingers gripping Zhao Wuji's sleeve tightly.

"this time."

She tilted her pretty face up, her eyes shimmering with emotion: "Could you fulfill Shi Yu's wish from when she was in the mortal realm, and leave something for her?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it resounded like thunder in the hall.

"you"

Hua Qingshuang was surprised, then suddenly a blush appeared on her usually cold face.

"You shameless hussy."

Yan Lan also widened her eyes and laughed and scolded, Nan Zhixia was stunned and confused, while Xiao Yue covered her mouth, her almond eyes wide open, but deep in her eyes there was also expectation and hope.

Li Shiyu took a deep breath and suddenly took Zhao Wuji's arm: "Senior brother, I want to give birth to your son."

These words still shocked all the women, even though they had already guessed them.

The four women's pretty faces flushed crimson instantly, but none of them voiced any objection.

Yan Lan lowered her head as her phoenix eyes flickered, biting her lip and looking at Zhao Wuji with fiery eyes.

Hua Qingshuang's jade-like fingers caressed Zhao Wuji's hand as she pondered. Nan Zhixia and Xiao Yue exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling.

"You...could it be..."

Zhao Wuji was stunned. His gaze swept over the women's shy yet determined expressions, and he suddenly chuckled and shook his head.

These intelligent women clearly wanted to leave him with a bloodline connection first.

If they were all pregnant with her child, both they and Zhao Wuji would have a longing, an obsession, and would not have any regrets.

He pondered for a moment, the golden lines in his eyes softening: "Very well."

"Wow!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the laws of illusion and reality descended like gauze, enveloping the entire hall.

Then, he placed a golden light between the eyebrows of each of the five women with his fingertip.

"This is the manifestation of my original law."

His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority: "After I leave offspring for you, this law will be implanted into your bodies, forming a protective layer for you."

"Unrestrained!"

Hua Qingshuang's cheeks flushed red, and Yan Lan readily nestled into her arms, her hands and feet beginning to wander.

Nan Zhixia gently stroked her lower abdomen with her slender hand, her eyes as clear as water.

Li Shiyu's black hair hung down, and her lips were already smiling like crescent moons.

Xiaoyue's eyes were brimming with tears, yet she smiled.

As Zhao Wuji lay down, the women served him, and his gaze fell upon the churning sea of ​​mist outside the hall, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This arrangement is not bad.

Whether or not one ultimately merges with the will of the Great Luo, one will still leave an indelible mark on this life.

Anyway, he doesn't have a second chance at life.

To finish everything in this lifetime is to leave no regrets.

at the same time.

In the far reaches of the starry sky, deep within the desolate and lifeless stars of the end times, the black tide formed by the rules of the end times surged violently, like billions of pitch-black demonic dragons dancing wildly in the void.

Deep within the grotto of those stars, on the surface of the long-dormant black cocoon of light, dense cracks suddenly appeared, spreading out like a spider web.

"Crack!"

With a piercing sound like metal shattering!
Countless threads of the laws of the end times twisted and broke like dying venomous snakes, turning into countless black crystal fragments that drifted across the sky.

In the center of that shattered cocoon, an extremely terrifying figure slowly sat up, its body entwined with the dark power of decaying laws.

The True Immortal of the Dharma-Ending Age has awakened!

His eyes, like two crimson blood moons, gazed coldly and mercilessly into the void.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if the scenes of Zhao Wuji shattering the black tide and annihilating the Eye of Rules not long ago were reflected.

"Da Luo."

A hoarse whisper began to echo through the deathly silent cave, each syllable causing the void to tremble.

He slowly raised his hand, and a blood-dripping Dharma eye suddenly appeared in his palm.

Within his pupils, a wisp of the remnant of the laws of illusion and reality flowed, precisely the residual fluctuations of the laws left over from Zhao Wuji's previous confrontation.

"You are too weak in this life."

A mocking glint appeared deep within His crimson eyes. His five fingers suddenly clenched together, and that wisp of the law of illusion and reality vanished in an instant, like a candle in the wind.

Even if the injuries have not healed, even if the body is incomplete.

But a true immortal is still a true immortal!

Even if a mere Mahayana Quasi-Immortal has perfected the laws, how could he possibly shake this being who has survived countless eons?
"Tens of thousands of years of planning, and this is all? Another brat like Zhao Zheng? Da Luo, have you run out of tricks?"

He suddenly stood up, his tattered Taoist robe fluttering without wind, and the rules of the Dharma-ending Age spread in all directions like a tide.

The black tide on the surface of the entire desolate star suddenly boiled, and countless threads of the end of Dharma wriggled like living things, frantically devouring the spiritual energy in the starry sky.

"Then, everything should be over soon."

His scarlet eyes locked onto the location of the Nine Provinces and the Heaven and Earth.

The shattered cocoons of light around it began to shrink as if they were alive, and countless black crystal fragments transformed back into regular threads, like rivers flowing into the sea, slowly merging into its remaining body!
With each wisp of energy absorbed, His aura grew stronger, and the divine light in His scarlet eyes intensified.

Once the cocoon of light has been completely absorbed, He will personally descend upon the Nine Provinces to end this fateful war that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.
(End of this chapter)