Immortals of the End Times

Inside the Pot Heaven space, Zhao Wuji exhaled a long breath, casually wiping away the blood seeping from between his brows, and his listless primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly burst forth with brilliance.

The fifth divine wheel greedily devoured all the remaining tribulation power of the Heavenly Tribulation Chains.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling as if his meridians had been crushed by a thousand pounds.

Even the Daoist aura between the primordial spirit's brows dimmed slightly, as if it had experienced a protracted life-or-death struggle.

However, in reality, from instigating the calamity of the Heavenly Dao to framing the Ancestral Demon, and then severing the cause and effect to escape into the Pot Heaven.

All the thrilling battles happen in the blink of an eye.

Facing the Fallen Heavenly Dao in the Nine Heavens and the Ancient Ancestral Demon in the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, these two are the most terrifying beings in the world.

Even though he had comprehended the Daoist principles and relied on the subtlety of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Technique to secretly take advantage of others, he still felt like he was walking on thin ice.

Every step felt like walking a tightrope over a precipice; the slightest misstep could mean certain death.

"Thankfully, it was a close call."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his stinging brow, the starlight in his eyes gradually returning to its clarity.

Although it was extremely dangerous, upon closer examination, every step of the plan was actually within his calculations, as if he had a chessboard full of stars in his mind.

Now, in retrospect, the entire situation unfolded exactly as he had predicted beforehand.

At this moment, he had no time to examine the mysteries of the newly unsealed Yin-Yang Pearls.

He immediately activated the Heavenly Pot Technique, and with a flash, he passed through the barrier and entered the Southern Heavenly Secret Realm.

The second Heavenly Chamber then contracted to prevent the remaining spatial anchor points from being detected by those all-powerful ancestral demons.

Who knows if those ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years might have some powerful tracking techniques?

Waiting for the spatial barrier to completely close.

He pondered for a moment, then with a flick of his sleeve, the array restrictions opened, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, darting out of the Tiannan Secret Realm.

With a flick of his wrist, a long-distance communication jade talisman appeared in his palm, radiating a cool, spiritual light as he infused it with spiritual energy.

He tapped his fingers repeatedly, condensing the changes in the Nine Netherworlds into a divine imprint, which he then transmitted to the front lines of Tianmeng Prefecture.

"Sect Master Wentian, Sect Master Cangyunzi, the Nine Nether Ancestral Demon has already incurred heavenly punishment. You two must pay close attention to the movements of the Nine Nether Demon Lord and the demon army."

He did not specify the details.

It is said that the Nine Nether Ancestral Demon has already triggered divine punishment. If any demons are seen to be making unusual movements, then one can lead the masses to surround and annihilate them.

He was certain that once the two great ancestral demons suffered a severe blow from the Heavenly Dao, it would inevitably affect the armies that relied on demonic nature to maintain their strength.

Either the Ancestral Demon reclaims the original demonic nature scattered within the bodies of countless demons, causing the demonic tide to disintegrate instantly.

They either struggled to maintain their army, but their combat strength was reduced to less than one-tenth due to the depletion of their magic power.

"Wow!!"

Within the gushing spiritual mist from the cauldron, tiny spiritual crystals floated and sank like stars.

He flicked his finger again.

The level-five Concentration Pills that the four sword servants had given them years ago burst out of the bag.

The elixir melts instantly upon entering the mouth and is rapidly refined under the ingestion technique.

He suddenly made a hand seal, and the green light of his medical technique immediately traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians.

The medicinal power mingled with the surging spiritual mist, and the waning spiritual light of the nascent soul gradually rekindled, causing the injuries to the primordial spirit to recover rapidly.

Tianmeng Prefecture frontline battlefield.

The demon army's formation suddenly fell into chaos, and countless demons clutched their heads and howled in agony.

The dense demonic energy emanating from them dissipated like the receding tide, and their powerful demonic bodies began to shrink rapidly.

This sudden turn of events left the cultivators from the eight states on the opposite spirit boat bewildered and uncertain.

On each of the spirit boats, people looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one dared to make a rash move.

On the deck of the giant sword-shaped spirit boat in the center, the Sword Lord Wentian frowned, his cold gaze sweeping over the distant demon camp.

"What tricks are these demons playing now?" he wondered to himself.

Just then, his expression suddenly changed, and a sound transmission jade talisman flew out from his sleeve and stuck to his forehead.

A moment later, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

"It's a message from Zhao Wuji."

Upon seeing this, the Qilin Sword Ancestor raised a red eyebrow and asked, "Has something changed?"

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven nodded slightly and truthfully recounted the contents of the jade talisman.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the Qilin Sword Ancestor's expression remained one of shock. Suddenly, from within the distant demon fortress, came the furious roar of the Nine Nether Demon Lord:

"No! This is impossible!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, instantly scattering the demonic clouds on the horizon.

A dark, demonic shadow shot into the sky from the fortress, its scales cracking inch by inch, thick demonic blood spraying out like a waterfall, and it let out a painful howl.

"It seems the situation has indeed changed as Wuji said!"

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven raised his sword-like eyebrows like lightning, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

The sword aura behind him suddenly solidified, transforming into a giant sword phantom that spanned the heavens and the earth.

"Gentlemen!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword at the demonic tide, his voice like thunder from the heavens: "Slay the demons!!"

"boom!!"

The moment the sword was drawn, the entire land trembled.

Suddenly, four dazzling streams of light broke through the sea of ​​clouds in all directions.

The Nascent Soul True Lords, who were stationed in the four directions, simultaneously manifested their Dharma forms.

"Tsk!"

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven and the Sword Ancestor of Qilin transformed into sword rainbows, like two dragons strangling each other.

Where the sword light passed, dozens of powerful demons at the Concentration Realm didn't even have time to scream before their demonic bodies were torn to shreds like rags.

A golden-core demon general roared as it raised its bone shield.

"die!"

With his crimson eyebrows raised, the Qilin Sword Ancestor uttered a low shout as he strolled along, and the demon general and his bone shield instantly exploded into a rain of blood.

"Amitabha!!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the Buddha's golden body, hundreds of feet tall, suddenly radiated boundless light.

The Venerable One's shiny bald head resembled a blazing sun fallen to earth, a magnificent and powerful sight.

Where the dazzling Buddha light shone, the demonic energy on the surface of the demons melted away like snow being splashed with boiling oil.

The demon soldiers were horrified to discover that the flesh beneath their scales was disintegrating in the Buddha's light.

First, its claws and teeth fell off, then its limbs melted like wax, and finally even its screams turned into golden flames, burning fiercely on its distorted face.

"The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?!'"

The Venerable One thrust out with one palm, and the swastika Buddhist seal on his palm expanded in the wind, transforming into a gigantic palm that swept across the battlefield.

Along the way, demons were crushed into mincemeat like ants.

Hundreds more demon soldiers were blown away by the aftershocks, and they spontaneously combusted while still in mid-air, turning into sparks that scattered across the sky.

"Qiang!!"

Just as the Buddha's palm was pushing horizontally, a frost-cold sword aura tore through the air and arrived.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the temperature plummeted to absolute zero.

Hundreds of demons were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, still maintaining their ferocious, menacing postures.

Immediately afterwards, a shockwave exploded, and all the ice sculptures shattered at the same time.

The glistening ice shards were mixed with countless fragments of frozen demon organs, which refracted an eerie, bloody light in the sunlight.

Hua Qingshuang's graceful figure soared through the air on her sword, her white dress fluttering like snow.

As the ice patterns between her brows swirled, blue snowflakes drifted up within a ten-mile radius, radiating astonishing Nascent Soul spiritual power.

Each snowflake that lands on a demon instantly freezes its soul.

Countless demon soldiers suddenly froze, their bodies rapidly covered with ice cracks, and finally shattered into ice shards with a 'crash'.

A golden-core spider demon struggled in its death throes, its eight sharp claws digging into the ground in an attempt to steady itself.

Hua Qingshuang's eyes were icy cold. With a light stroke of her sword finger, the spider demon's eight limbs were severed at the root simultaneously, yet no blood gushed from the cuts.

All bodily fluids were completely frozen the moment the sword energy touched the body!

at the same time.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in Beiyun Dizhou, Cangyunzi was riding a beam of light at high speed when a jade talisman suddenly trembled in his sleeve.

"Ok?"

He pointed with two fingers, and the sound transmission jade talisman hung between his eyebrows. After reading the message inside, his expression changed drastically.

"So, Fellow Daoist Zhao's plan that day was actually meant to be found here?"

On the day before his departure, the image of Zhao Wuji smiling silently flashed before his eyes. He did not explain the specific details of the plan to him, only saying that they would support each other in the open and in the dark.

The demon faction is now in chaos, could it be...?
Before I could think about it, another jade talisman lit up.

An urgent report from the front lines transformed into a stream of light and entered his consciousness.

"The Nine Nether Demon Lord was surrounded by the Heavenly Sword Lord, the Qilin Sword Ancestor, and the Venerable of the Buddhist Kingdom, and the demon army has been defeated."

"Well done, Fellow Daoist Zhao!"

Cang Yunzi raised his long eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips, and suddenly changed his sword technique.

The clouds beneath his feet instantly condensed into a thousand-foot-long sword domain, and the escape light, like a reversed Milky Way, cleaved the sky and sped towards the battlefield.

Only a sigh dissipated in the wind, "Fellow Daoist Zhao's thunderous methods have even kept this old Daoist in the dark. What earth-shattering thing has he done this time?"

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Beyond the river, in the states of the Nine Netherworlds.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord and Huang Shang led their remaining troops in a series of defeats, eventually retreating in a sorry state back to the entrance of the Nine Nether Abyss.

"boom!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic boots shattered the rock layers, and he suddenly stopped. His demonic eyes narrowed to slits as he stared intently at the entrance to the abyss.

But the once surging, boiling Netherworld demonic energy now seemed to have been forcibly seized by an invisible giant hand, losing seventy percent of it.

Instead, a chilling aura of calamity and corruption lingered, refusing to dissipate.

The surrounding rock walls are riddled with battle craters stretching for thousands of feet, a shocking sight, as if they had been cleaved by a giant sword reaching to the heavens.

Within the charred cracks, the majestic might of heaven, which made even demonic souls tremble, remained.

"It's actually the primordial energy of calamity?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's expression changed drastically, and the demonic markings on his forehead writhed like living snakes.

"How could there be calamities left behind by the Heavenly Punishment within the Nine Netherworlds?"

Beside him, Huang Chang also wore a grim expression, immediately calculating the secrets of heaven with his fingers. A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes, his face shifting between light and shadow. "What exactly happened?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord was filled with shock and anger, and he felt that the Daoist mark given to him by the Greed Demon between his brows was constantly weakening.

What terrified him even more was that the many demons around him suddenly screamed in agony, their bodies melting like wax and turning into a viscous black liquid, writhing as they were swallowed by the Netherworld Rift.

"Could it be that the two Ancestral Demon Lords are injured?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's heart trembled violently.

Disregarding everything else, the demonic body transformed into a streak of light and plunged straight into the bottom of the abyss.

Passing through layers of demonic mist, the scene before him made his soul tremble.

But outside the altar, the throne of the demonic claws, which symbolized the power of the ancestral demon, had already crumbled.

The demon's thousand-foot-tall body was torn apart like rags, most of its golden scales and armor were peeled off, and its viscous demon blood gushed out like a spring.

Of the six scarlet demonic eyes of the Demon of Wrath, three had turned into charred holes, with the remaining blood flames in the eye sockets as faint as candles flickering in the wind.

Even more terrifying was that the wounds of the two great ancestral demons were entangled with turbid yellow calamity energy, which eroded their demonic bodies like a bone-deep carbuncle.

This forced them to continuously shrink their demonic essence to heal their wounds, leaving them weak and feeble.

"Two Ancestral Demon Lords!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord was terrified. He immediately stepped forward to pay his respects, his voice trembling, "Why is it like this? What exactly happened?"

"Humph!"

The demon of greed trembled violently, its rotting scales rattling, and its thousand gigantic mouths roared simultaneously: "In the Nine Heavens, that damned corrupt Heavenly Dao has been deliberately provoked, venturing deep into the Netherworld to attack us! This is the first time in ten thousand years!"

Before the demonic voice had even faded, the remaining three demonic eyes of the Wrathful Demon suddenly opened wide in fury, raging with karmic fire: "If we were in our prime, with the six of us Ancestral Demons joining forces, what would we have to fear from this half-dead, thieving old heaven?"

Its demonic heart pounded like a drum, causing the abyss's rock walls to crumble: "Now that the demon has fallen into the abyss and been deceived by the heavens, we have all suffered injuries. The day when the other four brothers break the seal will be delayed by at least three hundred years!"

Three hundred years later, in the degenerate age, it will be even more difficult to escape!

"what?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's face, covered in demonic markings, twisted into a terrifying grimace: "Who is it? Who on earth possesses such power to manipulate the Heavenly Dao? Could it be..."

His demonic claws clenched suddenly, his knuckles cracking: "Is there anyone in this world who can reach the Nascent Soul Realm faster than me?"

He immediately shook his head: "No! Even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord could not possibly control the Heavenly Dao! Where is this person now?"

"This person has already escaped."

The Demon of Anger suddenly sneered, its demonic flames flickering like a dying candle.

"Escaped?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's body stiffened, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his demonic eyes.
Within this abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, the two Ancestral Demons are both powerful beings at the Dao Integration Realm, capable of unleashing their full strength, their demonic might overwhelming!

How could someone manage to incite the Heavenly Dao here, severely injure the Ancestral Demon, and then escape unscathed?

"Who is he?"

The Demon Lord's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

The Demon of Greed's thousand enormous mouths simultaneously opened into a sinister arc, its rotting scales rustling: "It's that junior Zhao Wuji you mentioned before."

"That's right, that's the variable!"

The remaining three demonic eyes of the Wrathful Demon spewed forth blood-red flames, its voice like the clash of cold iron from the deepest abyss: "A change in the world that has gained the approval of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!"

"impossible!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic body trembled violently, and the chains binding him shattered with a clang.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator is highly skilled in combat, how can he navigate the gap between the Heavenly Dao and the Ancestral Demon?

This completely overturned his understanding of power levels!
"The Art of the Heavenly Pot"

The Demon of Greed suddenly extended a jet-black demonic finger, and where the corrosive liquid dripped from its tip, faint spatial anchors remained in the void: "He escaped from here. This method is no ordinary escape technique."

His demonic voice suddenly rose, filled with frenzied desire and greed: "It is the immortal Taoist technique recorded within the legendary Yin-Yang Pearl!"

"The Heavenly Pot Technique?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord gasped for breath, feeling as if the world before him had gone mad, and he went completely insane.

That kid actually possesses such a legendary treasure?!
"That's a cunning little bug!"

The Demon of Wrath's three scarlet eyes burst forth with blood flames, and his demonic voice shook the Nine Netherworld Rock Walls, causing them to crumble: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, you plotted against us, and then slipped away when the heavenly punishment descended. Although you relied on the power of a supreme treasure, your courage, scheming, and treachery are truly formidable!"

"The Yin-Yang Pearl, a supreme treasure? The foremost of the legendary seven supreme treasures?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord pondered deeply, his heart still reeling from the shock.

"good."

The greedy demon said greedily, "It is said that whoever obtains this pearl can wield the seventy-two Earthly Fiend Techniques with ease. No wonder... no wonder that kid's swordsmanship could resonate with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!"
"I should have suspected it long ago. Even if that kid was born with sword control skills, he couldn't possibly have such astonishing mastery."

The raging demonic flames suddenly condensed into a phantom image of Zhao Wuji. The six-armed demon wrathful demon crushed the demonic rock and coldly shouted: "Zhao! Wu! Ji! This boy is a hundred times more important than Huang Shang!"

Thick demonic blood dripped from his wounds, but he laughed in fury, "Although we have suffered divine punishment this time, we have also glimpsed the true opportunity to break the deadlock!"

"As long as we seize that Yin-Yang Pearl, our hope for the Demon Lord of Heaven and Earth will be restored."

The demon's scarlet eyes suddenly shifted, and a strange image was simultaneously reflected in all three pupils.

In the void of that scene, more than ten figures surrounded a towering medicine furnace.

Inside the furnace, eighteen points of spiritual light rotated like stars, intertwining to form a yin-yang symbol, and profound Taoist charm emanated from the eyes.

"Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great, the Yin-Yang Pearl—this child actually possesses so many great fortunes!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord clenched his claws tightly, and the joints crackled with a metallic clang.

"If only I had known this would happen, I should have waited until that kid's Nascent Soul stage was complete."

The demonic sound abruptly stopped.

His demonic eyes flickered with blood-red flames, and his face was grim.

Given the various methods Zhao Wuji has displayed, even with his overwhelming demonic power and mastery of Dao principles, he still lacks complete confidence in defeating his opponent.
"As you are now, you really can't take down that kid."

The greedy demon opened its thousand enormous mouths simultaneously, and the air hissed as the putrid liquid dripped down, as it sneered.

"The Art of the Celestial Pot is a true immortal Taoist art, not to mention..."

"This child has already grasped the essence of the Dao!"

"He also comprehended the Daoist principles!?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic body trembled violently, utterly astonished.

Despite being unwilling to admit it, the comprehension of this former junior was indeed terrifying, far beyond simply being lucky enough to receive a great opportunity.
"It's alright, wait until you break through to the Divine Realm."

A strange, eerie light flashed in the demon's compound eyes, and a sticky, demonic chant seeped into his soul like honey:
"Simply offer a blood sacrifice to guide our true forms to descend."

Suddenly, demonic energy surged around the abyss, and countless demonic claws emerged from the rock walls, transforming into the phantom of a cage.

"No matter how powerful his abilities, he cannot escape this Netherworld Hell!"

"Sacrifice."

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's eyes trembled slightly, and he hesitated in his heart.

The pain of self-sacrifice lingered in his memory like a bone-deep sore.

The despair of his demonic body disintegrating and his Dao seal scattering, and the agony of being torn apart by a thousand ants when reshaping his demonic embryo.
What's even more frightening is the various uncertainties that must be experienced during the period of weakness.
"Nine! Netherworld!"

The Demon of Anger opened its six scarlet eyes wide in fury, and demonic flames cascaded down like a waterfall of blood.

The abyss walls cracked and crumbled under the terrifying demonic power, and the chains of karmic fire tightened with a clang!

"Are you hesitating?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's heart trembled. He suddenly slammed one knee into the ground, his demonic claws digging into the rock, maintaining his bowed posture: "Your subordinate was merely considering how to ensure absolute safety."

Three days passed within the Pot Heaven Space.

Zhao Wuji has fully recovered from his injuries.

He opened his eyes, purple lightning flashing within them, and his spiritual pressure was as deep and boundless as the ocean.

With the completion of the fifth Yin Pearl and the sixth Yang Pearl, his cultivation level improved once again.

The spiritual energy within his body is now surging like an angry dragon overturning a river, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm (42191/500000).

"With the two Yin-Yang Beads complete, I have saved five years of arduous cultivation. Moreover, the function of physical body reshaping has been enhanced once more, and my lifespan has been extended considerably."

Zhao Wuji gently touched his brow, and the Daoist energy of the Intercepting Dao coiled around the pillar like a dragon, flowing between the seven divine wheels.

After a quick calculation, the completion of the five Yin-Yang Beads has extended his lifespan by a full 6,200 years.

Including his own lifespan during the Nascent Soul stage, he still has 7,600 years left to live, which is truly too long.

However, in this period of transition and change, simply having a long lifespan is nothing more than merely surviving.

If he cannot resolve the calamity of the end of Dharma, at most he can maintain his Nascent Soul stage cultivation by relying on the Pot Heaven space and numerous spiritual veins when the end of Dharma arrives.

However, they were unable to advance to the level of a deity.

Only by resolving the calamities of the Dharma-ending Age can we cross the vast expanse of the heavens.

Otherwise, one is nothing more than a frog in a well that has lived a long life.

As he pondered, a flash of blue light suddenly appeared.

Several sound transmission jade talismans flew out from his sleeve, hovering in front of him, their light flickering.

"Sword Master Wentian, Cangyunzi, Peak Master Hua"

Zhao Wuji scanned the messages within the jade talisman with his divine sense, taking in the entire situation at the front lines.

Just as he had predicted, the Demon Alliance fell into chaos after the Ancestral Demon suffered a major blow, and has now completely collapsed.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord was surrounded and wounded, and fled. The Yellow-Chang Old Demon also fled back to the Hewai Liezhou.

Taking advantage of the situation, cultivators from the eight states surrounded and annihilated the remaining demons and monsters who had fled. Even Hua Qingshuang personally led the Hua clan disciples in slaying demons and monsters.

Among these, the message from the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven was particularly concerned, with a hint of inquiry in his words, asking if Zhao Wuji had secretly gone to the Nine Netherworlds of the River Kingdom and done something audacious and foolish.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the message and smiled, without replying to the Sword Lord. He simply flicked his finger at the jade talisman and sent a message to Peak Master Hua: "Peak Master, take care and stay safe. We will meet again soon."

He put away the jade talisman, then sat cross-legged and sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Only now did I have time to examine the newly unsealed Earthly Fiend Mystic Arts in detail.

But I've seen the world.
The sixth Yin Pearl emitted a ghostly light, as deep as a cold pool in the depths. On its surface, amidst the flowing tadpole-like patterns, three magical runes emerged: 'Budding Head', 'Knowing the Time', and 'Immobilizing Body'.

The seventh Yang Pearl emitted golden rays that soared into the sky, resembling the rising sun. The four sets of Dao patterns on the pearl—"Sitting in Fire," "Spitting Flames," "Burning Sun," and "Averting Calamity"—shone brightly.

"Among them, six of the Earthly Fiend Techniques were almost all deciphered from the pseudo-Nine Heavens in the past."

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he understood immediately:

The blazing flames that burn and refine the soul within the Heavenly Burning Sun correspond to the three arts of sitting on fire, spitting flames, and raging sun.

The profound mystery of the stagnation of time and space in the Void Heaven of Extinction gives rise to the wonders of budding, knowing time, and fixing one's body.

As for warding off disasters
The shocking killing scheme that took place three days ago in the depths of the Nine Netherworld flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind.

Heavenly tribulation lightning struck down, and the two ancestral demons wailed in agony.

This calamity-averting technique was only revealed by borrowing the power of Heaven's slaying of demons.

As soon as he had a thought, the many profound mysteries of the Seven Earthly Fiend Techniques flooded into his mind, allowing him to comprehend them.
(End of this chapter)