Immortals of the End Times

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged like a bell, and with each blink of his eyes, the profound messages of the seven Earthly Fiend Techniques cascaded down like a waterfall, weaving into a dazzling Dao net on his spiritual platform.

When the "Sitting in Fire Technique" is used, it is like tempering the body in a furnace. Red lines appear between the meridians, and the flesh and bones seem to be immersed in magma, yet feel cool and unharmed.

When this technique is mastered to a high level, even if the Samadhi Fire is applied to the body, it will feel like a gentle breeze, just like Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West" who was not refined even when sitting in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

However, fires of cause and effect, such as Heavenly Tribulation Fire and Red Lotus Karmic Fire, are still forbidden. Forcibly resisting them may burn away one's foundation of cultivation.

When the "Sun-Burning Technique" was cast, it was as if the sun had fallen into an abyss. A ray of golden light burst forth from his fingertips, and the intensity of the sun within the Pot Heaven space increased tenfold in an instant.

The spiritual plants nourished by the fourth-level spiritual vein in the distance withered instantly, and the rock strata cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

Zhao Wuji's brows relaxed. He had only learned this technique in its initial stages. If he were to combine it with the Prayer for Clear Skies Technique in the future, its power would surely increase greatly.

Suddenly, he made a hand seal with two fingers, and a red mark flashed between his eyebrows.

"Duh!"

With a spit, a streak of bluish-white fire shot out like a flying sword, instantly piercing through a hundred-foot-high cliff.

The rock's cross-section was as red as a branding iron, and its edges were melted in a glassy manner.

It was clearly a sign that the mortal fire had reached its peak and the spiritual fire was beginning to appear.

"Even the first level of the Flame Breathing Technique is no less powerful than the Crimson-Eyed Heaven-Burning Technique."

He stared at the scorch mark the size of a bowl on the rock face, and suddenly his lips moved slightly.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of golden flame, barely solidified, flickered at the corner of his lips, instantly distorting the surrounding air.

But just as the golden flame was about to take shape, it suddenly dissipated into countless sparks.

"really."

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, as if he were deep in thought.

Although the Flame-Spitting Technique belongs to the Earthly Fiends category, the Samadhi True Fire ultimately involves the primordial spirit realm.

This fire requires the three treasures of 'essence, energy, and spirit' as fuel, and cannot be controlled by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It's like a child swinging a giant axe; he hurts himself before hurting anyone else.

He flipped his palm to extinguish the remaining fire, and his hand gestures changed instantly.

"Avert disaster!"

An ancient rune shaped like a tortoise shell suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, its surface covered with tiny cracks resembling the shell.

Each crack was imbued with the power of incense and prayers, clearly a ritual to ward off disaster and misfortune!

"With this technique, if one can deduce and resolve the great calamity of the end times..."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and began to deduce, and the runes immediately trembled violently.

"Crack!"

The tortoise shell exploded with a loud crash, and the incense and prayers dissipated like the receding tide.

The backlash caused his sleeves to flutter loudly, and a terrifying scene of the Heavenly Dao Tribulation surging within his sea of ​​consciousness appeared.

"puff!"

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Zhao Wuji wiped away the bloodstains, his expression solemn. He quickly made hand seals and used medical techniques to restore himself, a hint of enlightenment flashing in his eyes.

While exorcism techniques can alter minor causes and effects, they cannot defy the predetermined course of fate.

Just as a stream may change its course, but it cannot shake the vast ocean.
"I wonder if, in the future, if one cultivates to a higher level, it will be possible to alter the causal relationships of Heaven with a single thought?"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji's brow twitched.

The two arts of "Budding" and "Knowing the Time" converge like twin stars, bursting forth with brilliant light in the mind.

"disease!"

In a flash of inspiration, he made a hand seal with his sword fingers, and the Sprouting Technique was activated.

"laugh!"

A sudden, excruciating pain, as if being torn apart, erupted between his brows, and a bolt of blood-red lightning exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness!

Numerous premonitions surged through my mind like waves of blood.

But then the Nine Nether Demon Lord's hundred-foot-tall demonic body tore through the void, and the viscous demonic energy wrapped around his claws condensed into nine Yellow Spring Shackles, which fiercely nailed a golden-robed figure into the rock wall.

The six golden feathers on the back of the golden robe were broken off at the root, and the three crimson runes on the chest were glaringly bright.

"A demonic roc?!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened, and the scene abruptly changed!

From the shadows of the rock face, Huang Shang's hunched figure slowly emerged, his withered hands gripping a square cauldron.

The blood-red chain hanging from his cuffs was tightening around the neck of another familiar and graceful figure.

"Master Yan!?"

The foreseeable scene is like a shattered mirror.

"The 'Cute Head Technique' actually foresaw the danger of those around me? It must be related to me. Are the Nine Nether Demon Lord and Old Ghost Huang trying to use this to blackmail me?"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers quickly forming hand seals, already forming the Animal Taming Technique hand seal.

“Tracing back!”

His divine sense spread along the golden pattern imprint planted in the ancestral aperture of the demon roc, instantly traversing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The waves of the Huaihai Yizhou, the damp scent of the reefs, and the spray stirred up by the wings of the mythical roc.
Various images quickly surfaced in his consciousness.

"The Demon Roc is still alive? It seems I foresaw the impending danger, but what is the exact time of its occurrence?"

He frowned and changed his hand gestures again.

"Knowing the time is like the lines on your palm; the stars determine the destiny of the world!"

The star trails of the Time-Knowing Technique and the hexagrams of the Star Number Technique intertwine in the void, condensing into a dazzling star map about ten feet in front of him.

In the Huaihai region, a crescent moon hangs upside down in the sky like a hook.

Seven crimson stars slowly rotate along the Big Dipper's trajectory, and with each rotation, the moon's phase becomes fuller.

"The seven stars revolve seven times."

Zhao Wuji lightly tapped the star map with his finger, and the blood moon suddenly exploded, transforming into countless starlight that reassembled.

"Seven days later, the Gui water will encounter the evil spirit, which will be the time when the calamity begins! Judging from the time, it should happen in seven days?"

While Zhao Wuji was pondering, he suddenly pressed his fingers together on his temples, and the two techniques resonated like twin stars rotating.

The fragments of premonition exploded once more in the spiritual realm.

With a savage grin, the Nine Nether Demon Lord shoved the Demon Roc Golden Core into his mouth and swallowed it whole, while Huang Chang unfurled a blood-stained banner made of human skin and forcibly extracted Yan Lan's soul.
Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, a thoughtful look appearing in them.

Although the omen of blood is a terrible omen, since one has already foreseen the opportunity, the massacre that will take place seven days later becomes a usable opportunity.

If used properly, he could even use this to set an ambush and turn the tables on his opponent.

"Nine Netherworld Demon Lord, Huang Shang, since you are so eager to find me..."

His eyes narrowed, his gaze turned cold, and in the blink of an eye, he devised several ways to break the deadlock.

At that very moment, his mind suddenly became clear!
The profound and mysterious information about the immobilization technique poured in like a celestial river flowing backward, stirring up huge waves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a strange light. Suddenly, he pointed his fingers like a sword and aimed at the spiritual vein beside him.

"Certainly!"

The golden patterns on his fingertips exploded, and the surging spiritual mist within the Pot Heaven space suddenly solidified.

A drop of fourth-level spiritual essence fell from a crevice in the rock, only to come to an abrupt halt mid-air.

The iridescent light refracted on the surface of the water droplets remained frozen, as if preserved in amber. Even more astonishingly...

The spiritual energy that should have been dissipating was now completely locked down, even the slightest trace of its dissipation!

"It can even completely suppress the decay of spiritual energy?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly.

The immobilization spell not only immobilizes physical entities, but also seems to sever the spacetime laws of this small space-time area.

"Wow!"

Three breaths later, the stagnant spiritual tide surged forth with a roar.

The suspended spiritual essence liquid slammed down onto the rock platform with a 'plop,' and amidst the splashing sound of shattered jade, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a sharp pain between his brows.

"It consumed half of my magical power."

He sensed the spiritual light of the nascent soul within his body, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

What was just determined was merely an inanimate object; if it were to face a Nascent Soul cultivator of the same level, it would probably not even be able to sustain itself for a single breath.

"But if this technique is mastered to its fullest extent..."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, the true meaning of intercepting the Dao flowing between the seven divine wheels.

In a daze, I seemed to see a black piece fall in a chessboard full of stars, locking away the life force of the entire dragon!

"While the seven arts are powerful, they all have limitations."

Zhao Wuji stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning.

"But if we use interception as our weapon!"

He suddenly waved his sleeve, his robes billowing like clouds.

As he rapidly formed hand seals, the Dao patterns of the Flame-Spitting Technique and the Immobilization Technique intertwined on his spiritual platform, and were actually twisted into a golden rainbow by that wisp of the Dao-Intercepting True Intent.

"break!"

With a single breath, golden flames transformed into a rainbow, tearing through the sky.

"Hey!"

The spiritual fire blazed across the sky, and the technique of raging the sun was like a dragon coiling around a rainbow.

Wherever it passed, the void groaned in agony, as if it were melting thin silk, leaving it charred and cracked.

The Daoist essence of the immobilization technique was concentrated at the tip of the rainbow, completely locking in the extreme fiery power that was about to dissipate.

A wisp of three-colored Dao fire, which should have vanished in an instant, was now like a malignant tumor, stubbornly 'nailed' into the spatial rift.

"boom!"

A rainbow of molten gold swept across, and the restrictions of the Tiannan Secret Realm were scorched with spiderweb-like marks.

The embers lingered, twisting into profound Dao patterns in the void, remaining unextinguished for a long time.

"Earthly Fiends generate each other, and the Dao is used to cut off its flow. Cut off a piece of Heavenly Secret and seize a wisp of its magical power."

A look of understanding appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

The true meaning of the Intercepting Dao is like a heavenly blade hanging above the Earthly Fiend Technique.

They forcefully 'cut' out new possibilities from the originally clearly defined Earthly Fiend Mystic Arts.

"When I condense the Dao Seal and achieve the Dao Transformation."

He swept his five fingers across his palm, and the remaining Dao fire dissipated.

"The Seventy-Two Arts may very well be comparable to the Heavenly Gang Arts!"

Having mastered the seven newly learned techniques, Zhao Wuji stopped practicing and stood up, the starlight in his eyes gradually fading.

The newly learned seven arts are wonderful, but they cannot be mastered overnight. The most urgent task is to deal with the foreseen crisis immediately.
He flicked his finger, and a flash of blue light appeared. His figure darted out of the Tiannan Secret Realm like a startled swan.

"Without further ado!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the communication jade talisman flew out and emitted a cool, spiritual light in his palm.

Divine thoughts surged in like a tide, instantly conveying some of his plans to Cangyunzi and Wentian Sword Lord in the distance.

"The Nine Netherworld Demon Lord and the Old Ghost Huangshang will arrive in Huaihai and Yizhou in one month."

Not long after, the jade talisman trembled.

The spiritual fluctuations of Cang Yunzi and Wentian Sword Lord were transmitted one after another.

The two are still stationed in Tianmeng Prefecture.

"It seems I need to go to Tianmeng Prefecture first. Hopefully, I'll have enough time."

His brows furrowed slightly, and he sent another divine thought into the jade talisman, which transformed into a golden rainbow and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

This time, however, the message was sent towards the Huaihai region, warning Master Yan to be on guard.

"Whoosh!"

After doing all this, he rode away in a beam of light.

Clouds swirled around him, and his gaze swept across the mountains and rivers below like lightning. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

"inappropriate!"

The light suddenly stopped.

Zhao Wuji hovered in mid-air, his brows furrowed in thought.

Figures like Cangyunzi and Wentianjianjun are like the blazing sun in the dark night.

If they rashly leave the front line of Tianmeng Prefecture, the Nine Nether Demon Lord will likely become alert immediately upon receiving reports from numerous spies.

At that time, this foreseen future crisis will likely change ahead of schedule, leaving him no chance to set a trap.

"If you're going to set an ambush and eliminate the enemy completely, you can't alert them."

He pondered deeply.

"Then let's feign an attack on one side while secretly advancing on the other!"

His eyes flashed with determination, and he suddenly formed a hand seal with his five fingers, causing the black hair behind his head to move without any wind.

Two strands of hair snapped off instantly, coiling around the fingertips and transforming into two mysterious runes. As the runes flashed with spiritual light, the surrounding clouds and mist surged violently.

Two blurry figures stepped out of the void, their outlines gradually becoming clearer.

"Disguise!"

Zhao Wuji's magic technique suddenly changed, and with a clear shout, his fingers emitted a dazzling golden light.

The two figures suddenly twisted, their flesh and blood were reshaped, their bones creaked, and in an instant their appearances were completely changed.

The man on the left has snow-white eyebrows and a long beard, and he gently sways his whisk; he is the same ethereal and otherworldly figure that Cang Yunzi usually portrays.

The man on the right was carrying a sword and hovering in the air. The sword energy between his brows soared to the sky, and the sharp aura he exuded was exactly the same as the sword intent of the Sword Lord Wentian, who was "unyielding and would rather break than bend".

"go with!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji unleashed a torrent of Nascent Soul power, pouring it into his two clones.

In an instant, the clone's aura surged, its spiritual pressure as vast as the sea, becoming indistinguishable from the original body.

"With these two bodies in the open as substitutes, attracting attention is enough to deceive people."

He smiled faintly, and the white clouds beneath his feet were suddenly tinged with a pale golden glow.

"The Huaihai campaign should be launched by surprise."

Before he finished speaking, his two clones had already transformed into streaks of light and sped towards Tianmeng Prefecture at his command.

Amidst the veil of clouds and mist, the auras of the two clones were indistinguishable from those of Cang Yunzi and Wentian Sword Lord. As long as they did not act rashly, they were practically identical.

After doing all this, he made hand seals, his spiritual light completely dissipated, and like a gentle breeze, he quietly drifted towards Yizhou in Huaihai.
(End of this chapter)