Immortals of the End Times

Huaihai Yizhou.

An isolated island lies like a green snail amidst raging waves, where countless snow-capped waves crash against the reefs with thunderous roars, exploding into thousands of clusters of jade flowers on the crescent-shaped beach.

"Swish! Swish!"

As the tide surged and receded, Zhao Wuji leaned against the clouds, his robes flowing like drifting clouds.

A blood moon flickered in his eyes, his double pupils piercing through the misty sea fog, locking onto the giant bowl-shaped ring volcano in the heart of the island.

At the edge of the crater, Yan Lan gently pressed her hand against the Zhenhai Stele, her black hair flying wildly in the heat waves from the earth's veins.

The ancient resonance between the inscription and the depths of the volcano echoed in her mind.

She transmitted her thoughts to Zhao Wuji, saying, "Nephew, the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great here should be the legendary Liangzhou Tripod, the mountain tripod."

"I have cultivated here for eight years and have established a preliminary connection with this cauldron. This cauldron has nurtured my cultivation for nearly eight years, and now, with the power of its mountains, I have finally broken through and entered the Nascent Soul stage."

Her eyes flashed slightly, and her face shone brightly in the reflection of the lava: "Based on my observations over the years, this cauldron has suppressed the earth's veins for three thousand years. If we forcibly take it, it may cause an upheaval in the four seas and changes in the earth's veins across the nine provinces."
It may require the right timing, a perfect harmony of heaven and earth, before human effort can bring victory.

"Oh? So it's a perfect storm of timing and location?"

The clouds suddenly churned.

"Does this mean I must change the timing of events, or foresee the opportune moment when I can seize the cauldron?"

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal with his fingers together, gathering starlight. Seven stars leaped out from his sleeve, instantly outlining the Zhou Tian Gua Pan (a divination plate) in the void.

The intersecting star trails revealed the image of the Nine Palaces Flying Stars.

"Knowing the time is like observing the lines on your palm; the stars and numbers determine the fate of the world."

His eyes suddenly lit up; the seasonal cycle of the Time-Knowing Technique appeared in his left eye, while the destiny trajectory of the Astrology Technique was reflected in his right eye.

Where the two beams of light converged, the void suddenly twisted and shattered, revealing a turbulent and unpredictable river of time.

Each wave in the river represents a moment in time, and at this moment it reflects the flickering flames of lava deep within the volcano, with the faint silhouette of a giant cauldron visible.

The tripod legs were deeply embedded in the earth's veins, and as the magma flickered, they revealed the changing seasons.

At the vernal equinox, azure clouds entwine the cauldron; at the summer solstice, crimson flames encircle the feet; at the autumnal equinox, golden energy locks the chains; and at the winter solstice, black ice seals the town.

"It turns out that the earth's veins nurtured this cauldron, and the cauldron also calmed the earth's veins, preventing them from becoming agitated. I see."

A blood moon appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes, revealing his understanding of illusion.

The tripod legs resembled the gnarled roots of an old tree, intertwined with the earth's spiritual energy to form a network.

Whenever the azure light flows around the cauldron, the phantom images of mountains and rivers appear on its belly, and the earth's spiritual energy also becomes three parts calmer.

"The cauldron stabilizes the earth's veins without diminishing its power, and the earth nurtures the cauldron's spirit without diminishing its might. What a wondrous and ever-renewing balance!"
"I wonder if it's possible to use the Daoist principles of interception to seize the power of the earth, to extract a sliver of heavenly secrets, and directly take the cauldron without causing any disturbance to the earth's veins?"

He abruptly ended the spell, his eyes gleaming with Daoist charm.

Over the years, he has traveled throughout the nine provinces, guiding the flow of energy through the earth's veins, and has long since grasped the wonders of how the earth's veins operate.

The earth's energy, though seemingly chaotic, actually follows a rhythm and cadence, much like human breathing.

The reason Liangzhou obtained the cauldron was that it resonated with the breathing of the earth's veins throughout the Nine Provinces.

He performed a hand seal and guided the energy through the earth's veins. In an instant, a burst of spiritual light appeared around his body, like thousands of golden threads hanging down to the earth.

"disease!"

With a soft shout, golden threads, like a net, disappeared into the earth's strata.

One could see the earth's spiritual energy surging like a dragon, and every 360 cycles of breathing would bring a moment of strange 'meditation'.

At this moment, the connection between the earth's veins and the cauldron is at its loosest, much like the ebb and flow of the tide. At this moment, the energy of heaven and earth reveals a subtle flaw.

The earth's veins flow like rivers, and its stillness resembles a bay.

Even if you take a ladleful of water, it will not diminish the surging momentum of the river!
If one could capture the fleeting 'mountain's breath' during the earth's veins' breathing, it might be possible to alter the timing and directly seize the cauldron.

"cut!!"

He suddenly pressed his finger to his brow, and the true meaning of intercepting the Dao suddenly erupted between the seven divine wheels.

The Dao trace, resembling a sword yet not quite a sword, burst forth with dazzling golden light, forcefully severing a three-inch rift in the river of time.

Through the cracks, one can see that whenever the azure glow of the tripod reaches its peak, a wisp of primordial yellow energy flashes by in the earth's veins, appearing and disappearing like a swimming fish.

The aura was as heavy as a mountain, yet as ethereal as smoke.

It is the legendary 'Mountain Meditation'!
"What a fleeting moment of stillness! No wonder it requires the right timing."

The Daoist aura in his eyes was like a dragon coiled around a pillar, and the true meaning of the Dao had transformed into countless golden threads.

Each golden thread is wrapped with an understanding of the movement of Qi in the earth's veins.

Many clues converge in the Mirror of the Dao Heart, ultimately revealing the key to everything.

"So-called opportune time is nothing more than the perfect moment of rest!"

Now that we know this principle, why wait in vain?

"Using a line drawn from the sky as a guide."

The golden thread formed from the Daoist essence suddenly straightened, like a fishing line plunging into a volcano.

"Take the land based on your strategic advantage!"

The seven divine wheels between his brows spun rapidly, guiding and searching for qi, imprinting the profound trajectory of the earth's veins onto his spiritual platform.

The trajectory of each stream of spiritual energy is clearly reflected in the Mirror of the Dao Heart.

If anyone could perceive the shifting of the earth's energy at this moment, they would be astonished to discover it.

The golden threads precisely wrapped around the earth's veins during the brief moment of 'expelling the old and taking in the new,' moving through the gaps in the flow of spiritual energy like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

"rise!"

With a low shout from Zhao Wuji, his tongue thundered like spring thunder, and the golden threads suddenly tightened.

The entire volcano trembled violently under the astonished expressions of Yan Lan and the Demon Peng Sect Master.

The ancient ice on the rock face, which had remained frozen for thousands of years, cracked inch by inch, and crimson magma could be seen and hidden in the cracks.

In ancient times, there was a story of Jiang Taigong fishing with a straight hook, waiting for those who were willing to take the bait!
Now, Zhao Wuji has intercepted the road and fished for the cauldron, causing the cauldron to shake and the mountains to tremble!

Just as the earth shook, Zhao Wuji suddenly drew a line with both fingers.

The golden threads trembled gently like harp strings, releasing just the right amount of pressure.

"The time is right for us, why rush?"

His eyes were as deep as a pool, and although the threads formed from the true meaning of the Dao of Interception did not continue to tighten, they had already quietly taken root deep in the earth's veins like a spider web, but he did not immediately take the cauldron.

Once the Nine Nether Demon Lord and the other fish take the bait, the breath will reappear, and then the fisherman will haul in his net and take the cauldron!
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji sent out a divine sense.

"Master, please wait for the right time. Continue as usual and do not reveal any flaws. Just pretend I was never here."

The divine thought transmission accurately landed in Yan Lan's sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, two jade talismans in his sleeve lit up one after another, turning into streams of light and disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

Seven hundred miles away, atop a solitary peak shrouded in sea mist.

Cang Yunzi lightly swept his whisk, and the Ziwei Destiny Plate in front of him suddenly rippled.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, rest assured, I have made full preparations."

The old man raised his snow-white eyebrows slightly, smiled and nodded, and unfurled a scroll.

The scroll depicts the flow of spiritual energy throughout the entire Huaihai Yizhou region.

One of the reefs was flashing with blood-red light; it was the isolated island where the Liangzhou Cauldron was located.

On the other side of the strait, the Sword Master Wentian stood with his hands behind his back on the reef, while the Sword Ancestor Qilin beside him had transformed into the form of an ancient and ordinary flying sword, with sword energy condensing into an invisible sword domain three zhang around him.

Suddenly, a jade talisman flew through the air and hovered three inches between the eyebrows of the Sword Lord Wentian.

"good."

He ran his fingers along the rune, a sharp, cold smile curving his lips.

The ambush they set up together with Zhao Wuji is now complete; it's time to wait for the prey to come to them.

Above the clouds, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his blood-red double pupils reflecting the surging waves below.

"disease!"

He made a guiding hand gesture with his fingers, and the seven divine wheels between his eyebrows suddenly spun around, like seven stars in a row.

In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth seemed to receive a decree, and the spiritual energy from all directions transformed into thousands of golden threads that fell down.

"Wow!!"

The waters of the East China Sea suddenly boiled, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand. Countless energies, like silver-scaled fish, leaped out of the water, refracting a mesmerizing halo under the moonlight.

Zhao Wuji summoned the Yangzhou Cauldron, which hung between the sea and sky. The dragon-shaped patterns on the cauldron lit up one after another, drawing in water from all directions as it swirled in and out.

Three hundred miles to the east, a thousand-year-old black tortoise was seen exhaling and inhaling water mist, each ripple subtly matching the rhythm of the tides.

Among the reefs stretching 420 li to the west, schools of silver-scaled fish gather and disperse in an instant, their scales shimmering like shifting stars.

In the deep sea trenches to the south, the sleeping giant Kun slowly turned over, stirring up the undercurrents for hundreds of miles like a dragon turning over.
"rise!"

Zhao Wuji made hand seals with his fingers, and the guiding technique produced golden threads that fell like a net from the sky.

The spiritual energy from the erupting underwater volcano was forcibly extracted and fused with the tidal power within the cauldron to form profound spiritual patterns.

"The earth's veins are like warp, and the water's ripples are like weft."

A Daoist aura flowed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the Yangzhou Cauldron suddenly tilted upside down.

The mist spewing from the cauldron was no longer spiritual mist, but rather a solidified, azure Daoist aura.

These Taoist principles, interwoven with guiding golden threads, coalesced into a vast, thousand-mile-long network between the sea and sky.

It's like a net that covers the sky and the earth.

Each golden thread was wrapped with the rhythmic energy of a living being:

The sharp, metallic aura of a swordfish breaking through the waves.

The essence of Yi wood that is released and released from the coral reef.

The essence of fire gushing forth from the deep-sea hot springs.
"Wow!!"

Suddenly, the Yangzhou tripod emitted a blinding blue light.

Even the life and death cycles of those tiny planktonic organisms were now manifesting as a complete tidal map within the cauldron.

It's like a world in a grain of sand, and a universe in a cauldron!

"What a magnificent and ever-changing weather!"

He suddenly made a hand seal with his fingers together, casting a spell to freeze the person in place, and the incantation he uttered was as loud as a thunderclap.

"Certainly!"

A single word of truth fell like thunder from the heavens, freezing the entire seafront in an instant.

Countless pulsating energy trajectories were frozen in place, as if sealed in amber.

this moment!
The various phenomena of the East China Sea are vividly displayed, and the waterways stretching for thousands of miles are all within your grasp.

The Yangzhou Ding hummed in the void, and the tidal patterns on its body lit up one after another, imprinting the thousands of waves and myriad strands of energy onto the Dao diagram on the belly of the ding.

"Wow!"

In less than half a breath, the frozen world was suddenly unsealed.

The instant the immobilization spell dissipated, all the energy and movement transformed into golden threads, which followed the trajectory of the guiding technique and disappeared into the Yangzhou Cauldron.

"Now that the bait has been laid..."

Zhao Wuji lightly flicked his sleeves, a trace of fatigue appearing between his brows. Azure spiritual mist spewed from the mouth of the Yangzhou cauldron, and the depleted spiritual power was instantly replenished by the essence of the tide.

"Then we await the fish leaping over the dragon gate!"

As he made a hand seal, the illusion technique was activated, and the contours of his face rippled like water.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Lan's voluptuous and graceful figure was fully revealed.

From her slender waist to the breathtaking curves of her chest, even the strand of red hair among her black hair and the fiery pattern between her collarbones are perfectly proportioned.

"Senior Uncle, please ascend to the clouds!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished transmitting his message, Yan Lan, who was far away, understood and gracefully flew up into the clouds amidst the astonished gaze of the demon roc.

As the clouds dispersed, the beautiful senior disciple saw her own reflection clearly and couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth: "Junior niece, your transformation technique is truly amazing."

Her phoenix eyes swept over 'her own' chest, and her cheeks flushed instantly: "You're not allowed to touch me like that."

"Uncle-Master, you jest. Wouldn't that be like self-touching?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled. As he rolled up his sleeves, a blue light from the heavens descended like a curtain, completely engulfing Yan Lan's figure.

As the clouds gathered again, the voluptuous figure gracefully landed back on the edge of the volcano, the fragrance emanating from her skirt identical to that of the original.

The demon roc not far away had not noticed anything amiss.

Zhao Wuji didn't intend to notify or remind this hairy beast, lest the guy's acting skills be subpar and create a flaw.

Although this foolish bird has submitted, it is still a demon in nature. If it knew the danger of this situation, it might reveal its true colors.

Even at this moment, the portals to the Pot Heaven Space within his sleeves were open, deliberately releasing the blood talisman aura from Yan Lan to merge with his own aura, in order to prevent Huang Shang, who was familiar with Yan Lan, from noticing.

Meanwhile, in Yizhou, East China Sea, raging waves surged.

"boom!"

A jet-black dragon burst forth from the sea, its scales radiating spiritual light and creating towering waves.

On the back of the dragon, two figures stood against the wind.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord stood with his hands behind his back at the dragon's reverse scale, the Nine Nether Chains wrapped around his body rattling, and the blood-red demonic pattern between his brows exhaling greedy Daoist rhymes.

Huang Shang stood hunched over at the dragon's neck, three small bronze tripods inside his sleeves gleaming with an eerie light, revealing a scene.

The outline of the reef islands, faintly visible in the sea fog over the Huaihai Plain, suddenly appears in the picture.

"Lord Greed Demon, your divine sense truly reaches the heavens!"

Huang Shang suddenly chuckled sinisterly, "Not only have we found the whereabouts of the Liangzhou Cauldron, but we've also unexpectedly discovered the whereabouts of my traitorous disciple. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

"Don't be careless."

The demonic flames of fury flickered in the eyes of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, who said coldly, "I'm afraid that before I can shoot down the eagle, I'll be pecked in the eye instead."

He suddenly gripped the chains wrapped around the demonic dragon's horns, and demonic energy soared into the sky amidst the dragon's roar: "That brat possesses a supreme treasure. His Heavenly Pot Technique is elusive, and his other seventy-two Earthly Fiend Techniques are also unpredictable. Even if we lure him out of his hole, we might not be able to capture him!"

"If we need to persuade the Ancestral Demon Lord..." Huang Chang glanced sideways with his cloudy eyes.

"presumptuous!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly roared, his demonic power causing a ring-shaped wave to explode on the sea. His demonic voice was chilling and piercing, "Fellow Daoist Huang, do you really want to see me make another sacrifice?"

Flooding demonic energy from the seven orifices of the Netherworld surged forth, condensing behind him into a hideous phantom of a greedy demon: "Don't forget that you still need six more of the three cauldrons you possess!"

"Hehehe, Demon Lord, rest assured."

Suddenly, a cauldron rang out from Huang Chang's sleeve, and three small cauldron phantoms rotated above his head, their eyes revealing a hint of amusement.

"I will certainly do my utmost, not only to seize the cauldron."

His hunched figure appeared and disappeared amidst the spray, a hint of madness flashing in his turbid eyes: "To share the burden of the Ancestral Demon Lord!"

"Roar!!"

The abyssal dragon suddenly roared, increased its speed, and sped towards the direction of Yizhou in Huaihai.

Ten thousand miles away, at the very bottom of the Nine Nether Abyss.

The viscous, viscous demonic energy churned, and suddenly a vertical pupil covered with coin-shaped patterns opened in the abyss.

The compound eyes of the Demon of Greed, through the writhing demonic patterns between the brows of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, transformed the Daoist essence of greed into countless threads of vision.

Following Huang Chang's greed for the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great, it spread outwards like a spider web, observing all directions.

"Second son"

The chains rattled, and the greedy demon's thoughts reverberated through the abyss: "This time, let those little insects taste what a true scheme within a scheme is!"

The six scarlet demon eyes of the Demon of Wrath lit up at the same time, and demonic flames condensed into runes of the "Wrathful Karmic Fire Spell" in the eye sockets: "That variable relied on the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques to anticipate the enemy's moves, but he did not know that the years we have lived are more than the stars he has seen!"
How could they not know the profound mysteries of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Technique? They simply hadn't learned it.

Before the demonic sound had even faded, four ancient roars suddenly came from the bottom of the altar.

Four distorted demonic faces appeared on the surface of the altar, which was made of viscous magic liquid.

These are the other four Ancestral Demons who were sealed away!

"Brother, be careful!"

"Even an ant can stir up the Heavenly Dao once."

"It will definitely trigger a second one!"

"At that time, we will..."

Four demonic sounds intertwined like rolling thunder, causing the rock walls of the abyss to crumble and peel away.

The Demon of Greed's thousand-foot-tall body suddenly split open with countless gigantic mouths, each spewing out a suffocating, putrid miasma: "Ridiculous! Last time, I was careless and failed to set up the 'Myriad Desires Covering the Sky Formation' to isolate the secrets of heaven."

Its golden scales rustled as its hundred legs gripped the altar tightly, and Zhao Wuji's phantom image was reflected in its demonic eyes: "This time, as long as he dares to attract the Heavenly Dao..."

"I will not even give him a chance to resist!"

The viscous magical liquid suddenly boiled, and countless giant mouths covered with sharp teeth burst open from the rotting flesh, spewing out the viscous, paste-like "Myriad Desires Corrupting Immortal Miasma".

Within each wisp of miasma floats the frenzied obsessions of all living beings, coalescing in the void into a sky-covering array.

The array patterns pulsated like blood vessels, causing chaos and confusion in the heavenly secrets above the Nine Netherworlds.

On the pulsating demonic heart within the Demon of Wrath's chest, a million faces simultaneously revealed ferocious grins: "Once we seize the supreme treasure, the Yin-Yang Pearl, we'll break the seal."

Its six arms suddenly unfurled, and crimson lotuses of karmic fire bloomed in its palms: "This world should rightfully belong to us, the six great ancestral demons."

"Sharing the blood feast! Demon! Lord! Heaven! World!"

The last four words materialized, resembling incantations, and even dispersed a significant portion of the turbid energy above the Nine Netherworlds.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the edge of the volcano, Yan Lan, who was actually Zhao Wuji, stood with his hands behind his back, his crimson Taoist robe fluttering in the heat.

The Yangzhou cauldron hung silently in his sleeve, its body adorned with dragon-head patterns that seemed to exhale and exhale the subtle power of the tides.

"Ok?"

His fingertips suddenly trembled slightly, and the golden threads of the guiding technique fell from his sleeve and disappeared into the southeastern sea.

Three hundred feet below the surface, a vast and boundless aura resonated with the undercurrents, each ripple echoing the rhythm of the "Deep Sea Dragon Transformation Technique."

"Deep Sea Dragon"

The Yangzhou cauldron suddenly trembled slightly in his sleeve. Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and analyzed that there were two other familiar fluctuations entwined in that aura.

The demonic energy of the Netherworld, like a bone-deep infection, and a trace of decaying Daoist charm that sends chills down your spine.

"Nine Netherworld Demon Lord, Old Ghost Huang, you've arrived just in time."

Zhao Wuji lowered his eyes slightly, and his divine sense suddenly and silently swept out to notify Cang Yunzi, Wentian Sword Lord, and Qilin Sword Ancestor who were lying in ambush not far away.

"boom!!"

The waters of the East China Sea suddenly burst open, and the thousand-foot-high wave wall collapsed as if the sky were falling.

A demonic dragon the size of a mountain burst forth from the sea, its dark blue scales and claws tearing through the sky.

Thick, magical liquid seeped from the crevices of each dragon scale, corroding the seawater and creating countless boiling holes.

"Roar!!"

Amidst the roar of a dragon, the Nine Nether Demon Lord's hundred-foot-tall demonic body shattered the peaks of the waves.

The twisted demonic mark between his brows suddenly split open, revealing three angry vertical pupils.

The demonic aura, like solid blood, dripped from his eye sockets, staining even the sunlight a murky dark red wherever it passed.

"Demon Roc!! You traitor, do you still remember me?!"

A demonic sound exploded, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, and the sound wave shattered the rocks within a ten-mile radius into dust.

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden feathers suddenly stood on end, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"Demon Lord!?"

Before it could even cast a spell, nine chains of the Netherworld, bound by greed and desire, had already broken through the air and arrived.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The demonic soul at the end of the chain howled and gnawed at the void, causing the void within three zhang around the demonic roc to crack inch by inch like glass.

"No! Demon Lord, spare me!!"

It hastily spread its wings, and its six golden feathers, representing its life force, shone with dazzling golden light like a peacock spreading its tail.

However, the golden light had only shone for half an inch when the three scarlet death nails fell into the sky like a blood moon, the tips of which lit up with the 'Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Heart Curse'.

"Puff puff!"

Blood mist exploded simultaneously from Yao Peng's brow, throat, and dantian.

The moment the nail pierced the body, what spewed from its seven orifices was no longer blood, but a viscous, asphalt-like demonic fire.

"boom!!"

The once ferocious and powerful demon king's body flew through the air like tattered cotton, crashing into the hundred-foot cliff.

The rock strata cracked like a spider web, and as the golden feather broke, stone chips flew everywhere.

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes were unfocused, reflecting the hunched figure that had drifted down from the back of the demonic dragon.

"My good disciple, today, your master will cleanse the sect!"

Huang Shang lightly stroked a blood-red flag and sneered. The Dao patterns on the flag twisted and rolled, like living creatures wriggling, and suddenly transformed into a blood-red shackle that stretched for hundreds of feet and broke through the air.

Each crimson rune on the chain seemed to wail like a vengeful ghost, causing the sea to boil wherever it passed, with countless bubbles bursting into a foul-smelling blood mist.

It was none other than the renowned "Blood Talisman Scripture".

"Blood Talisman Soul Lock!"

Huang Chang's cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. With a hand seal, the blood-red shackles, like a blood python, wrapped with a suffocating Nascent Soul pressure and went straight for "Yan Lan".

The reef instantly cracked, creating a huge crater ten feet deep in the sea.

Yan Lan's black hair danced wildly, and the blood-red chains behind her were already three inches away.

Yan Lan's figure suddenly faded like ink in a painting.

"you"

Huang Shang's hunched body suddenly stiffened, and all that remained in his vision was a finger covered with pale gold Dao patterns, which rapidly magnified in his pupils.

"Certainly!"

The Daoist shout rang out like a heavenly bell shattering the nine heavens!
"Click!!"

The area within a radius of twenty feet suddenly fell into an eerie stillness.

The shooting blood-red chains froze and hovered, while the splashing spray formed a curtain of crystal beads.

The hem of Huang Shang's flowing robe froze into solid iron, and even the grains of sand that had fallen from her eyelids hovered in front of her eyelashes.

His nascent soul, its spiritual light trembling wildly, was now like an insect trapped in amber, struggling futilely within the golden patterns of Daoist rhyme.

Every struggle resulted in spiderweb-like bloodstains bursting beneath the skin, yet it could not break free from this confinement, colder than the most frigid iron in the netherworld.

Just as he was about to struggle with all his might, Zhao Wuji turned cold and uttered a single word.

"ban!"

This second whisper was like a judge's vermilion brush marking a decision.

The Qi-sealing technique, combined with the immobilization technique, creates a double lock.

Huang Shang immediately felt as if his primordial spirit had fallen into an ice cave, and even his thinking began to sluggish. A strong threat of death, which he had never felt in a thousand years, surged into his heart.

Almost simultaneously, a staggering bolt of lightning, accompanied by a chilling sword light, struck in an instant.

"Boom!!"

The instant the Thunderclap Spear pierced his body, thousands of lightning bolts refracted from the ice crystals illuminated the entire sea area in a bluish-white light.
(End of this chapter)