newbobooks Chapter 1169 Night
Chapter 1169 Night
Taiyu Star Abyss, one of the 128 Star Abysses of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, possesses a foundation and strength in no way inferior to Taiyuan Star Abyss. Within the Star Abyss, the immortal mountains stretch like a dormant dragon, the immortal rivers meander like flowing jade ribbons, and countless True Immortal-level continents, brimming with immortal spiritual energy, are scattered throughout the void like stars. Interspersed among them are numerous Golden Immortal-level continents, with faint halos of immortality lingering around their edges, silently demonstrating the unfathomable foundation of Taiyu Star Abyss.
In the heart of the Star Abyss stands an ancient and magnificent celestial palace—the Xuan Ye Palace. The palace is entirely forged from star-refined gold, the stellar power within reflecting a chilling luster in the void, seemingly capable of piercing the darkness. The roof is covered by an eternally burning Netherworld Fire, its eerie blue flames flickering with an aura capable of incinerating immortals and destroying even celestial gold. Lifelike black dragon reliefs coil around the beams and pillars, each scale distinct, shimmering with a world-destroying light, their eyes seeming to roar with thunder. From afar, the entire palace resembles a dormant, ancient black dragon, exuding a suffocating majesty that even the chaotic void bows low, daring not to utter a sound.
"boom......"
A deafening roar erupted within the council hall deep within the Xuan Ye Palace. A lustrous communication talisman was slammed to the ground by the eighteenth prince, clad in a black dragon robe. The talisman shattered instantly, dissolving into countless specks of light, its contained message vanishing as if it had never existed. The eighteenth prince's handsome face was now filled with malevolence. His once deep, starry eyes were now bloodshot, veins spreading like spiderwebs, as if magma were churning within them. The surging malevolent energy around him almost materialized, transforming into a ferocious beast that roared within the hall, like a completely enraged monster. A flame, burning deep within its eyes, seemed to devour everything, even scorching the golden stone floor of the hall with blackened marks.
"Qianye!"
The eighteenth prince's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, as if it came from the deepest abyss, instantly freezing the air in the hall and stopping the celestial banners hanging on the walls from fluttering, exuding a deathly chill.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a black light flashed like lightning, piercing the void and silently landing in the shadows not far from the Eighteenth Prince. The light dissipated, revealing a young man in black. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, standing there like a peerless spear, its sharpness concealed yet harboring deadly intent; his face was handsome but bloodless, like a jade sculpture, devoid of any life, except for his pure, unfathomable black eyes, as if capable of swallowing all light. His aura was extremely restrained, blending seamlessly with the surrounding shadows; only the occasional flash of cold light revealed that he was no benevolent being, but rather a peerless, deadly blade sheathed, destined to draw blood.
"My subordinate is here."
Qianye Jinxian bowed slightly, his movements fluid and graceful, neither humble nor arrogant. His voice was calm and emotionless, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind. Even the Eighteenth Prince's rage could not stir a ripple in his eyes, like a block of ancient ice.
The eighteenth prince slowly turned around, his crimson eyes fixed on Qianye, a gaze that seemed to pierce through him. His tone carried an unquestionable command, each word seemingly laced with venom: "Qianye, go to that Hongmeng Immortal Realm. If that Hongmeng brat is sensible enough to submit to me, bring him back, and I will not mistreat him; if he is unwilling, then send that Hongmeng brat on his way, let him know that the consequence of choosing the wrong side is utter destruction!"
"Yes, I obey!"
A cold glint flashed in Qianye Jinxian's dark eyes, like an icicle slicing through a cold pool, gone in an instant. He responded respectfully, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable resolve.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a wisp of pale ink-colored smoke, silently merging into the shadows within the hall and disappearing without a trace, as if he had never existed. Only a faint, eerie aura lingered in the air, chilling and piercing, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
The Eighteenth Prince gazed in the direction where Qianye had disappeared, his clenched fists slowly loosening, a sinister glint flashing in his crimson eyes: "Hongmeng brat, I hope you don't make a mistake. What the Thirteenth Prince can give you, I can give you too, even more... But if you insist on standing on his side, then don't blame me for being ruthless and turning you and the forces behind you into dust."
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Chaos does not keep track of years, and eight hundred billion years have passed quietly.
The Primordial Immortal Realm, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Within a garden spanning millions of miles, exotic flowers and rare herbs abound, all spiritual roots and immortal plants born from chaos and bathed in primordial purple energy, each exuding a rich Daoist aura. Some petals are adorned with pale golden runes, forming simple chapters of the Great Dao, scattering Daoist essence as they tremble in the breeze, sprouting new spiritual herbs upon landing; others drip crystalline immortal essence from their leaves, containing pure life force, falling onto the jade soil with a crisp "tinkling" sound, each note as melodious as the sounds of the Dao; a gentle breeze stirs, causing the plants to sway, emitting clear and resonant sounds like the sounds of the Dao, cleansing the surrounding chaotic energy and making this space even purer.
Inside a central white jade pavilion, Su Mo leaned back on a long stone bench, his posture languid yet exuding elegance. In his hands he held a glass cup, the celestial tea within emerald green, its leaves unfurling as if alive, releasing a refreshing fragrance amidst the rising steam. This tea was carefully brewed using the ninth-grade immortal-level rare treasure, Enlightenment Immortal Sprout, and infused with Chaos True Water; each sip could cleanse the mind and spirit, aiding in the comprehension of the ultimate principles of the Great Dao, even allowing a ninth-grade Golden Immortal to make progress.
On the stone table before him lay an ancient, yellowed book, its pages worn but imbued with a sense of antiquity and weight. The cover bore no words, only a faint, dark yellow mark, like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation. The pages did not record techniques or supernatural powers, but rather secrets of the early days of the ancient immortal realm, the words carrying the weight of countless years, as if recounting the rise and fall of eons.
Su Mo gently twirled the teacup between his fingertips, his gaze falling on a certain page of the ancient book. A faint smile played on his lips, and his aura blended with the Daoist charm of the garden, serene and timeless.
The next second...
"Om..."
A faint hum resounded above the stone table, and a hazy, chaotic light suddenly burst forth. The light was not intense, but it carried an aura of annihilation, causing the surrounding air to stagnate slightly. When the light dissipated, a miniature figure, about three inches tall, appeared out of thin air on the stone table.
His entire body was covered in shattered, dark gold immortal armor, cracked and riddled with deep claw marks and sword wounds that revealed bone. The dark red blood had long since dried, yet still emitted a pungent, bloody stench. His body was curled up, his head bowed, his hair disheveled and plastered to his pale face. His breath was so weak it was almost imperceptible, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if he might be annihilated at any moment. Even so, a trace of resentment and venom remained deep in his eyes as he stared intently at Su Mo, revealing the arrogance and madness of a quasi-Immortal King.
"Another second-tier Quasi-Immortal King."
Su Mo put down the glass cup, his gaze falling on the miniature figure, a meaningful smile curving his lips.
This is the third Quasi-Immortal King he has suppressed in the past 480 billion years—one first-order Quasi-Immortal King and two second-order Quasi-Immortal Kings.
"If we kill all three quasi-immortal kings, even if we can't gather all the immortal true spirits needed to break through to the seventh-grade perfect golden immortal in one go, it shouldn't be too far off."
Leaving aside the first-tier Quasi-Immortal King, neither of the two second-tier Quasi-Immortal Kings was inferior to Ancestor Qingyuan in cultivation. In particular, the previous second-tier Quasi-Immortal King had reached the peak of the second-tier Quasi-Immortal King realm, only one step away from the third-tier Quasi-Immortal King realm.
As he spoke, Su Mo waved his long sleeve, and a pale purple Primordial Purple Qi surged out from his sleeve, coiling around the miniature figure like a serpent, taking him into the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain, where he would keep company with the other two Quasi-Immortal Kings.
Soon, the stone table returned to calm, with only the pages of the ancient books turning gently in the breeze, making a soft "rustling" sound, as if whispering ancient secrets.
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Time flies, and another 60 billion years have quietly passed.
On this day, violent spatial ripples suddenly appeared at the boundary of the Hongmeng World, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake. Layer upon layer of ripples spread outwards, and even the sturdy spatial barriers trembled slightly.
"Whoosh..."
A black light, like lightning tearing through the night, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, instantly pierced through the chaotic airflow and landed steadily outside the primordial world in the blink of an eye. The light dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man in black.
He stood tall and straight, like an ancient pine tree growing in the depths of the underworld, aloof and cold; his face was handsome but bloodless, as if all life had been drained from him, with only time etching an eternal freeze on his face; his eyes were as black as ink, as deep as two black holes in the universe, capable of swallowing all the light around him, including sight and divine thoughts.
"Damn it, how could it be that old man Qianye..."