newbobooks Chapter 1141 Suppressing a Rank 9 Golden Immortal
Chapter 1141 Suppressing a Rank 9 Golden Immortal
Ancestor Zixu's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of. A warning from the deepest recesses of his immortal soul surged forth like a tsunami. It felt as if an ancient demon god, existing since the dawn of the immortal realm, was staring at him across the endless void, his gaze as cold as eternal ice, as indifferent as the primordial chaos, devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an irresistible, crushing force, intent on uprooting the foundation he had painstakingly built over countless millennia, even grinding his immortal soul into dust!
This is definitely not an illusion.
He had cultivated all his way from a lowly cultivator to the perfect ninth-grade Golden Immortal realm, experiencing the dangers of the collapsing Star Abyss, passing the life-or-death test of the Immortal Tribulation Thunder Punishment, and witnessing the destruction of the abyss and the annihilation of the domain when Quasi-Immortal Kings confronted each other. But he had never felt such a strong sense of crisis before. It was a kind of despair that was about to bring great calamity and there was no way to avoid it. It was as if the entire Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was collapsing and was about to devour him and the Zixu Heavenly Palace together, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
"What...what exactly is going on?"
Ancestor Zixu's face paled, and his body beneath his immortal robes trembled uncontrollably. His hands moved rapidly, his fingertips tracing patterns in the void, each pattern containing the primordial power of a ninth-rank Golden Immortal. These patterns wove together into a three-zhang-wide divination net before him, attempting to unravel the ins and outs of this catastrophic crisis. However, within his sea of consciousness, the rules of the Great Dao were in complete chaos; all his deductions were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, returning only a chaotic, lifeless silence, unable to capture even a trace of useful information.
at this time......
"Crack... Crack..."
A crisp, shattering sound, like glass breaking, echoed from all around the Purple Void Immortal Palace. It was the sound of the "Ninefold Purple Void Divine Thunder Array," a formation he had painstakingly built using eighty-one ninth-grade Golden Immortal-level rare treasures—ninth-grade Thunder Source Pearls—as its core. This array was incredibly powerful, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a first-tier Quasi-Immortal King. Yet now, it was like glass struck by a heavy hammer. Starting from the palace doors, spiderweb-like cracks spread at a visible speed, the purple lightning patterns extinguished one after another, and the lightning light dimmed like a flickering candle. In less than a breath, the entire protective array completely collapsed, turning into countless purple crystal fragments that fell softly onto the lotus platform, stirring up fine dust. Even the core essence of the Thunder Source Pearls was shattered.
The next second...
"Puff..."
The void suddenly tore open, a jet-black rift stretching across the entire Immortal Palace, its edges swirling with distorted spatial currents. A colossal hand, seemingly forged directly from primordial chaos, slowly emerged from the rift. Its palm lines flowed with the Daoist principles of creation, each knuckle seemingly containing the supreme mysteries of the Immortal Realm's birth and death, carrying the primordial rhythm of "The Dao begets one, one begets two." Before the horrified gaze of the Purple Void Ancestor, the hand continued to grow larger, blotting out the sky and enveloping the entire Purple Void Immortal Palace in a thick shadow. Even the myriad purple hairs were forcefully pressed back into the void, losing their former luster.
"Ah...this power...quasi...quasi-Immortal King! This is the power of a Quasi-Immortal King! And it's not even a first-order Quasi-Immortal King..." The Purple Void Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes instantly filled with fear and despair. Under that colossal hand that blotted out the sky, he, a ninth-grade perfected Golden Immortal, was like an ant on a mudflat. His Purple Void Divine Thunder automatically exploded around him, yet it couldn't even shake the air currents stirred up by the opponent's palm wind. His immortal soul was firmly locked by an invisible, immense force, his immortal power solidified within his natal immortal domain, unable to circulate. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand in resistance, and could only watch helplessly as that colossal hand, carrying the aura of annihilation, slowly pressed down upon him.
"No... what on earth is going on? How could a quasi-Immortal King attack me for no reason?"
Throughout his life, he was cautious and prudent, never easily provoking powerful forces he couldn't afford to offend. He wouldn't even confront a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal head-on, let alone a Quasi-Immortal King who looked down upon the Star Abyss. But the overwhelming, sky-covering hand before him, the Daoist aura flowing between its palm lines was unmistakable, a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal.
"This... it can't be that some old 'friend' took that step and broke through to become a Quasi-Immortal King during the 30,000 cosmic eras that I was in seclusion, can it?"
But this aura was clearly wrong, so unfamiliar that it made his heart pound. Moreover, he had only been in seclusion for 30,000 cosmic eras, not 300,000, let alone 3 million. At their level of cultivation, being able to break through a realm within 100,000 cosmic eras was already a gift from heaven.
In a mere 30,000 cosmic eras, to break through two realms from a ninth-grade Golden Immortal and advance to a second-tier Quasi-Immortal King or even stronger? That's simply a pipe dream.
If his old "friends" had that kind of ability, their Purple Void Heavenly Palace would have been destroyed countless times over!
"Senior, stop! There must be some misunderstanding..." Ancestor Zixu roared, his voice distorted with fear, abandoning even his last shred of dignity. He tried to mobilize the power of the Zixu Lotus Platform to resist, but the ninth-grade immortal artifact trembled under the pressure of the overwhelming hand, its petals curling up and unable to release even a trace of Daoist charm.
"Boom..."
With a deafening roar, like the Big Bang, the colossal hand, giving the Purple Void Ancestor no chance to explain, crashed down, shattering all the defenses of the Purple Void Immortal Palace. It grabbed him like a chicken, and the Primordial Chaos Power flowing between its fingers instantly invaded his body, binding his immortal soul and immortal realm like countless chains, sealing away his life's cultivation.
"Do not......"
The final, desperate wail was crushed in the throat by the giant hand. The colossal hand, gripping the Purple Void Ancestor and his lotus platform, retreated like a meteor back to the spatial rift. In the blink of an eye, the rift healed in the center of the Purple Void Immortal Palace, as if it had never existed, leaving only an empty ruin standing silently amidst the thunder and fire clouds.
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Millions of years later, the primordial energy within the chaotic prison of Su Mo's natal immortal domain was even more concentrated than before. On the dark black chaotic stone, divine patterns flowed, emanating an aura that suppressed eternity, sealing the space within the prison completely.
With a thought, Su Mo's consciousness sank into his natal immortal domain like a stream of purple-gold light, landing precisely deep within this prison.
Following the thirty-three high-grade Golden Immortals from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect, another sixty-five figures appeared on the other side of the prison. Each of them was weak and exhausted, and they were tightly bound to the Chaos Stone by Hongmeng Divine Patterns as thick as a child's arm, unable to move.
At the forefront, the Purple Void Ancestor's purple-gold dragon-patterned Daoist robe was now tattered, his former domineering aura completely gone. His long beard was disheveled, and the purple-gold Daoist seal between his brows was dim and lifeless, replaced by deep numbness and despair. Beside him, five eighth-rank Golden Immortals hung their heads dejectedly, their immortal armor cracked, lacking even the strength to raise their heads. Further back, eighteen seventh-rank Golden Immortals and forty-one sixth-rank Golden Immortals sat or lay down, their immortal power locked by the Primordial Chaos Divine Patterns, unable even to communicate with their divine thoughts, their eyes filled with endless gloom.
Sixty-five figures, ranging from early-stage sixth-rank Golden Immortals to perfect ninth-rank Golden Immortals, were all the high-ranking Golden Immortals from the Purple Void Heavenly Palace who could be named. At this moment, they faced the prisoners of the Profound Origin Immortal Sect across a wall of chaotic energy, their eyes filled with the same despair—they had once been powerful figures in their respective Star Abysses, but now they were prisoners, without even the right to resist.
Su Mo's divine sense swept over the sixty-five figures, his gaze lingering briefly on Ancestor Zixu. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes. It was a pity that Ancestor Zixu had been in seclusion for so many cosmic eras, yet he still had not been able to break through that threshold, remaining only a Quasi-Immortal King.
Otherwise, it would have been a certainty that his "Primordial Void Ultimate Immortal Scripture" and "Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture" would both break through to the sixth-grade perfection realm.
A first-order quasi-immortal king and a ninth-rank perfect golden immortal are only one step apart, but the difference in the immortal true spirit that can be obtained after being obliterated is more than double or triple.
"Now it all depends on my luck."
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Chaos does not remember years; time rolls through an entire century in its silent flow.
Xuanlei Star Abyss, Xuanyuan Immortal Realm.
This immortal realm, nourished by thunder for millions of cosmic eras, is one of the ten immortal realms of the Xuanlei Star Abyss and the foundation of the Xuanyuan Immortal Sect. Within the immortal realm, millions of chaotic thunder mountains stand majestically, like pillars supporting the entire immortal realm. The purple lightning and divine thunder swirling among the mountains are the foundation of Xuanyuan disciples' cultivation, containing the purest thunder elemental power. Beneath the thunder sea spanning billions of cosmic years lies the thunder source mineral vein that sustains the operation of the immortal sect.
However, on this day, the entire Immortal Realm began to tremble violently without warning, as if an invisible giant hand was shaking the foundation of the Immortal Realm. The continent shook, the mountains collapsed, and the sea of lightning surged like boiling, angry waves, crashing against the borders of the Immortal Realm and emitting deafening roars.
"Boom..."
A deep, muffled roar echoed from the ancestral land of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect, like the roar of an ancient behemoth. Immediately afterward, a torrential downpour of blood rain fell, crimson droplets piercing the thick thunderclouds, staining every inch of land, every mountain peak, and every sea of lightning in the Xuan Yuan Immortal Realm. The raindrops, falling on cultivators, carried an icy chill, even freezing their circulating immortal energy, as if attempting to freeze all their life force, sending shivers down their spines.
What was even more terrifying was that the statues of Ancestor Xuanyuan scattered throughout the Immortal Realm simultaneously lost all their divine luster. The golden light that had illuminated the ages rapidly dimmed, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the statues at a visible speed. The "crackling" sounds were incessant, as if the foundation of the Immortal Sect was crumbling. Moments later, one statue after another began to shatter from the top, turning into countless stone fragments that scattered with the wind, leaving not a trace.
“Ah… even our ancestor…” A white-haired elder gazed at the shattered main statue in the direction of the ancestral land, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse with extreme fear, “It’s over, my Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect is finished…”
Soon, endless fear and despair spread like a plague. All the disciples, including those fifth-rank and below Immortal Golden Immortals who were lucky enough to escape capture, were plunged into endless darkness.
In a mere epoch, the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect has lost thirty-three Immortal Golden Immortal Ancestors of the sixth rank or above. Now, even their pillar of strength, their patriarch, has perished. The Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect is now like a giant without a spine, possessing only a massive shell but utterly devoid of fighting power. The surrounding forces, those old rivals they have suppressed for millions of cosmic epochs, will never let such a golden opportunity slip by. Like wolves smelling blood, they will surely rise up and attack, tearing the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect to shreds and dividing up all the resources within the Immortal Realm.
Panic quickly turned into chaos. Lower-ranking disciples began scrambling for resources in preparation for their escape, fighting and scrambling for them. Core disciples tried to organize a defense, but found that without a high-ranking Golden Immortal to oversee it, they couldn't even fully activate the sect's protective formation and could only watch helplessly as chaos spread.
In just one day, the entire Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect went from a powerful eighth-grade immortal force that once dominated the Xuan Lei Star Abyss to a state of utter chaos. The sea of thunder still churned, and the thunder mountain still stood, but it had lost all its former majesty, awaiting the raging storms and waves of the outside world to completely devour its remaining shell, turning it into a speck of dust in the history of the Star Abyss.
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