newbobooks Chapter 1131 A Major Battle
Chapter 1131 A Major Battle
In the southern border of the Void Origin Star Abyss, the chaotic air currents were churning violently when they were suddenly cleaved apart by a blazing light.
"Whoosh..."
Su Mo raised his hand and waved his sleeve. The primordial divine light swirling around his fingertips collided with the rules of flames. The burst of firelight was initially like fireflies, but in an instant it expanded like the blazing sun. The moment it tore through the chaos, it caused the fire-attribute immortal spiritual energy in the surrounding void to gather frantically.
The next second...
A crimson immortal ship, approximately ten thousand feet long, appeared not far from Su Mo. Its hull seemed solidified from the crimson clouds of the heavens, its surface shimmering with a glass-like luster. Countless lifelike phoenix patterns were etched upon it with immortal golden runes: the phoenix heads held high, their beaks holding burning stars, as if about to devour the sun; their wings spread wide, each feather's pattern subtly conforming to the trajectory of the Great Dao of Flames, as if about to obscure the sky in the next instant; its tail feathers trailed ten miles of dazzling flame patterns, within which the immortal characters "burn" and "extinguish" flowed, each feather radiating the power of rules capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas. Wherever the heatwave reached, even the chaotic air currents were scorched, emitting a soft "sizzling" sound, leaving a fleeting charred trail behind the ship, only to be instantly incinerated by the ship's lingering flames.
Like the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship that was destroyed by the immortal array, the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship is also a quasi-second-grade immortal ship. However, the flame power surrounding it is more domineering than the spatial power of the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship.
The next second...
Su Mo moved slightly, like a streak of pale golden light piercing through the palace gate, and stepped into the Phoenix Immortal Palace in the center of the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship.
The beams and pillars inside the hall seemed to have been repeatedly tempered by primordial flames, displaying a warm yet intense crimson hue. Touching them, however, was not hot; instead, a subtle Daoist aura seeped into the fingertips. Nine glazed lamps hung from the ceiling, their wicks flickering with an eerie, inextinguishable blue flame. The light reflected off the crimson beams and pillars, refracting varying shades of light, illuminating the entire hall with a warmth akin to a molten gold cave and a majesty akin to an imperial palace. A faint scent of ambergris incense permeated the air, intertwining with the domineering power of the immortal Dao of fire, creating a strange sense of solemnity that involuntarily calmed the mind.
Then, a ball of crimson flame rose from beneath Su Mo's feet, transforming into a futon enveloped in purple aura where he sat. It was about ten feet in size, its surface woven with intricate cloud patterns of primordial golden threads, with illusory dragon and phoenix figures weaving within. Strands of mysterious purple aura rose from the patterns, coiling around Su Mo's entire body like serpents. This purple aura contained the purest and most refined Daoist essence; any cultivator below the sixth rank of Golden Immortal only needed to inhale a single breath to achieve mental clarity, significantly reducing even the stagnation experienced during enlightenment and doubling their cultivation speed.
The Purple Cloud Futon, a sixth-grade immortal artifact, was a treasure kept by Ancestor Cang Lei, one of the six sixth-grade golden immortals he had previously suppressed. It can not only calm the mind and isolate external disturbances, but also slowly nourish the cultivator's soul, making it an excellent auxiliary artifact for cultivation and enlightenment.
Su Mo bent his legs and sat cross-legged on the futon, his back straight as a pine tree, surrounded by purple aura, making him appear even more composed. Then, with a slight thought, he manipulated the Great Dao of Time and Space, and a river of time composed of billions of light points appeared out of thin air, running through the entire Phoenix Immortal Palace. Fragments of the past and future flowed in the river, and wherever it passed, the flow of time within the palace began to rise wildly—hundreds of times, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times… The flowing light swept rapidly across the palace walls, as if compressing billions of years into a single moment, until the flow stabilized at a factor of billions before stopping. Everything within the palace fell into a strange stillness, except for the river of time, which continued to flow silently.
Immediately afterwards, Su Mo's eyes flashed with divine light, and two solidified golden divine lights pierced through his pupils. A terrifying divine sense, comparable to that of a peak ninth-grade Golden Immortal, swept out from his sea of consciousness like a tsunami. With an irresistible domineering power, it ignored the soul defenses of the five eighth-grade Golden Immortals, including the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, and brutally tore apart their sea of consciousness like a sharp divine weapon. It forcibly invaded the depths of their souls as if taking something out of a bag, stirring up those sealed memories and not even sparing the most hidden corners.
"what......"
Five piercing screams rang out simultaneously outside the Immortal Palace, shattering the chaotic silence. The withered body of the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji convulsed violently, and his soul beneath the black robe felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time. Fragments of memories sealed for billions of years were forcibly dragged out, causing him so much pain that his immortal soul almost collapsed, and his black robe was soaked with cold sweat.
The starlight of Fairy Yun Shu dimmed completely, and the folds of her palace dress were soaked with cold sweat, turning them dark. The intense pain from the invasion of her divine sense made her curl up, her usual aloofness vanished, and her past secrets were exposed under Su Mo's divine sense.
The flames of the old man in the crimson immortal armor were completely extinguished. His body beneath the armor twisted into a strange arc due to pain. Su Mo was forcibly stripping away his understanding of the immortal Dao of fire from his soul. With each strand stripped away, his aura weakened.
The man in the earthen-yellow Taoist robe lay sprawled in the void, the mountain and river patterns on his robe crumbling inch by inch. The tremors in his sea of consciousness caused him to cough up golden essence blood, and even his most primal memories of the earth's rules were shaking, as if they would collapse at any moment.
The shadow of the Ancestor of Death fluctuated violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to dissipate at any moment. The soul enveloped in death energy was forcibly torn apart, and the secrets of the Netherworld Immortal Clan were being explored one by one, causing him to let out a whimper that was not human.
Soon, Su Mo's open eyes slowly closed, and a profound and complex primordial mark quietly emerged between his brows, like a miniature universe slowly rotating. He restrained his outward divine sense, fully circulated the Primordial Dao, and began to absorb the divine soul memories that were surging into his sea of consciousness like a tide.
From the initial confusion and clumsiness of the five cultivators to their sudden enlightenment and breakthrough when they advanced to Golden Immortals; from the core inheritances and forbidden secrets of their respective immortal clans to the methods of refining immortal artifacts in their hands, their weaknesses and vulnerabilities; even the strengths and weaknesses of the various star abyss immortal forces in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, and the resource secret realms hidden in the depths of chaos... Countless complex pieces of information were rapidly sorted, analyzed, and integrated under the hundredfold speed boost of the River of Time, like a trickle flowing into the ocean, transforming into a part of Su Mo's own foundation.
His insights into the four immortal paths of fire, earth, stars, and death were further dismantled and reconstructed based on the Primordial Dao, transforming them into nourishment for his own Dao foundation. This made the Dao aura around him even more profound, and even the purple energy emanating from the Purple Cloud Futon became more concentrated.
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Time flies, and a year has passed. To the outside world, it is just a cycle of winter and summer, with flowers blooming and withering; but in the Phoenix Immortal Palace, where time flows at a speed a billion times faster, a hundred million years have passed.
On this day, Su Mo slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. In an instant, two deep beams of light shot out from his pupils, seemingly able to pierce through the dust of countless ages and see the trajectory of the birth and death of the Immortal Realm. His eyes were filled with the antiquity and vicissitudes that had settled over time, as if he had personally experienced the long lives of the five Golden Immortals and personally transformed them into a part of himself.
After countless years of meticulous sorting, Su Mo finally perfectly filtered and absorbed the divine soul memories of the five eighth-grade Golden Immortals. The redundant information was completely eliminated, while the essence was integrated into the depths of his sea of consciousness, becoming a part of his cognition.
At this moment, he had a much deeper understanding than ever before of the 128 Great Star Abysses of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, the many immortal forces, and even the breakthrough opportunities for the various bottlenecks in the Golden Immortal Realm.
After a long while, the ancient and weathered aura that had accumulated over hundreds of millions of years on Su Mo's body gradually dissipated, and the primordial divine light around him became gentle and restrained again, returning to its former calm and undisturbed state. He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the pillar of air transformed into a stream of light that shot straight to the top of the hall, colliding with the Netherworld Flame of the Glazed Fire Lamp, stirring up a faint golden halo. Wherever it passed, all the dust in the hall was swept away, and even the air became clear.
"All five Golden Immortals are here in person, which saves me the trouble of figuring out their true forms." Su Mo muttered to himself, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.
Not everyone is like him; he's a cheater.
As soon as the main body's cultivation breaks through, the cultivation of all the illusory spirit bodies will rise accordingly, keeping pace with his cultivation.
Most cultivators need to consume a massive amount of rare and precious materials and countless years of cultivation to improve the cultivation level of their clones. The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to have an avatar of the same cultivation level. Among the five eighth-grade Golden Immortals, only the Ancestor of the Underworld possesses an eighth-grade Immortal avatar, and he is only at the early stage of the eighth-grade Golden Immortal cultivation level.
He left them in the Netherworld Immortal Realm to protect the Netherworld Immortal Clan, and did not bring them with him. The strongest of the other four eighth-grade Golden Immortals was barely able to step into the eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm.
"Next up are those immortal Golden Immortals within their clan. This time, I'm going to make a big splash." A cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his knees, producing a rhythmic, soft sound. Thoughts raced through his mind like lightning. Previously, he had adhered to the "path of survival," and his actions had been a bit too conservative.
The lofty and supreme Immortal King Yuan Jin, overlooking the countless beings of the entire Immortal Kingdom, would not care at all about the lives of these Immortal Golden Immortals. Just as within the various Immortal Realms, the lives of countless True Immortals are as insignificant as a feather to these Immortal Golden Immortals; only those Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals and Quasi-Immortal Kings carry some weight, and if too many are killed, perhaps Immortal King Yuan Jin will take notice. As for the other Immortal Golden Immortals, no matter how many die, they will not stir even the slightest ripple in the heart of the Immortal King.
"Let's start with Ancestor Yan Yu."
Su Mo's gaze swept over the five eighth-grade Golden Immortals one by one, finally settling on the old man wearing crimson immortal armor, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"receive."
With a soft shout, Su Mo pointed his fingers like a sword at the void, aiming at the Fiery Primordial Ancestor. A golden ray, as fine as silk, shot out from his fingertip, containing pure primordial power, instantly tearing through the void and precisely piercing the Fiery Primordial Ancestor's brow.
The next second...
Then the old man's empty eyes trembled violently, and a mournful "hoarse" sound came from his throat, as if countless wronged souls were howling. His immortal armor cracked inch by inch, making a piercing cracking sound. A drop of dark golden blood was forced out from between his eyebrows, as if a few sparks were burning. It condensed in the air into a fist-sized blood bead, carrying an extremely pure aura of immortal origin. As if drawn by something, it quickly fell into Su Mo's hand - it was the original blood of the Yan Yu Ancestor, containing his most core life imprint.
Immediately afterward, Su Mo's hands moved rapidly, his fingertips swirling with primordial divine light, outlining twisted, blood-red runes in the void. These runes resembled birds and beasts, clouds and mist, their forms bizarre, intertwining and forming a palm-sized blood-red array plate. The center was concave, perfectly holding the ball of dark golden primordial blood within. Blood and gold light reflected each other, emitting strange fluctuations, as if they could connect with the deepest links in one's bloodline.
"Using blood as the catalyst and soul as the medium, through the primordial chaos, we trace and seek the origins—"
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