newbobooks Chapter 1117 Not a Single One Can Escape
Chapter 1117 Not a Single One Can Escape
The Tomb of the Three Yang Immortals, the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat, and the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.
"Whoosh..."
A dazzling beam of immortal light flashed suddenly, like a shooting star piercing the silence of the hall, leaving a fleeting trail of light and a faint starlight in the air. In Su Mo's outstretched palm, a group of miniature figures, each about three inches long, appeared out of thin air. Each of them was as weak as a candle in the wind, their bodies wrapped in layers of pale golden immortal energy. The runes flowing on the energy were like shackles, locking their immortal power tightly within their bodies, making even moving a finger as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Exactly twenty-one people—the six sixth-rank Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Cang Lei, and the fifteen fifth-rank Golden Immortals led by Ancestor Xuan Yin. Their immortal bodies were compressed to a miniature size by an invisible force, yet the lingering fear and resentment between their brows were still clearly visible, and the despair of their failed breakout was frozen in their pupils. They were clearly still not recovered from the dramatic change of being suppressed.
With the complete closure of the gap in the great formation, the hopes of Cang Lei Ancestor and the others to break through were utterly extinguished. Having lost their desperate resolve and severely weakened by burning their source energy, their resistance was like a spent arrow, utterly feeble. Under the combined onslaught of thirty-six peak sixth-grade spiritual illusion bodies, this group of fifth and sixth-grade Golden Immortals standing atop the southern pyramid of the Void Origin Star Abyss could barely hold out for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before being defeated one by one, their souls locked. Even Cang Lei Ancestor, a peak sixth-grade Golden Immortal, could not escape the overwhelming onslaught and was ultimately ruthlessly suppressed, becoming a prisoner of Su Mo, his former prestige completely gone.
The next second...
"Boom..."
The entire Azure Dragon Immortal Palace trembled violently, and the star-patterned floor tiles inside rippled like waves spreading across a calm lake after a boulder was thrown in. A raging, roaring river of time appeared out of thin air, its color chaotic, flowing with countless bizarre and fantastical scenes: the grandeur of the universe's birth and death, where stars were born and vanished; the subtle details of the withering and flourishing of plants, each leaf and blade of grass revealing the Dao; the lament of fallen immortals, their blood staining the sky, their mournful cries never ceasing; and the faint light of cultivators undergoing tribulation, their Dao hearts tempered amidst thunder… In an instant, it pierced through the entire Immortal Palace, enveloping Su Mo and the twenty-one Golden Immortals.
Immediately afterwards, the flow of time inside the hall began to surge wildly, by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of times... In the blink of an eye outside, hundreds or thousands of years had passed inside the hall. Time here lost its original meaning and became rapid and turbulent.
Then, Su Mo's soul stirred, and the terrifying divine sense power, comparable to a perfect sixth-grade Golden Immortal, swept out from his sea of consciousness like an unsheathed peerless blade. With an irresistible force, it brutally tore apart the seas of consciousness of the six sixth-grade Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Cang Lei, and the fifteen fifth-grade Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Xuan Yin, and began to frantically search their soul memories.
Soon, all their memories since birth poured out like an opened treasure trove: from the awakening of their nascent intelligence, struggling to survive in the wilderness; to every breakthrough and bottleneck on their cultivation path, intertwined with sweat and tears; from the oral transmission of clan secrets, hiding unknown pasts; to the little-known secrets of various parts of Star Abyss, where danger and opportunity coexist; from life-and-death battles with enemies, experiencing joy and vengeance; to the entanglements of interests with fellow practitioners, deceit and treachery... Countless images and information, like a flood bursting its banks, transformed into streaks of seven-colored light, surging wildly into Su Mo's sea of consciousness, stirring up towering waves that almost submerged it.
These memories flashed through Su Mo's mind like a fleeting glimpse: the miraculous encounter of the Azure Thunder Ancestor in his youth when he narrowly escaped death in the Thunder Sea, the painful price paid by the Crimson Elder when refining his natal flame, the shady methods used by the Profound Yin Ancestor when cultivating the Yin-Yang Technique... Every detail was meticulously recorded, as if Su Mo had personally experienced their long years of cultivation and felt their pain as if he were experiencing it himself.
Su Mo sat upright on the Dao platform, his eyes slightly closed, a wisp of chaotic light shining between his brows, like a singularity at the beginning of chaos. His sea of consciousness was like a boundless universe, allowing the torrent of complex memories to surge forth, yet remaining absolutely clear and unmoved. He was filtering, peeling away, and absorbing—the intelligence information about the Void Origin Star Abyss and even the entire Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom was picked up like pearls, strung together into a complete narrative; the profound mysteries of the Immortal Scriptures and the essence of the Immortal Techniques flowed into his Dao foundation like trickles, nourishing his cultivation; even the Golden Immortals' understanding of the Great Dao and the errors in their cultivation became mirrors for him to verify his own learning, allowing him to avoid detours and making the Great Dao increasingly clear.
The river of time continued to flow within the hall. The miniature figures of Ancestor Cang Lei and the others struggled violently within the light chains, their mouths opening and closing silently, seemingly screaming, yet unable to utter a sound. They could clearly feel their memories being forcibly extracted, as if their hearts and bones were being ripped out. A tearing pain shot through their souls, every inch of their divine sense wailing, yet they had no strength to resist, and could only watch helplessly as their past was completely exposed to others.
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In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Finally, Su Mo had finished filtering and absorbing the last Golden Immortal's divine soul memories. The river of time within the hall slowly faded away, its waters transforming into starlight and dissipating into the air. The flow of time returned to normal, and everything returned to calm. Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, his pupils swirling with a chaotic light, as if containing the vastness of eternity, deep and mysterious, before returning to stillness, as if he had only had a brief dream. Only the light mark between his brows remained bright, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion, but a real event.
"Unexpectedly, there are seven Golden Immortals who are incarnations of immortality."
Su Mo frowned slightly as he looked at the twenty-one Golden Immortals in his palm whose auras were growing weaker and weaker. These old guys were indeed hiding their true forms well, especially the six sixth-grade Golden Immortals. Apart from Ancestor Cang Lei and Ancestor Xueya, who was dressed in blood, who were their true forms, the other four were actually just immortal avatars.
"But if you think you can leave a chance of survival under my control, you are underestimating me too much." Su Mo flicked his finger, and the pale golden immortal power rope tightened suddenly, constricting the faces of the seven immortal avatars to extreme extremes, and their souls let out silent wails. "Wherever your true bodies are hiding, it won't be long before I can find them all, and none of them will escape."
Previously, he hadn't used the Profound Yin Ancestor's Profound Yin True Body as a guide to deduce the whereabouts of his Profound Yang True Body, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to reveal too many trump cards, lest he alert the enemy and scare away those fifth and sixth-rank Golden Immortals. Now that he had wiped out the peak combat power in the southern part of the Void Origin Star Abyss, unless those hidden old guys had gone mad, there was absolutely no way anyone would come to the Three Yang Immortal Tomb to die. Naturally, he no longer had any concerns and could act freely.
"Fellow Daoists, assist me! Thousand Gods Formation, activate!"
A voice imbued with the rhythm of the Great Dao resounded within Su Mo's natal Immortal Realm, like a command from the Heavenly Emperor, carrying an unquestionable majesty. It instantly spread to every corner of the Immortal Realm, and even the chaotic energy trembled under its influence, daring not to make the slightest move.
"Please obey my decree!"
Around the chaotic cage deep within the Immortal Realm, thousands of illusory spiritual bodies, who were fully engaged in refining the Frost Fairy and the other five fifth-rank Golden Immortals, responded in unison, causing ripples to spread through the chaotic airflow outside the cage.
As soon as the words were spoken, all the thousands of illusory spirit bodies stopped refining. Their figures moved swiftly like streaks of light, arranging themselves in mysterious positions to instantly form a Thousand Gods Array. The array patterns lit up rapidly, like living veins, and ancient and vast auras swept across the Immortal Realm, causing the entire Natal Immortal Realm to tremble.
In an instant, behind thousands of illusory spirit bodies, phantom images of primordial demon gods simultaneously appeared—some with three heads and six arms, holding chaotic pearls and exuding the power to create the world; some with snake bodies and human faces, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, their eyes containing the birth and death of the universe; some with wings on their backs, their eyes reflecting the Milky Way, their wings flapping and stirring up chaotic storms... Each demon god phantom exuded a terrifying pressure comparable to a seventh-grade early-stage Golden Immortal, their auras intertwining and resonating with each other, forming an unimaginable torrent of power, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, surging wildly into Su Mo's natal immortal domain, merging into his limbs and bones along the connection between the immortal domain and his physical body.
Instantly, Su Mo's aura surged at a visible speed: the barrier of a quasi-seventh-grade Golden Immortal shattered, and the pressure of the early seventh-grade spread like a wave, followed by the middle seventh-grade, the late seventh-grade, and the peak seventh-grade...
In the blink of an eye, his cultivation level leaped two major realms, reaching the eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm! The chaotic aura surrounding his body became increasingly solid, like tangible armor. Even the roof of the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace began to hum, as if it could not withstand this sudden surge of power and might collapse at any moment. This upward momentum did not stop, continuing to advance towards the mid-eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm, until he completely stepped into the threshold of the mid-eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm, at which point his aura stabilized as if it had found a balance point.
"This is the power of an eighth-grade Golden Immortal, truly terrifying." Feeling the surge of power within his body, Su Mo revealed a hint of intoxication on his face. This power was more than a hundred times, a thousand times, stronger than his power before the Thousand Gods Formation was activated; it was completely incomparable.
"Next, we need to find the true forms of these seven Golden Immortals." Su Mo's gaze swept over the seven immortal avatars one by one, finally stopping on the weakest one, a mid-stage fifth-rank Golden Immortal. A cold smile appeared on his lips. "The first one is you."
As he spoke, Su Mo's fingertips twitched slightly, and the immortal avatar of the mid-stage fifth-rank Golden Immortal was drawn by the immortal power light rope and floated before him. Its aura was as weak as a flickering candle, and the pain of having its memories extracted was still frozen between its brows and eyes. At this moment, under Su Mo's gaze, the immortal power light rope around its body suddenly lit up with runes, tightly connecting it with Su Mo's divine sense, forming an unbreakable bridge.
"Heaven and earth are the chessboard, the soul is the game piece, cause and effect are the thread, tracing back to the source—"
Su Mo chanted incantations, the deep, ancient rhymes echoing within the hall. Each word transformed into golden runes, merging into the void before him. The chaotic light mark between his brows suddenly brightened, and a divine sense far surpassing that of a mid-stage eighth-rank Golden Immortal followed the light trail, drilling into the depths of the avatar's soul like a dragon probing the abyss, beginning to trace the causal connection between this avatar and his true self.
"Use yourself as a mirror to see your true self; time and space as a bridge, destiny as the foundation; cause and effect, reincarnation, the Great Dao guides you..."
The chanting grew increasingly urgent, like a dense drumbeat striking the heart. Violent ripples began to spread through the void within the hall, and countless translucent threads of cause and effect extended from the incarnation, spreading in all directions like a spider web, covering the entire chaotic void.
Some are as thin as hair, connecting to the long-vanished past; some are as thick as ropes, entwining the future yet to come; and the most dazzling and thickest one is shimmering with a faint light, like a lighthouse in the night, firmly pointing to some hidden corner in the depths of chaos.
"Search!"
Su Mo let out a low shout, his divine sense forcefully probing along the main causal line, the incantation transforming into an even more domineering power of deduction: "Time and space revolve, heaven and earth are positioned, set it for me!"
In an instant, the thread of cause and effect trembled violently, and a blurry scene gradually appeared at its end.
"found it!"
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