newbobooks Chapter 1111 The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 1111 The Calm Before the Storm
Looking at the suddenly surging number of Immortal True Spirits on the light screen, Su Mo smiled with satisfaction. A fifth-grade Golden Immortal is still a fifth-grade Golden Immortal. The Immortal True Spirit of this Crimson Sun Immortal Lord alone is equivalent to the total of dozens of fourth-grade Golden Immortals. This directly caused his Immortal True Spirit, which had originally fallen back to four digits due to the breakthrough of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body, to leap to seven digits in one fell swoop, only 20,000 units away from two million units.
As he expected, the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture was followed by three more large, golden characters: "Can be infused." Between the characters flowed the rhythm of the Primordial Great Dao, as if countless Great Dao runes were floating within it, exuding a mysterious aura that attracted people to explore.
"Imbuing the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture."
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Mo issued the command in a flash.
[Continue cultivating the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture. After 200000 cosmic eras, your Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body will successfully break through to the third-grade perfection realm.]
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"Om..."
Deep within his sea of consciousness, the mysterious ball of light, whose true nature remains elusive, rippled slightly, and a vast flow of information surged into Su Mo's sea of consciousness along with his divine soul. It contained the deeper mysteries of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture.
Almost simultaneously, a terrifying energy that would make even a sixth-grade Golden Immortal tremble surged forth from the deepest part of Su Mo's natal Immortal Domain, like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years suddenly erupting.
This immense energy, carrying the ancient aura of the primordial chaos, frantically assaulted Su Mo's limbs, bones, and meridians. Wherever it passed, his immortal bones emitted crisp "crackling" sounds, as if they were being reshaped and made even more resilient; his immortal blood surged like a river, containing such rich vitality that it almost solidified; even every inch of his skin, under the impact of this great power, revealed deeper primordial runes, radiating an aura of immortality and indestructibility.
Outside, Su Mo's aura surged like a rocket, his original strength, comparable to a mid-stage sixth-grade Golden Immortal, instantly broke through the bottleneck, surpassed the late sixth-grade level, and with unstoppable momentum, rushed towards the peak sixth-grade Golden Immortal realm, frantically attacking the Twelve Yuan Chen Void-Suppressing Array set up by the twelve illusory spirit bodies around him.
In just over ten breaths, the protective barrier that shimmered with the illusory images of the twelve primordial stars was impacted and rippled, like a candle flame in the wind. The light of the array patterns flickered, as if it might be torn apart by this violent force at any moment, emitting a faint "creaking" sound.
"The Twelve Yuan Chen Void-Sealing Array set up by only twelve illusory spirit bodies is still a bit lacking." Su Mo frowned slightly, clearly feeling that cracks were faintly appearing on the Twelve Yuan Chen protective barrier, and a thought stirred in his mind.
In an instant, twelve dazzling beams of immortal light flashed past him, like twelve shooting stars streaking across the void of the Immortal Palace, leaving behind brilliant trails. As the light dissipated, twelve more illusory spirit bodies appeared around the Immortal Palace.
The original twelve figures moved swiftly, like the Big Dipper shifting and stars returning to their places. Their auras intertwined and resonated, instantly forming an even larger and more profound immortal array. The moment the array patterns lit up, twenty-four illusory figures rose from the ground, transforming into twenty-four floating celestial worlds. In each world, the sun and moon revolved, and stars were born and died, emanating a majestic aura that suppressed the universe. They were layered upon each other, yet complemented each other—this was the "Twenty-Four Celestial Anti-Sky Array".
As soon as the grand formation was completed, the previously precarious protective barrier instantly became as solid as iron, as if it had transformed into an indestructible fortress. The illusory images of the Twenty-Four Heavens slowly rotated, forming a barrier woven from the rules of the heavens, with billions of runes flashing on it, like a living net of laws, firmly locking the violently escalating aura surrounding Su Mo within, preventing it from leaking out in the slightest. No matter how much his pressure surged, it vanished without a trace upon touching the barrier, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Only the sound of the heavenly worlds operating within the formation remained, like the unchanging sound of the Dao, solemn and dignified.
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In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
The terrifying pressure emanating from Su Mo, which rivaled that of a sixth-grade perfected Golden Immortal, finally subsided like a receding tide, settling within his limbs and bones, transforming into a dark current flowing deep within his Primordial Immortal Body. Seemingly calm, it actually contained world-destroying power. He slowly opened his eyes, the divine light in them fading, replaced by a serene stillness—his Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body had been completely stabilized at the third-grade perfected state. The Primordial runes on his body flowed with a perfect rhythm, like the breath of the Great Dao itself.
"Next, I will break through to the fourth rank of Golden Immortal."
Su Mo felt the terrifying power within his body surge several times over. With a gentle clench of his fingertips, he could cause the surrounding chaotic energy to tremble. Then, his mind sank, and his consciousness, like a stream of light, merged into the chaotic cage constructed of primordial energy deep within his natal immortal domain.
In the center of the cage, the remaining ten Fifth-Rank Golden Immortals—Ancestor Xuan Yin, Fairy Xuan Shuang, Palace Master Zi Xiao, Ancestor Xue Tu, and Ancestor Shen Mu—were now on the verge of death. Their immortal bodies were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like candles flickering in the wind. Their souls were tightly imprisoned by the power of primordial chaos, making it difficult for them to even move a finger. Their eyes still held resentment and fear, but they had exhausted even the strength to struggle, and could only passively endure the pain of their essence being devoured.
"I wonder if completely obliterating these ten... no, I should say nine fifth-rank immortals, will allow me to gather enough immortal true spirits to help me take that step."
A flicker of unease crossed Su Mo's heart, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The True Spirit is singular, the very foundation of an Immortal Golden Immortal; only by completely annihilating its true form can one seize it for one's own use. The Profound Yin Ancestor cultivated two True Bodies, Profound Yin and Profound Yang, using the Yin-Yang Secret Technique. These two are both avatars and independent entities, their divine souls intertwined, like twin trees growing from the same root. If he couldn't also annihilate the Profound Yang True Body, who resided far away in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm, he could forget about seizing even a trace of the Immortal True Spirit from the Profound Yin Ancestor.
Previously, breaking through to the third rank of perfection consumed nearly 1.5 million units of immortal true spirit; and to break through to the fourth rank, the required immortal true spirit would be at least ten times that amount.
The Golden Immortal realm is divided into different levels, with each level representing a significant hurdle. The resources required to break through to the third level far exceed the total resources needed to break through to the third level.
Without the strongest being, Ancestor Xuan Yin, and with only nine fifth-rank Golden Immortals remaining, he couldn't be too confident.
However, this slight unease didn't linger for long, and Su Mo suppressed his melancholy. A successful breakthrough would be ideal, but even if he couldn't, it would only take a little longer.
These fifth-rank Golden Immortals were merely appetizers. The sixth-rank Golden Immortals, lurking in the shadows and manipulating the winds and clouds of the Void Origin Star Abyss, were his main course. Capturing just one of them would provide enough of his Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body to steadily advance to the fourth rank, with even some to spare.
"Right now, let's completely obliterate these ten fifth-grade Golden Immortals first."
A cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and his heart stirred slightly.
In an instant, the thousands of illusory spirit bodies surrounding the Chaos Cage acted simultaneously. Their celestial light surged, their Primordial Immortal Power, several times stronger than an hour ago, erupting like a burst dam, instantly engulfing the entire Chaos Cage. Then, it transformed into countless sharp threads of light, densely piercing the bodies and souls of the ten Golden Immortals, frantically crushing their innate divine souls and obliterating the immortal source that sustained their constant rebirth.
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Time flies, and 100,000 years have passed.
Within the chaotic cage, the Primordial Light Threads continued their tireless grinding of the essence of the ten Golden Immortals. Finally, with a soft "poof," the weakest of the five early-stage Golden Immortals—the Flame Light Immortal Lord—could not withstand the onslaught. His already riddled-with-holes natal soul, like a punctured bubble, completely disintegrated under the strangulation of the Primordial Light Threads, exhausting its last trace of immortal essence, turning into countless ashes and dissipating within the chaotic cage.
The next second...
The Immortal True Spirit value on the light screen in front of Su Mo suddenly jumped, increasing by 1.03 million units.
During these 100,000 years, the area surrounding the Three Yang Immortal Tomb remained unusually calm. Those fifth-rank Golden Immortals who had rushed here earlier, intending to avenge their immortal subordinates, seemed to have received some silent order to retreat, and not one of them appeared again. As for the sixth-rank Golden Immortal that Su Mo had been longing for, not even a trace of him was revealed, as if they had completely forgotten about this area, turning it into an isolated island in the chaos, cut off from the world.
However, Su Mo did not relax his vigilance at all; on the contrary, he became even more wary. He successively dispatched hundreds of illusory spirit bodies, scattering them throughout the chaos to weave an even tighter monitoring network, covering the void surrounding the Three Yang Immortal Tomb for twenty trillion eons. Not even the slightest abnormal fluctuation of the chaotic airflow could escape his perception.
The current calm is merely the calm before the storm. Those sixth-rank Golden Immortals lurking in the shadows of the Star Abyss will not give up so easily.
The Void Origin Star Abyss is only so big, and its cultivation resources are limited. If another sixth-rank Golden Immortal power rises, they will have to share less of the spoils, and their foundations may even be shaken. Unless they encounter a truly invincible enemy, no one will be willing to hand over the resources they have already obtained.
The path of cultivation is inherently a path of struggle, a dog-eat-dog world where only the fittest survive. The struggle for the Great Dao is relentless, every step fraught with danger and strategic maneuvering. To easily retreat only makes one appear weak and easily bullied, inviting further exploitation, ultimately becoming a stepping stone for other cultivators, their name forgotten by history, vanishing completely into the annals of time.
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Soon, another 100,000 years passed.
Within the Chaos Cage, more than half of the ten Fifth-Rank Golden Immortals have perished, leaving only five peak Fifth-Rank Golden Immortals: Ancestor Xuan Yin, Fairy Xuan Shuang, Palace Master Zi Xiao, Ancestor Xue Tu, and Ancestor Shen Mu. Their auras are even more depleted than they were two hundred thousand years ago; their immortal bodies have long since vanished, leaving only fragmented divine souls entangled in primordial light threads. Yet, a stubborn struggle still lingers in their eyes—perhaps out of resentment, or perhaps waiting for some opportunity, hoping for a miracle.
at this time......
Su Mo's sea of consciousness rippled slightly as a warning signal from his illusory spiritual body rang out, carrying a chilling killing intent that pierced his consciousness like an ice spike, instantly bringing him to his senses.
"coming!"
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