jdhmnovel Chapter 1215 The Fall of the Immortal King
Chapter 1215 The Fall of the Immortal King
Hongmeng Immortal Palace, Hongmeng Grand Hall.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on the enlightenment futon, surrounded by a faint primordial purple aura. Within the purple aura, Dao patterns flowed, and each breath seemed to resonate with the Dao rhythm of the entire Immortal Palace. With each exhalation, there seemed to be the faint sound of the beginning of chaos. Not far from him, the Yuan Jin Immortal King, completely sealed by layers of primordial restrictions, floated in mid-air. The former aura of a third-tier Eternal Immortal King, which could stir up the wind and clouds even when burning his own origin, had vanished. His aura was as weak as a candle in the wind, with only a faint spiritual light flickering within the restrictions, as if it could be blown out at any moment.
A long river, formed from billions of fragments of time, resembles a chaotic dragon come to life. Its scales are forged from stardust, and its eyes are two ancient stars. It meanders through the hall, sometimes transforming into a raging torrent, stirring up waves of time; at other times, it solidifies into a tranquil mirror, reflecting silhouettes of the past. The river is clear yet deep, revealing the birth and death of stars and the rise and fall of the immortal realm. The flow of time within the hall is forcibly increased a billion times. A moment outside is equivalent to a thousand years inside. The invisible power of time, like a fine net, envelops Immortal King Yuan Jin and Su Mo layer by layer.
The memories of the Yuan Jin Immortal King's entire life, from his innocent birth within the primordial divine fire of the Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom, to his exuberant journey on the path of cultivation, to the extraordinary celestial phenomena that stirred the Nine Heavens Galaxy upon his breakthrough to the Eternal Realm; from the arduous pioneering work in establishing the Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom, to the power struggles and intrigues with neighboring immortal kingdoms, to his insightful understanding and strategic planning of the power structure of the twenty-eight Dao Domains of the Northern Heaven Immortal Land… flowed into Su Mo's sea of consciousness like a surging river. Those fragmented memories, some grand like the wars between immortal kingdoms, others trivial like insights into cultivation, were transformed into a clear and organized stream of information under Su Mo's divine sense. He read, absorbed, and assimilated them one by one, as if he had personally experienced the long life of this Eternal Immortal King.
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While one year may pass outside, billions of years have quietly passed inside the Hongmeng Grand Hall.
"boom!"
A deep, resounding boom echoed within the hall, causing the surrounding primordial purple energy to tremble slightly. The long river of time that had enveloped the hall suddenly shattered, breaking into countless pieces like ancient glass shattering on the ground, transforming into billions of dazzling fragments of light that scattered throughout the hall. Each fragment carried a shattered piece of time—perhaps golden immortal blood splattered during a celestial battle, frozen in a moment of intense heat; perhaps the last rays of light before the annihilation of an ancient immortal realm, retaining the afterglow of civilization; or perhaps the resentment and bitterness that flashed in the eyes of a quasi-immortal king before his death, etched with unfulfilled obsessions… These fragments, the moment they appeared, were swallowed and annihilated by the primordial purple energy within the hall, leaving not a trace, as if they had never existed.
Immediately afterwards, the time flow within the hall, which had been a billion times faster than before, receded like a tide, instantly returning to normal. The sound of the wind outside the hall and the Daoist aura of the celestial palace became clear again, as if the time surge that had just spanned billions of years was nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
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After a cup of tea's time.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, a deep, chaotic light flashing within them, as if concealing the ignorance and nothingness before the creation of the world. This quickly settled into a clear, lucid gaze, revealing a profound understanding and tranquility that seemed to comprehend all things. He exhaled a breath of stale air, carrying a faint trace of the dust of time, and sighed inwardly: An Eternal Immortal King is indeed an Eternal Immortal King. His vision and knowledge far surpass those of Quasi-Immortal Kings. Even a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King is as shallow as a child before an Immortal King.
It's hard to say about the entire Ancient Immortal Realm, but for him, the distribution of power, hidden realms, and the strengths and weaknesses of the various Immortal Kings in the Northern Heaven Immortal Land where he is now have few secrets left.
"With my current overall strength, I can be considered one of the top experts in the Northern Heavenly Immortal Land. Especially in the Southern Heavenly Domain, I deserve the title of the strongest. There are very few who can truly threaten my safety."
Su Mo tapped the meditation cushion beneath him lightly with his fingers, producing a dull thud, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. At this moment, in this perilous Ancient Immortal Realm, he truly had a foothold. If he were to completely annihilate Immortal King Yuan Jin and plunder his Eternal True Spirit, then within the entire twenty-eight domains of the Northern Heaven Immortal Land, there would be no more than a hundred beings capable of defeating him.
The next second...
A glint of anticipation flashed in Su Mo's eyes. With a wave of his hand, an invisible primordial power enveloped the suspended Yuan Jin Immortal King. The layers of restrictions tightened, compressing him into a dim golden light that streaked across the hall like a meteor and was drawn into the chaotic prison specially created deep within his natal immortal domain.
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Time flies, and ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Deep within the chaotic prison, a soft "plop" broke the deathly silence. The Boundless Ancestor, who had dominated the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom for tens of millions of cosmic eras, had now become as transparent as paper. His last bit of immortal essence had been completely exhausted by the erosion of the primordial power, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing without a trace, leaving not even a fragment of his true spirit behind.
Thus, including the two princes of Immortal King Yuan Jin, all seventeen high-level quasi-immortal kings were wiped out, their bodies and souls destroyed, and they were completely erased from the Northern Heaven Immortal Land.
Eighteen hundred illusory spirit bodies combined to form the Eternal Immortal Array, their combat power rivaling that of a late-stage third-tier Eternal Immortal King. Coupled with the acceleration of time, obliterating these quasi-immortal kings would be an incredibly easy task.
Even a ninth-order quasi-immortal king like Wuya Ancestor, despite his profound foundation, only lasted for three thousand years; while the weakest seventh-order quasi-immortal king only lasted for sixty years before being mercilessly obliterated by the combined attack of Lingxu Illusionary Body, before he could even let out a wail.
With the successive fall of high-level Quasi-Immortal Kings, the entire Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was shrouded in an invisible, terrifying gloom, suffocating countless races. High-level Quasi-Immortal Kings were the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom's top fighting force; a mere stomp of their foot could make the entire kingdom tremble. In the past, hundreds of thousands of cosmic eras might not see the fall of even one, but now, in just tens of thousands of years, eighteen had perished, including two sons of Immortal Kings and a ninth-level Quasi-Immortal King—such a devastating loss utterly shattered the understanding of all living beings, and even the air itself was filled with a sense of panic.
The remaining high-ranking quasi-immortal kings were all in a state of panic, trying their best to hide their whereabouts, fearing that they would be the next to suffer. The once prosperous capital of the immortal kingdom had become desolate and deserted.
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Time passed year by year amidst the anxieties of the many quasi-immortal kings. Seasons changed, stars shifted, and soon tens of millions of years had passed.
The atmosphere in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was even more oppressive. For thousands of years, the princes and princesses, and the quasi-immortal kings had been trying their best to contact their father (His Majesty), but what made them uneasy was that all the messages they sent seemed to disappear into thin air, without any response.
"Boom..."
On this day, the entire Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom suddenly trembled violently, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened beneath the kingdom's earth, churning the land madly. The magnitude of the tremors was more than a hundred times greater than when the Spirit Void Illusion fought against the Yuanjin Immortal King millions of years ago. Mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers overflowed, and countless immortal realms crumbled and vanished in the shaking, turning into chaotic ruins. The entire immortal kingdom was disintegrating at a visible speed.
A nameless sorrow surged like a tidal wave into the hearts of all living beings in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. It was a weeping that originated from the depths of their souls, as if they had lost the most important pillar in their lives. Apart from those quasi-Immortal Kings who were halfway to the Immortal King realm and could barely suppress their surging emotions, everyone else, from the Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals to the newly awakened plant spirits, wept uncontrollably, their cries shaking the heavens, forming a vast ocean of grief.
At the same time, the sky darkened, and a torrential rain of blood swept across every corner of the immortal kingdom without warning. The blood rain was as thick as amber, carrying a faint aura of the eternal immortal king's essence. When it fell to the ground, it transformed into mournful blood-red lotus flowers, the edges of which were tinged with black death energy. In an instant, they withered and dissipated, and the air was filled with a suffocating desolation and deathly silence.
"Ah...this strange phenomenon...is a sign of the fall of a Celestial King! Could it be...that His Majesty Yuan Jin has truly perished..."