jdhmnovel Chapter 1195 Tough Battle
Chapter 1195 Tough Battle
Taiyuan Star Abyss, Bright and Radiant Immortal Palace.
The entire palace is constructed from billions of star crystals, each containing the essence of stars and refracting brilliant light, like a condensed sea of stars. Hanging from the ceiling is an artificial sun, forged from divine fire from the heavens and pure gold from the sun, radiating an intense yet gentle light that illuminates the palace as if it were daytime, making even the dust hidden in the corner decorations clearly visible.
The Thirteenth Prince sat upon a throne forged from the primordial flames, crimson flame patterns swirling and shifting on the armrests and back of the chair, as if real flames were burning within them, casting shadows on his face and making his expression unreadable. He lightly tapped the armrest of the throne, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the empty hall, carrying a chilling rhythm: "There is actually a third-party force plotting against me and the Eighteenth Prince in the shadows."
After a fierce internal struggle, the Eighteenth Prince finally sent a message to him, proposing to join forces. The mysterious Quasi-Immortal King who was able to trap the Wuwang Ancestor was of unfathomable strength. Even though the Eighteenth Prince had the life-saving trump card given to him by his father, he was not entirely confident that he could rescue the Wuwang Ancestor.
"Who could it be?" The thirteenth prince frowned slightly, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes. The tapping of his fingers gradually quickened, carrying a trace of barely perceptible irritation. "Is it my eldest sister, or the eldest or second eldest brother? Or perhaps someone else entirely?"
The struggle for the throne is already fraught with unpredictability, with various forces deeply intertwined, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences. Now, the sudden emergence of a mysterious force has made the situation even more complex and unpredictable, creating a complete mess.
"And what should I do next? Should I remain on the sidelines and watch from the sidelines, or should I join forces with the Eighteenth Prince to deal with that mysterious force?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed the Thirteenth Prince's eyes. He was unwilling to join forces with the Eighteenth Prince. The grudges and power struggles accumulated over so many cosmic eras were deeply ingrained and not so easily forgotten. But if he stood idly by and allowed that mysterious force to clip the Eighteenth Prince's wings, he himself might be the next to suffer. He understood the principle of mutual dependence.
However, the thirteenth prince seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly sat up straight from the Flame Throne. The flame patterns on the back of the chair throbbed violently with his movement, and sparks flew: "Even the old man Wuwang is trapped by that mysterious force and can hardly escape. What about the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord and the others?"
The thought caused the Thirteenth Prince's heart to skip a beat. A strong sense of unease surged through him, almost overwhelming him. The Dark Ruins Immortal Lord had arrived at the Void Star Abyss earlier than the Boundless Ancestor, but his cultivation and strength were far inferior. Now, even the Boundless Ancestor, a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, was besieged, let alone the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord, who was only a seventh-tier Quasi-Immortal King—at this moment, he was most likely already suppressed and captured by that mysterious force, his fate unknown.
"Sigh! It seems we really have no choice but to join forces with the Eighteenth Prince."
The Thirteenth Prince sighed helplessly, his tone filled with a sense of compromise after careful consideration. The Five Elements Ancestor was one thing; a mere third-tier Quasi-Immortal King would at most cause some damage to their faction, a loss he could afford. But the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord was different—he was not only one of the few high-tier Quasi-Immortal Kings under his command, but also the personal disciple of their faction's strongest figure, the Boundless Ancestor. If he simply watched the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord be captured without doing anything, the Boundless Immortal Palace would certainly cease its support for him, and might even turn against him, immediately decimating his power and making it difficult for him to contend with the other princes.
The next second...
"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."
With a wave of his hand, the thirteenth prince unleashed several dazzling beams of immortal light from his palm. Like streaks of crimson lightning tearing through the void, they pierced through the layers of immortal array restrictions of the Bright Immortal Palace with a sharp whooshing sound, rushing towards all the high-level quasi-immortal king dojos of their lineage.
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Time flies, and years flow silently through the chaotic void. In the blink of an eye, two hundred thousand years have passed.
The void surrounding the Primordial Immortal Realm, spanning trillions of eons, had long since returned to its original state. The space torn apart by the great war had been mended, leaving not a trace of cracks. The chaotic immortal rules had returned to order, like an intricately woven tapestry. Even the remaining divine light and chaotic aura had vanished without a trace. Looking around, only a vast expanse of chaotic energy flowed slowly, carrying an ancient silence, as if the earth-shattering battle before was nothing more than a dream that had never existed, leaving no trace behind.
In the Primordial World, within the Primordial Immortal Palace, in a garden of immortal herbs.
Rare flowers and exotic herbs abound, some blooming with seven-colored petals, each petal containing an immortal rule; others bear crystal-like fruits, within which one can see the rotation of stars; celestial vines, like jade, entwine around jade railings, winding upwards, the dew on the vines reflecting rainbow-like halos; misty celestial fog flows among them, like a light veil brushing by, exuding a refreshing fragrance that soothes the soul, and a deep breath cleanses the mind and clarifies the Dao heart.
Several Enlightened Immortal Lotuses, which bloom once every ten cosmic eras and bear fruit once every hundred cosmic eras, quietly bloomed. Faint Daoist spiritual light flowed on their petals, and occasionally, immortal dew dripped from the petals, hitting the jade ground and making a crisp sound, like the maxims of the Great Dao.
Su Mo sat before a stone table carved from chaotic blue stone. The tabletop was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his serene face, even the lines of his hair were clearly visible. In his hands he held a white jade wine cup, its walls as thin as cicada wings, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. The amber-colored immortal wine inside rippled gently, exuding a mellow aroma, mixed with a trace of Daoist charm. It was "The Flowing Wine of Time," brewed with ten thousand kinds of immortal ingredients and over hundreds of millions of years.
He took a small sip, his gaze falling on the newly fruiting Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass in the garden. Glistening dewdrops clung to the leaves, radiating vitality. The fruit was nine-colored, each hue representing a transformation at a different level of life.
Not far from him, a maidservant dressed in purple sat gracefully on a blue stone platform, playing the zither. Her figure was graceful, and her purple robes cascaded down like a waterfall, making her skin appear even whiter than snow. As her fingertips plucked the strings, the zither produced clear and melodious sounds. The music flowed with a soothing Taoist charm, sometimes like a mountain stream, ethereal and far-reaching, as if it could cleanse the dust of the world; sometimes like a drizzle on banana leaves, gentle and melodious, as if it were telling an ancient story.
The music mingled with the mist and fragrance of flowers in the garden, creating a tranquil and peaceful scene that made one almost forget the turmoil outside. Su Mo listened quietly, occasionally closing his eyes and nodding, enjoying this rare moment of serenity before the storm.
"Hmm, these old fogies got here pretty quickly!"
Suddenly, Su Mo's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and the fingers holding the wine glass paused slightly, causing a small ripple to spread across the celestial wine in the glass before returning to calm.
Then, he looked up at the chaotic void outside the Immortal Medicine Garden. His gaze seemed to transform into two invisible swords, piercing through layers of barriers and reaching beyond trillions of years in the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, taking in the ever-approaching, majestic aura in the distance.
"These two guys actually joined forces." Su Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone both playful and serious. "A full seventeen high-level quasi-immortal kings, they really think highly of me."
Then, Su Mo's mind sank, and his consciousness flowed into the depths of his natal immortal domain like water, landing in that dark, chaotic prison.
The figure of the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord had become somewhat illusory, as if it might dissipate at any moment. Countless chains of rules were bound around his body, deeply embedded in his remaining form. The once vast essence of a seventh-tier Quasi-Immortal King had now been reduced to less than a layer, like a candle flickering in the chaotic air, threatening to be extinguished at any moment. His eyes were tightly closed, his face ashen, and painful spasms lingered on his features, clearly indicating that he was enduring unspeakable agony; even his immortal soul was emitting silent wails.
"Sigh, just ten thousand years short of completely obliterating this Dark Ruins Immortal Lord."
Su Mo sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes, and they just happened to arrive at this time.
"Next, it seems we are about to face a tough battle."
Although his overall strength has far surpassed the limit of the ninth-tier quasi-immortal king, he is still somewhat inferior to a true immortal immortal king. Even with the advantage of location, he is not confident that he can defeat the weakest eternal immortal king. Those two are the two princes most favored by the Yuan Jin Immortal King. Even an eternal immortal king would not dare to underestimate their trump cards, let alone him.
With a slight shake of his head, Su Mo's consciousness returned to the Immortal Medicine Garden. He drank the immortal wine in his cup in one gulp. The wine entered his throat, carrying a hint of coolness and mellowness, turning into a warm current that nourished his immortal body.
Then, Su Mo slowly rose and looked at the chaotic void again. His gaze became deep and sharp, like a hawk locking onto its prey. The previously restrained aura around him slowly awakened like a sleeping beast...