jdhmnovel Chapter 1175 No need for such trouble, I'll send you to see them right now.
Chapter 1175 No need for such trouble, I'll send you to see them right now.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace of the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Su Mo gazed at the surging Immortal True Spirit on the panel, like a galaxy in full bloom, and a smile of anticipation curved his lips as he slowly rose. The Primordial Purple Qi surrounding him seemed to possess a spirit, automatically gathering and flowing like billions of purple dragons, surging into his body like a tidal wave, seeping into every limb and bone—every bone and tendon emitted a soft "creaking" sound, as if forged from chaotic iron through countless hammerings, becoming ever more resilient; every strand of blood shimmered with a purplish-gold luster, its flow suddenly accelerating, like a rushing river, its power becoming ever more immense; every inch of skin radiated a fine halo, as if covered with a layer of armor forged from the Primordial Origin, indestructible, even the blade of rules could not leave a mark.
Within his natal immortal realm, a twelfth-grade Primordial Lotus, suspended at the core of chaos, swayed gently. The chaotic energy beneath the lotus platform rippled like the surface of a lake touched by a spring breeze. As the lotus petals unfurled, countless rays of primordial light showered down, nourishing the entire immortal realm like a gentle rain. The Dao runes on the seventh petal shone even brighter, twinkling like stars, emanating a primordial aura so dense it almost solidified. This aura resonated with the surging primordial immortal power within Su Mo's body, as if cheering on his impending breakthrough, the Daoist chants echoing endlessly.
"Begin pouring the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture into the body."
Su Mo said in a deep voice, his voice echoing in the hall, carrying an unquestionable will.
[You continued cultivating the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture. After 1200000 cosmic eras, the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture reached a new level, successfully entering the seventh-grade minor completion realm.]
A cold notification sound rang out in my mind, like the tolling of a Dao bell, clear and solemn, announcing the end of this cultivation journey.
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An hour later.
"Om..."
Su Mo slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, his eyes flashing with purple light like lightning, as if two primordial stars were burning in his eyes, but they vanished in an instant, leaving only a faint trace of regret.
"Sigh! Eighty trillion units of immortal true spirit, still a little lacking." Su Mo muttered to himself, his fingertips pointing in front of him, tracing a faint afterimage, "Only enough to allow my Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body to break through to the minor completion stage..."
"To break through to the Great Perfection, one would have to obliterate the essence of at least a second-tier Quasi-Immortal King."
Su Mo raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. His gaze fell on a certain spot in the void, as if he were calculating something.
The next second...
A sudden flash of divine light appeared in Su Mo's eyes, his pupils seemingly transforming into two divine eyes that pierced through time and space, directly seeing through the many barriers of the Primordial Immortal Realm, looking through the endless chaos, and seeing that poisonous miasma-filled, deathly Wandu Ruins.
"This 'waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump' strategy is still a bit inefficient." Su Mo shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness. Over the past hundreds of millions of years, apart from the three Quasi-Immortal Kings who initially took the bait, no other Quasi-Immortal Kings have stepped into the trap. Clearly, the successive deaths and annihilation of Quasi-Immortal Kings have made the other Quasi-Immortal Kings more vigilant and cautious.
It will only become more difficult to catch these quasi-immortal kings in the future.
Each and every one of them is an ancient monster who has lived for tens of millions of cosmic eras, or even longer; each and every one of them is a master strategist.
"If we want to continue breaking through, we still have to see who the two sons of the Immortal Kings are." Su Mo's gaze turned towards Taiyuan Star Abyss, a playful smile curving his lips. "I wonder who that thirteenth prince will send this time?"
A hint of undisguised anticipation flashed in his eyes. His fingertips lightly tapped the void before him, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound. Each sound seemed to strike the pulse of chaos, subtly resonating with the surrounding rules: "It would be best if a third-tier quasi-Immortal King came. Then, not only could the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body achieve the seventh rank of mastery, but there might even be a chance to reach the seventh rank of perfection in one fell swoop..."
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Time flowed slowly in Su Mo's anticipation, year after year, like a gentle stream in a long river, and soon, six billion years had passed.
In the primordial world, on the shore of a sacred lake.
The lake's surface was like a mirror, reflecting the purple clouds and the distant, ethereal mountains. Transparent spirit fish swam in the water, their scales shimmering with runes of enlightenment. Occasionally, they would leap out of the water, creating a trail of glistening droplets that refracted into the air with seven colors, like scattered stars. The lakeshore was carpeted with soft green grass, dotted with unknown celestial flowers—red as fire, white as frost—exuding a refreshing fragrance that attracted butterflies and chirping birds, creating a vibrant scene where time seemed to stand still.
A bench carved from chaotic spirit wood sits quietly by the lake, its back entwined with emerald vines and adorned with tiny white flowers, blending seamlessly with the surrounding scenery.
Su Mo leaned back on the bench, his blue robe fluttering gently in the breeze. His expression was relaxed and serene, as if he were not a powerful figure who had dominated the chaotic world, but simply an ordinary fisherman. In his hand, he held a simple bamboo fishing rod. The fishing line was as thin as a hair, yet it was formed from primordial purple energy, making it incredibly strong. It sank silently into the lake, without even causing a ripple on the surface.
He didn't deliberately use his divine sense to explore the underwater world, but simply let his thoughts rise and fall with the ripples on the lake's surface. Six billion years of waiting left no trace of anxiety on his face; instead, it had settled into a deeper composure, like a rock that had withstood countless ages. Occasionally, a spirit fish would bite the hook, causing the fishing line to tremble slightly, but he would simply flick his wrist and release the fish back into the lake, a faint smile in his eyes, as if he were not fishing for fish, but for time itself, enjoying this rare tranquility.
"coming!"
Suddenly, Su Mo raised his head slightly, his previously leisurely gaze abruptly sharpening, his eyes flashing with a lightning-like light that instantly pierced through the layers of barriers of the Primordial Immortal Realm, looking towards that boundless chaotic void. The bamboo fishing rod in his hand trembled slightly, but the Primordial Purple Qi at the end of the fishing line remained completely still, clearly indicating that his attention had been entirely focused on the outside world.
"A third-tier Quasi-Immortal King, and a perfect third-tier Quasi-Immortal King at that..." Su Mo's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he said softly, "This Thirteenth Prince certainly thinks highly of Old Ghost Qianye, as he's willing to send someone like this."
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Beyond the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, trillions of cosmic years later, chaotic energy surged like raging waves, sometimes transforming into ferocious beasts, sometimes condensing into sharp ice shards, filled with violent power capable of tearing apart the bodies of true immortals.
A figure traversed the air, ignoring the surrounding chaotic storm, as if strolling leisurely. He wore a five-colored, interwoven Five Elements Immortal Robe, the runes on the robes flowing and changing with each step—sometimes bursting with golden light, transforming into countless sharp swords to sever the chaotic thorns in his path; sometimes bursting forth with wood energy, sprouting vibrant vines to resist the corruption of chaos; sometimes swirling with water, transforming into a smooth curtain of water to soften the violent impact; sometimes rising with flames, igniting a raging inferno to burn away the gloom blocking his way; sometimes settling into earthy yellow, transforming into a heavy shield to stabilize his body and prevent him from breaking. Five-colored divine light shone around him, like five long rainbows swirling around him, isolating the chaotic airflow outside and forming a peaceful void, allowing him to proceed with ease.
His steps appeared slow, each step seemingly carrying the rhythm of the universe, yet in the instant his foot lifted and fell, his figure appeared in the chaotic void tens of millions of cosmic years away. A single step spanning tens of millions of cosmic years, the ability to shrink the earth to an inch had evolved to its extreme under his feet, as if the entire chaos had become his courtyard, allowing him to roam freely.
It was the Five Elements Ancestor who came from the Five Elements Immortal Sect.
"The Primordial Immortal Realm lies ahead." The Five Elements Ancestor gazed at the area shrouded in misty purple energy, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Strange, why is there no trace of the aura of Qianye or those two juniors, Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang?"
"Could it be that I'm too late? Those two juniors, Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang, have already been captured by that brat Qian Ye?" The Five Elements Ancestor pondered for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Five Elements runes on his robe.
Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang were only eighth-grade Golden Immortals after all. Even if the two brothers joined forces and possessed power comparable to a ninth-grade Golden Immortal, there was still a considerable gap between them and Qian Ye, a ninth-grade Perfect Golden Immortal. After so many billions of years, it was not impossible for them to be defeated and suppressed.
"However, why is there not even a trace of battle within that Primordial Immortal Realm? Could it be that after that brat Qianye captured Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang, he deliberately cleaned up the battlefield and erased all traces of the battle?"
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll find out what happened once I find them."
The next second...
"Whoosh..."
A beam of light, interwoven with black and white, flashed suddenly in the Five Elements Ancestor's palm, spinning endlessly like a miniature Tai Chi diagram. As he channeled his spiritual power, the beam of light expanded abruptly, transforming into a fist-sized primordial light cluster radiating a rich Yin-Yang aura. Within it, black and white energies swirled and intertwined, and two blurry phantom figures could be vaguely seen—the primordial imprints of the two elders, Xuan Yang and Xuan Yin.
This was the Yin-Yang Origin Power that he obtained from the immortal incarnations of the Yin-Yang Elders before leaving Taiyuan Star Abyss, just in case, so that he could find their whereabouts at a critical moment.
Soon, the Five Elements Ancestor, holding the ball of Yin-Yang primordial light in his palm, closed his eyes slightly and began chanting an obscure and profound incantation. The incantation's syllables were strange, seemingly containing the Yin-Yang rhythm of the primordial universe. Each character carried the fluctuations of black and white energy, rippling through the chaotic void and resonating with the surrounding Yin-Yang rules: "Yin and Yang complement each other, emptiness and fullness give rise to each other, the origin is the guide, heaven and earth are the mirror..."
"Trace the trail! Track the location! pinpoint its location!"
"Edict!"
As the last "edict" fell, he sharply touched the ball of light with his fingertip. The yin-yang essence instantly erupted with dazzling black and white light, piercing through the chaos and illuminating the void ahead. The two illusory figures within the ball of light began to shake violently, the black and white energies surging and spinning as if they had come alive, transforming into a slender yin-yang chain that, with a whooshing sound, extended towards the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, its end pointing directly into the depths of the Immortal Realm.
"He's actually still within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm. Qianye, you brat, you have quite the nerve to linger here." A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Five Elements Ancestor. The Five Elements Divine Light around him grew even more intense, with the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth swirling around him, radiating the terrifying pressure of a third-tier Quasi-Immortal King. Following the guidance of the chains, his divine sense surged towards the Hongmeng Immortal Realm like a tidal wave, trying to investigate its true nature.
"No need for such trouble, I will take you to see them right away."
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