jdhmnovel Chapter 1159 Arrival
Chapter 1159 Arrival
The Primordial Immortal Realm, the Primordial World.
A vast and boundless sea stretches between heaven and earth, its waters as blue as the purest gemstone, so clear that one can see the colorful corals swaying thousands of feet below the surface and schools of spirit fish swimming in the water—the scales of those spirit fish shimmer with a faint spiritual light, and with a gentle sway of their tail fins, strings of glistening bubbles rise slowly in the seawater.
Above the sea, the ethereal mist transforms into a milky white haze, drifting gently on the salty sea breeze. Sometimes it gathers into misty fairy mountains, sometimes it scatters like fireflies across the sky. Occasionally, golden sunlight pierces through the clouds, scattering like sharp swords across the water, refracting countless points of light that shimmer and leap like broken gold, making the azure waves even more dazzling, and even the air is tinged with a warm glow.
A dragon boat, about a hundred feet long, sailed leisurely on this azure sea. Crafted entirely from chaotic sandalwood, the boat exuded a faint, ethereal aura, its aroma calming and soothing. The hull was carved with intricate cloud and wave patterns, inlaid with tiny stardust particles that shimmered with a subtle, ethereal light. It moved silently, seemingly one with the sea, leaving only a shallow trail behind it, which was gently swept away by the azure waves. On the deck, glazed tiles reflected the seven colors of sunlight; jade railings were smooth and warm to the touch. In a corner stood several pots of ever-blooming "Drunken Flowing Clouds" fairy flowers, their petals as vibrant as crimson clouds, emitting a delicate fragrance that mingled with the salty sea breeze, refreshing and invigorating.
Dressed in a light blue robe, Su Mo reclined leisurely on a white jade deck chair in the center of the deck. His clothes were loose and flowing, his dark hair cascading casually over his shoulders, a few strands falling across his smooth forehead and gently swaying in the sea breeze. His expression was languid and content. His right hand rested on his forehead, while his left hand lightly held a crystal-clear "Water Cloud Fruit," its peel adorned with tiny water droplets that reflected a soft halo. His gaze was half-closed as he looked towards the distant horizon where the sea met the sky, a pure blue that seemed to merge heaven and earth. A faint smile played on his lips, as if he were admiring the seascape or contemplating the flow of the universe.
On his left and right sides, four graceful and beautiful maids were respectfully attending to him. They wore light green palace dresses with delicate wave patterns embroidered on the hem, and tiny pearls were woven into the silk threads. The pearls rose and fell gently with their breath, shimmering with a soft luster, and their figures were as graceful as green willows by the water.
The first maid on the left held a white jade tray, its edges carved with intertwined lotus patterns. On it lay sliced various celestial fruits—"Fire Lychee" with its honey-like flesh, "Snow Peach" with its frosty skin…and a pot of warm "Flowing Clouds Immortal Wine," the liquid gently swirling within, tinged with a faint reddish glow. Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath her eyelids. Her breath was as steady as a still well, every movement gentle and silent, as if afraid to disturb Su Mo's tranquil contemplation. The second maid held a round fan painted with landscapes. On the fan's surface, famous mountains and rivers were depicted with lifelike detail. A gentle wave of the fan created a breeze, carrying a touch of coolness, mixed with the refreshing scent of the sea, a truly delightful experience.
The first maid on the right, a soft wisp of spiritual light emanating from her fingertips, carefully smoothed Su Mo's slightly disheveled hair. Her movements were as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure; the air itself seemed to soften as her fingertips brushed against his hair. The second maid stood quietly, holding an ancient scroll made of animal hide. Its cover was yellowed, but the edges remained perfectly smooth, clearly carefully preserved and awaiting Su Mo's perusal. Her gaze was focused and reverent, and when it fell upon Su Mo, it was filled with an indescribable awe and respect.
"This old fellow is really willing to risk his life just to get me to take action."
Su Mo's gaze shifted slightly, his fingers beneath his green robe pausing briefly, the languid air of him holding the immortal fruit vanishing instantly. His gaze seemed to transform into two invisible swords, easily piercing through the clouds and gales of the Primordial Chaos Realm, traversing millions of light-years of void, and precisely landing on the figure outside the world's crystal wall—the very same Heavenly Immortal who had been kneeling for five million years.
To demonstrate his so-called "sincerity," this Heavenly Immortal actually abandoned all defenses, allowing the raging chaotic energy to erode his immortal body like knives and axes. Five million years of weathering had long since reduced his star robes to ashes, and his exposed skin was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, deep enough to expose bone. Each crack was wreathed in dark chaotic energy, slowly consuming his very essence. The starlight surrounding his immortal body had dimmed to its lowest point, like a candle flickering in the wind. If this continued, within a million years at most, his immortal soul would be completely corroded by the chaotic energy, not only damaging his Dao foundation and leaving an irreparable Dao wound, but also potentially leading to his soul being scattered and his true spirit annihilated.
"If it were anyone else, they might actually be moved by his 'sincerity' and come to the rescue of the Tianyun clan." Su Mo chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of indifferent sarcasm. "Unfortunately, I don't fall for that."
With a gentle shake of his head, he erased the image of the Heavenly Immortal from his divine sense, and his mind suddenly sank, merging into the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain like a stream of light.
Inside the prison, the chaotic flames flickered with a ghostly blue light, illuminating the nearly exhausted figure in the center—the Ancestor of the Dark Pan. At this moment, his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, with only the occasional twitching of his eyelids proving that he had not yet completely perished.
"At most, another hundred million years will pass before this old man Mingpan is completely annihilated." Su Mo's divine sense lingered on him briefly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. The capture of Ancestor Qingyuan, a second-tier quasi-immortal king, was a blow to Ancestor Mingpan far beyond imagination, directly extinguishing his last shred of will to live. Otherwise, with his foundation as a quasi-second-tier quasi-immortal king, it would have taken at least another five or six hundred billion years to completely annihilate him.
Then, his divine sense swept over the Qingyuan Ancestor not far away. This one was in much better condition; apart from the resentment in his eyes being replaced by numbness, there wasn't much change.
Then, Su Mo stopped paying attention and, with a thought, quietly withdrew his divine sense, returning it to the dragon boat deck.
He stretched, his blue robe swaying gently in the wind, regaining his previous languid comfort, as if his spiritual awareness had only been absent for a fleeting moment. He picked up the celestial fruit again with his left hand, taking a small bite. The sweet juice melted on his tongue, carrying the fragrance of herbs. His gaze returned to the distant seascape—an endless expanse of azure, where water and sky merged seamlessly. Several spirit birds skimmed the surface, creating ripples that shimmered with iridescent colors in the sunlight.
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Spring comes and autumn goes, and time flows quietly in the clear blue waves of the Hongmeng Immortal Realm. In the blink of an eye, 100,000 years have passed. The dragon boat still sails leisurely on the vast sea, but the fairy flowers on the deck have changed several times. The sunlight reflected by the seawater is still as brilliant as broken gold, and the languor between Su Mo's brows has been given a touch of profoundness after years of accumulation.
Three hundred trillion cosmic years beyond the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, chaotic currents surged like raging waves. The dark air currents contained fragments of shattered spacetime and sharp chaotic ice crystals. Every inch was filled with violent power that was enough to kill a half-step Golden Immortal. Even a slightly weaker First-Rank Golden Immortal who ventured into it would have their immortal body shattered and their immortal soul severely damaged in a short time.
"Whoosh..."
A dazzling starlight streaked through the crowd at an astonishing speed; it was a sixth-grade immortal immortal vessel, approximately a thousand feet long. Its hull was forged from a mixture of Taixu Star Iron and chaotic star core, its surface inscribed with dense, flowing runes that formed a pale blue protective shield, isolating it from the surrounding chaotic turbulence. At the bow of the immortal vessel was carved the phantom of a soaring roc; when its wings spread, they could even draw upon the surrounding stellar energy to create a brief vacuum, propelling the immortal vessel forward at breakneck speed.
Its speed was so fast that its trajectory, cutting through the chaos, was like a solidified lightning bolt, almost matching the speed of a seventh-grade Golden Immortal running at full speed. The ship trembled as if it might break free from the constraints of time and space at any moment.
Following the starlight, a ghostly light, like a leech, relentlessly pursued them, the distance between them less than ten million cosmic years. This ghostly light was entirely black, formed from countless tiny bone fragments, resembling a winding bone dragon. Two scarlet demonic crystals were embedded in its head, emanating a chilling aura of death. The bone dragon was surrounded by dense demonic energy; wherever it passed, the chaotic currents were stained black. Its speed was in no way inferior to the sixth-grade immortal ship ahead, and it even showed a faint tendency to accelerate and close in. The foul-smelling demonic energy could be clearly sensed even from a great distance.
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