jdhmnovel Chapter 1132 Just because you don't have it doesn't mean your ancestors didn't either
Chapter 1132 Just because you don't have it doesn't mean your ancestors didn't either
A deep incantation flowed from Su Mo's lips, each syllable seemingly retrieved from the primordial chaos, carrying the ancient, primordial Daoist rhythm. Those words fell into the void, transforming into tangible golden musical notes—their edges entwined with intricate chaotic patterns—which circled three times in the air before merging into the crimson array plate. As the last syllable fell, the array plate suddenly lit up like a blood moon, its dark golden blood boiling violently within the grooves. A phantom image of the Yan Yu Ancestor, meditating cross-legged, appeared on its surface. It opened its mouth as if to speak, but with a resounding "bang," the blood transformed into countless thin blood threads, spreading like a net along the array plate's runes, plunging into the void like living roots, and vanishing without a trace.
"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless, and the bloodline connecting us is revealed!"
As the second incantation was uttered, the array plate trembled violently. The blood threads that had seeped into the void surged back from the other end, carrying an even denser primordial aura, and blasted the remaining blood mist apart once more. This time, the blood mist no longer dispersed, but instead condensed into a swirling crimson nebula in front of Su Mo. Within the nebula, blurry figures were slowly solidifying—some figures were surrounded by the intense pressure of seventh- or sixth-grade Golden Immortals, their fiery aura almost tangible, scorching and distorting the air itself; others were dim and indistinct, their aura as weak as a candle in the wind, mostly low-grade Golden Immortals below the third grade, their outlines constantly dissipating and reforming.
"Make a reservation for me!"
With a soft shout, Su Mo pointed his fingers, and the runes on the crimson array plate suddenly contracted, emitting a muffled hum, and the suction force instantly increased tenfold. The crimson mist was forcibly pulled, flowing into the array plate like rivers flowing into the sea, eventually transforming into a three-dimensional star map: the map clearly outlined the distribution of the Nine Flames Star Abyss and several surrounding star abysses, with crimson light spots like stars adorning it, the brightness of the light spots corresponding one by one to the previous outline and aura.
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Nine Flame Star Abyss, one of the 128 Star Abysses of the Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom, has existed for nearly 800 cosmic epochs since its creation, its foundation as deep and profound as an abyss. Within the Star Abyss, the power of the flame rules is so dense as to be almost tangible, billions of stars seem to be enveloped in flames, and even the chaotic air currents carry a scorching temperature, as if stepping into this place would instantly ignite one. Its power and foundation surpass even the Void Star Abyss, placing it firmly among the top sixty of the 128 Star Abysses, and it is jointly ruled by the nine Flame Clans.
These nine Flame Clans are all eighth-rank immortal forces, each with at least one eighth-rank Golden Immortal presiding over them. They possess profound lineages and control the most core flame resources within the Star Abyss. The Flame Prison Clan is one of them, and its territory, the Flame Prison Immortal Domain, is one of the most violently governed areas in the Nine Flame Star Abyss.
In the heart of the Fiery Prison Immortal Realm, within the "Burning Heaven Secret Realm," the sun never shines, only endless magma churns and roars. When the bubbling bubbles burst, the spewing tongues of fire reach tens of millions of feet high, carrying a pungent sulfurous odor. The scorching heat permeating the air is enough to melt ordinary immortal metal, and even space itself is distorted by the heat, rippling faintly, as if it will be burned through into a void at any moment.
A person sat cross-legged in the center of the boiling magma, surrounded by a light red protective shield of immortal energy. Fine flame runes flowed on the shield, subtly resonating with the violent aura of the surrounding magma, keeping the scalding magma out—the magma that was enough to tear the skin of a fifth-grade Golden Immortal was as gentle as a stream outside the shield, not even a spark could penetrate it.
His face bore a striking resemblance to that of the Flame Prison Ancestor, though he possessed a youthful vigor and lacked the sinister aura that comes with age. While the aura emanating from him was not as unfathomable as that of the Flame Prison Ancestor, it still carried the formidable pressure of a seventh-grade Golden Immortal, far exceeding that of sixth-grade Golden Immortals like the Flame Ancestor by more than ten times. Each breath he took caused ripples to spread across the magma sea, like a lurking fiery beast poised to unleash a devastating storm at any moment.
This is Ancestor Yanming, one of the three seventh-grade Golden Immortals of the Yanyu Clan. Within the Yanyu Clan, his status is second only to Ancestor Yanyu, the only eighth-grade Golden Immortal.
At this moment, Ancestor Yanming's eyes were tightly closed, like a fiery sculpture, yet his body was like a bottomless black hole, frantically devouring the pure fire essence from the surrounding magma. With each inhalation and exhalation, the surrounding magma would sink several feet, forming a huge vortex. Countless fiery red light spots surged into his body through his pores, circulating through his meridians before converging into his natal immortal domain, becoming part of his cultivation.
Suddenly, Ancestor Yanming frowned sharply. His previously steady flow of immortal power became chaotic, and the protective shield around him rippled violently, nearly collapsing. Then, he slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and the flickering flames within them carried a hint of barely perceptible panic—a tremor originating from the depths of his soul. Something extremely terrifying was silently watching him from the shadows.
"Ok?"
Ancestor Yanming subconsciously formed hand seals, and three fiery runes flew from his fingertips—these were primordial Dao runes formed by fusing his natal immortal fire with his primordial essence blood. Each rune possessed the power to suppress a sixth-grade Golden Immortal, and only after merging into the protective shield did it barely stabilize the churning blood and qi within his body. However, the intense unease in his heart grew wildly like weeds; it was a warning of being targeted by a natural enemy, as if an invisible blade was hanging overhead, its cold light menacing, ready to fall and cleave him in two at any moment, making his scalp tingle and even his immortal bones feel a chill.
"What's going on? Why do I have this feeling for no reason?"
Ancestor Yanming surveyed his surroundings. The magma within the Burning Heaven Secret Realm continued to churn, the flow of flames remained normal, and even the protective runes on the realm's walls flickered as usual, emitting a faint red glow. Then, Ancestor Yanming's divine sense stirred, and his seventh-grade Golden Immortal divine sense swept out like a tidal wave. In less than a breath, it enveloped every corner of the entire secret realm, not even sparing the source of the fire veins deep within the magma. However, to his disappointment, he still detected no signs of any external invasion; apart from himself, there was no other life force within the secret realm.
But the feeling of impending doom did not dissipate; instead, it grew stronger, engulfing his mind like a tidal wave. His internal organs felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing his breathing to become rapid and his immortal energy to stagnate, as if he would die and vanish in the next second.
"Damn it, what on earth happened?"
The unease in Ancestor Yanming's heart had materialized. The flames at his fingertips pulsed wildly, and the light from the protective shield around him grew increasingly intense, almost solidifying, as if this could dispel the ever-present shadow of death. At the same time, he secretly activated his natal immortal domain, pushing the Immortal Dao of Fire to its limit, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. Even the slightest disturbance would trigger a counterattack immediately.
at this time......
"Boom..."
A deafening roar suddenly exploded, causing the entire Burning Heaven Secret Realm to tremble violently, as if an ancient behemoth was roaring outside the realm. The sea of lava surged with towering waves, and the thick lava pounded against the realm's walls like a waterfall, emitting a sizzling sound. The runes on the walls instantly dimmed, revealing countless fine cracks.
Without warning, the space above Ancestor Yanming collapsed, and countless dark spatial cracks spread like a spider web. The terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of the cracks made him gasp for breath, and even the circulation of his immortal power became sluggish. That pressure was as deep and boundless as the ocean, carrying an aura of dominance that instilled fear deep within his soul, causing his immortal body to tremble uncontrollably.
Then, an enormous hand, blotting out the sky, reached out from the collapsed space. The hand seemed to be forged from chaotic gold and stone, its knuckles distinct, each finger thicker than a volcano in the Burning Heaven Secret Realm. A faint primordial divine light swirled in its palm, and wherever it passed, even the raging flames were forcibly suppressed, becoming as docile as sheep. The sea of magma automatically parted under the palm's force, revealing the crimson rock layers below. The enormous hand, carrying an overwhelming aura, directly grabbed towards the Yanming Ancestor below.
Instantly, an unprecedented sense of death washed over Yan Ming, like ice water being poured over his head. Under that colossal hand that blotted out the sky, he, a late-stage seventh-rank Golden Immortal, felt as insignificant as a lowly ant. His immortal power seemed frozen, unable to circulate, and even lifting a finger was extremely difficult. That oppressive force far exceeded his comprehension, carrying the unique Daoist aura of a ninth-rank Golden Immortal, even surpassing several times the power of a ninth-rank early-stage Golden Immortal he had once seen from afar!
Later... later stages, at least a late-stage ninth-rank Golden Immortal!
Ancestor Yanming's mind went blank with a "buzz," filled with shock and confusion. What on earth had happened? The Yanyu clan had always acted cautiously, never overstepping their bounds to provoke powerful forces they couldn't afford to offend. There were even ancestral rules within the clan strictly forbidding conflict with Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals and their forces. How could a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal suddenly attack him?
"Ah—Senior, stop! This junior has never met you before, there must be some misunderstanding!" Ancestor Yanming roared, his voice distorted with fear, sharp as a broken gong, "If this junior has truly offended you in any way, please tell me, and I am willing to offer a generous gift to apologize!"
Just because you didn't provoke me doesn't mean your ancestors didn't either!
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