jdhmnovel Chapter 1003 Breaking the Formation
Chapter 1003 Breaking the Formation
Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
Sitting cross-legged on the black lotus, Su Mo's mind stirred, and his consciousness, like a thread, traversed the endless void, directly establishing a connection with the illusory spirit body at the edge of the Four Symbols Sea in the Crimson Sea.
Through the vision of his avatar, Su Mo gazed at the Four Symbols Sea shrouded in a thick, leaden-gray fog. The fog was not ordinary water vapor, but rather a tapestry woven from countless condensed Four Symbols runes. Each rune exuded an ancient and powerful pressure, as if a slumbering ancient beast were breathing, its breath shaking the surrounding void.
"As expected of a seventh-grade True Immortal's training ground, it is indeed incomparable to a fifth-grade True Immortal's training ground like Black Profound Heaven." Su Mo sighed inwardly, his fingertips gently rubbing his knees, a trace of solemnity flashing deep in his pupils.
The mere fluctuations of the outer barrier carried a terrifying power capable of annihilating a third-grade True Immortal—each flash of the Four Symbols runes flowing in the mist was comparable to a full-force attack from a fourth-grade True Immortal, as if a light touch could crush a second-grade True Immortal's body into dust.
This is only because it has been eroded by 12,000 cosmic eras, and many of the formations and restrictions have become somewhat damaged; if it were in its prime, the outer formations alone could severely injure or even kill a fifth-grade True Immortal.
"With just the power of a single illusory spirit body, let alone entering the tomb of the Four Symbols True Immortals, it would be difficult to even get past these layers of array restrictions and see a glimpse of the tomb."
Su Mo lightly tapped his knee with his fingertip, having made his decision.
Soon, the space at the edge of the Four Symbols Sea fluctuated violently. Then, tiny ripples spread out around the black-clad youth, and in less than a breath, spatial cracks the size of a person began to appear, their edges crackling with tiny spatial lightning, like shattered mirrors.
The next second...
Figures emerged from the crack one after another—there were white-haired old men, holding whisks, their eyes cloudy yet gleaming; there were burly men, bare-armed, their bronze skin covered with hideous scars; there were handsome young men, dressed in white, holding paper fans, yet expressionless; there were also cultivators in Taoist robes, generals in armor… all sorts of people, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, numbering over a thousand.
As soon as these figures appeared, they quickly merged into the black-clad avatar, like drops of water flowing into the ocean.
"Everything is ready, it's time to enter the Four Symbols Dojo!" With a thought, Su Mo felt the petals of the Black Lotus in the quiet room of Nine Spirits Manor tremble slightly, as if echoing his decision.
At the edge of the Four Symbols Sea in the Crimson Sea, the black-clad youth, who had gathered the power of over a thousand illusory spiritual bodies, immediately made a move. His figure shifted slightly, like a black lightning bolt, and he stepped into the surging leaden-gray mist ahead.
Almost the instant he stepped in, the layers of magic arrays and restrictions erupted like a ferocious beast that had been completely enraged!
"Boom..."
The thick fog boiled violently, like boiling water, and countless Four Symbols runes flashed wildly in the fog, weaving together into terrifying nets that covered hundreds of millions of miles.
Countless beams of destructive divine lightning, hundreds of light-years thick, tore through the mist, blasting towards the black-clad youth with blinding white light and crackling sounds. Wherever the lightning bolts passed, the void scorched and hissed. At the same time, countless annihilation hurricanes rose out of thin air, carrying sharp metallic energy capable of shredding immortal metal, howling as they rushed toward the black-clad youth. Wherever they passed, even space itself was scratched with tiny cracks, revealing the chaotic background behind them.
Each of these divine lightning bolts and hurricanes is enough to severely injure a third-grade True Immortal. Even a fourth-grade True Immortal would need to use their natal immortal artifact to defend against them, or they would be seriously injured if they were not careful.
However, the black-clad youth seemed completely oblivious to the overwhelming attack, his face remaining as cold and aloof as he made no defensive gestures, allowing the divine lightning and hurricane to relentlessly bombard him.
next second...
A terrifying scene unfolded!
The divine lightning and hurricanes that were enough to make even a fourth-grade True Immortal change color vanished without a trace when they struck the black-clad youth.
The white light from the divine thunder was swallowed up by the invisible wall of energy surrounding him, and the sharp metallic energy whipped up by the hurricane turned to dust the moment it touched his robes.
He stood amidst the barrage of attacks, his posture as upright as ever. He was not injured, not even a hair on his head was touched. It was as if the raging divine thunder and hurricane were nothing but an illusion, and not even his clothes were stirred.
The fifth level of the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body has been achieved, and the defensive strength of the Spiritual Illusionary Body is even greater than that of most fifth-grade True Immortal artifacts.
To break through his defenses, one would need at least the power of a sixth-grade True Immortal. As for completely annihilating him, without the cultivation of a seventh-grade True Immortal or a seventh-grade True Immortal artifact, it would be virtually impossible. At most, one could only suppress him.
The resources required for physical cultivation are ten or even a hundred times that of magical cultivation, but once successful, their combat power will far surpass that of magical cultivators at the same level.
In particular, their survival ability is hundreds or even thousands of times stronger.
"Thump...thump..."
The Four Symbols Sea trembled slightly, as if enraged by this unshakeable existence. The black-clad avatar continued his journey deeper into the Four Symbols Sea without stopping, leaving behind a still raging sea of lightning and hurricanes that could not harm him in the slightest, like an abandoned farce.
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Time flies, and three days have passed.
The young man in black, like an unwavering shadow, traversed the raging storm of lightning and hurricanes. Countless bolts of destructive divine lightning struck down, and countless annihilation hurricanes swept across, yet they could not shake him in the slightest. The invisible wall of energy surrounding him was like an indestructible barrier, completely neutralizing all attacks. His steps never faltered for a moment as he advanced deeper into the Four Symbols Sea.
On the morning of the fourth day, as he passed through a churning sea of gray fog, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
"call......"
The raging storm of lightning vanished without a trace, as if wiped away by an invisible hand. In its place came endless divine flames. These divine flames were not ordinary immortal flames, but the Vermilion Bird Divine Flame, which even fifth-grade immortals would fear. As the flames rose, they emitted a scorching heat that could burn the heavens and destroy the earth, distorting and deforming the air, and making crackling sounds.
Divine flames surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, converging into a boundless sea of fire. Each flame contained terrifying power to burn immortals, enough to incinerate a fourth-grade True Immortal's body to ashes in an instant. Even a fifth-grade True Immortal would need to summon their natal immortal artifact to barely withstand it.
However, the black-clad youth remained unfazed by the overwhelming, endless divine flames. The flames licked at his robes, emitting a hissing sound, yet they failed to ignite even the hem of his garments. The terrifying power, enough to incinerate the body of a fourth-grade True Immortal, was like a mere scratch on the Spirit Illusionary Body, whose defense was comparable to a fifth-grade True Immortal artifact.
The purplish-blue Vermilion Bird Divine Flame burned and exploded around him, yet not a trace of heat could penetrate his divine body. To him, this raging sea of fire was nothing more than a warm stream, utterly incapable of causing any real harm.
The black-clad avatar slightly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the leaping Vermilion Bird Divine Flame beside him. His eyes remained unmoved as he continued to stride forward. The bluish-purple Vermilion Bird Divine Flame parted a path beneath his feet, retreating like a tide, as if it too feared this body that could not be burned and dared not touch it easily.
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Three more days have passed.
The Vermilion Bird Divine Flame deep within the Four Symbols Sea receded like a tide, and the surrounding scorching heat suddenly dissipated, replaced by a chilling golden light. Countless golden swords formed from the power of Geng Metal appeared out of thin air, their blades varying in length, yet all gleaming with a cold, sharp edge, as if capable of severing everything in the world.
Each sword contained the sharpest essence of Geng metal, densely gathering into a sea of swords.
In the blink of an eye, the sea of swords swept in like a raging storm. The sharp whistling sound of the sword blades cutting through the air was deafening, and even space and time were cut into fine cracks. Its power was more than ten times stronger than the previous sea of thunder and fire, enough to pose a danger to a sixth-grade True Immortal.
At this moment, the black-clad avatar's gaze finally turned serious. These incomparably sharp Gengjin swords were already capable of tearing apart his Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body.
"However, I possess more than just the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body!" The black-clad avatar smirked, his natal sea of time trembling slightly, like a sleeping behemoth awakening. The power of a perfect fifth-grade True Immortal surged like a tsunami, sweeping wildly through his limbs and bones, filling every inch of his divine body with this immense power.
In an instant, a faint golden halo enveloped his body, a sign of the perfect fusion of primordial immortal power and physical strength. His already indestructible defense instantly increased tenfold under the enhancement of true immortal power, becoming almost comparable to a sixth-grade true immortal artifact!
"Clang, clang..."
The overwhelming rain of Gengjin swords bombarded the pale golden halo, producing a dense, popping sound that echoed throughout the Four Symbols Sea. Those golden swords that could have torn his skin were now like chaotic divine iron hitting the halo; they were either bounced away, shattering in an arc in the air, or they shattered directly into a shower of golden dust.
The black-clad avatar stood firm amidst the rain of swords, his figure as steady as a rock. No matter how fiercely the Gengjin swords bombarded him, the pale golden aura surrounding him remained unshaken, without even a ripple. Those sharp metal energies, enough to endanger a sixth-grade True Immortal, could no longer harm him in the slightest.
He looked up into the depths of the sea of swords, the solemnity in his eyes gradually turning into a chilling glint. His steps never faltered; with each step, countless golden swords shattered before him, carving a path through the endless rain of swords as he continued his advance towards the center of the Four Symbols Sea, leaving behind a trail of broken golden light.
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Another three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The sea of swords receded like the tide, the chilling golden light dissipated, and a bone-chilling cold suddenly rose from the depths of the Four Symbols Sea. This cold was not ordinary icy cold, but rather carried a deathly stillness that devoured all life, as if it had surged from the chaotic cold abyss at the very beginning of the Crimson Sea's birth—it was the Northern Darkness's chill, powerful enough to freeze even the soul.
The chilling aura, visible to the naked eye and a deep blue, swept towards the black-clad avatar like a tidal wave. Wherever it passed, space froze into enormous blue ice crystals, even light seemed to be frozen, leaving stiff trails in the air. A teeth-grinding "crackling" sound filled the air—the sound of the void being frozen, the terrifying chill capable of freezing even the divine consciousness of a true immortal.
It specifically targets the soul; even the soul of a sixth-grade True Immortal, if tainted by it, can be completely frozen, turning into a mindless ice sculpture. This is more terrifying than the destruction of the physical body; it is a power that truly eradicates existence from its very root.
The black-clad avatar felt the chill that was penetrating his very soul. His pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong aura of death enveloped his entire body like a bone-deep infection. He could even feel his soul trembling slightly under this chill, as if it would be frozen and shattered in the next second.
With his current level of cultivation and supernatural abilities, it would be extremely difficult for him to endure the Northern Darkness's chill for too long. If he continued to venture deeper, only death awaited him.
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