allonlinenovel Chapter 1196 Breaking the Delusion
Chapter 1196 Breaking the Delusion
Thirteen trillion cosmic years beyond the Primordial Immortal Realm, in the chaotic void.
A golden ray, like a dragon, swiftly traversed the dark, viscous, chaotic airflow. Wherever it passed, layers of mist were torn apart, leaving behind a fleeting, dazzling trail, like a golden lightning bolt cleaving through the eternal night.
It was an immortal celestial vessel, approximately ten thousand miles long, its hull cast from star-purple gold. Its surface was engraved with intricate celestial patterns, like a galaxy, shimmering with a faint golden light, as if a piece of the starry sky were inlaid upon it. A thick golden barrier covered the surrounding void for ten thousand miles, like an indestructible wall, isolating the raging chaotic air currents. The celestial vessel moved at an extreme speed, tearing space itself apart with sharp whistles, creating a long spatial trail. Even a late-stage ninth-order quasi-immortal king like the Boundless Ancestor, at full power, would fall far short.
At the heart of this immortal celestial vessel stands a magnificent golden palace. The palace walls are constructed of seven-colored glazed tiles, each tile containing an immortal rule, reflecting countless shimmering rays of light that shift and change. Countless glazed palace lanterns hang from the eaves, each burning with an eternal, inextinguishable soul flame, radiating a warm glow. From afar, the entire palace resembles a golden sun rising from chaos, exuding a breathtaking aura of majesty and holiness.
Inside the celestial palace, the thirteenth and eighteenth princes sat side by side on a golden throne forged entirely from Nine Heavens Mystic Gold. The throne stood a hundred feet tall, its armrests and back carved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns. The dragon scales and phoenix feathers were lifelike, each scale shimmering with a faint spiritual light, as if they were about to burst forth and soar through the heavens, demonstrating the incomparably noble status of their users.
The eighteenth prince wore a black brocade robe with dark gold star patterns embroidered on the cuffs. These patterns swirled slightly with his breath, as if depicting the changing star trails. His expression was solemn, as if he were carrying a heavy burden, and his brows were filled with unyielding worry. The thirteenth prince, on the other hand, wore a crimson cloak with leaping flame runes burning on it. A faint flame aura flowed between his sleeves. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his sweeping gaze carried an undeniable sharpness, as if he could see through all illusions.
Below them, on the left and right sides, were eight and seven smaller golden thrones, each occupied by a person. Some of these people were meditating with their eyes closed, their aura as restrained as a dormant volcano, seemingly calm yet containing world-destroying power; others had sharp eyes, their gazes sending chills down the spines of the air, their auras as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, and almost none of them were inferior to the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord.
The old man sitting at the head of the left had white hair like frost and snow falling over his shoulders, with the Daoist charm of time entwined in his hair. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, seemingly old and decrepit, but the moment he raised his eyelids, a sharp light flashed and disappeared. His aura was faint and elusive, carrying a sense of oppression that made people's hearts tremble. He was not much different from the Wuwang Ancestor. He was the Thirteenth Prince's greatest reliance, the Wuyai Ancestor.
"We're almost at the Primordial Immortal Realm." The Eighteenth Prince turned his gaze to the outside of the Immortal Palace, looking at the gradually clearing void in the distance, which was the direction of the Primordial Immortal Realm. "There's not a trace of a great battle, nor can I sense any trace of Senior Wuwang's aura..." He frowned, his face darkened, and his tone carried a hint of unease. "Could it be that Senior Wuwang has already been captured by that mysterious force?"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere within the Immortal Palace instantly became more tense. The air seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, making even breathing heavy and carrying a suffocating stillness. The Quasi-Immortal Kings below also opened their eyes, a hint of solemnity and apprehension flashing in their gazes. They knew full well the strength of the Boundless Ancestor. If even he couldn't withstand the onslaught of that mysterious force within a mere two hundred thousand years, then the terrifying nature of that mysterious force was probably even greater than they had anticipated.
The next second...
"Whoosh..."
The eighteenth prince slightly gestured with his right hand, and a soft golden light rose from his palm. A wisp of immortal blood, exuding a majestic and ancient aura, floated within the golden light. The blood bead was only the size of a grain of rice, yet it contained boundless vitality. Its aura was identical to that of the primordial aura emanating from the Wuwang Ancestor, carrying the immortal charm unique to a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king.
This was a trace of the original immortal blood of the Wuwang Ancestor, which he obtained from the sixth-order quasi-immortal king before setting off.
Immediately afterward, the eighteenth prince's expression hardened, his eyes slightly closed, and he slowly uttered an obscure and ancient incantation. The syllables, seemingly from the very beginning of time, echoed within the celestial palace with a strange rhythm, as if countless ancestors were softly chanting, drawing upon some mysterious power from the chaotic void:
"With blood as the guide and soul as the thread, traverse chaos and trace back to the origin... The breath of nothingness, return to its rightful place and manifest itself, command!"
With each word spoken, golden runes seemed to condense in the void, instantly merging into the wisp of primordial immortal blood in his palm. The immortal blood suddenly shone brightly, its light growing ever more intense, and the primordial aura of the Boundless Ancestor contained within it surged accordingly, like a guiding lamp lit in the chaos.
The eighteenth prince's fingertips trembled slightly as he guided the aura within the immortal blood toward the Primordial Immortal Realm. Immortal power flowed slowly around him, harmonizing with the rhythm of the incantation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating that maintaining this deduction was not easy; even with the primordial immortal blood as a guide, it still required a great deal of mental effort.
The celestial palace was completely silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the pulsating celestial blood. Even their breathing was subconsciously softened, for fear of disturbing this fragile connection. Only the lingering echo of the incantation remained in the air.
As the last "edict" was uttered, the immortal blood trembled violently, its light abruptly receding and transforming into a slender golden beam that pointed directly towards a certain direction deep within the Primordial Immortal Realm, swaying slightly as if indicating the target's location. However, within that golden light, there was a faint hint of dimness, lacking some of its vibrant life force, like a candle flickering in the wind.
“That direction… Sure enough, Senior Wuwang has been captured by that mysterious force.” The Eighteenth Prince slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the Hongmeng Immortal Realm 13 trillion cosmic years away. His tone was bitter, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere within the Immortal Palace grew even heavier, the air seemingly solidifying. Although everyone had already guessed that Ancestor Wuwang might have been suppressed by that mysterious force, the fact that it was right before their eyes still cast a shadow over their hearts. Ancestor Wuwang was a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, one of the top ten strongest beings in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. Apart from the lofty Immortal King himself, almost no one could truly threaten him. The fact that he had perished here was a shock to their understanding, and a chill crept into their hearts, filling them with a nameless dread about the Primordial Immortal Realm ahead.
Time passed slowly in this oppressive atmosphere, each second feeling exceptionally long, like waiting for an unknown judgment in agony.
After a cup of tea's time.
The immortal ship, like a streak of light, traversed a distance of three hundred billion cosmic years, finally coming to a slow stop a trillion cosmic years outside the Primordial Immortal Realm. The golden light on the ship's hull subsided, and the barrier rippled slightly, clearly reflecting the void scene before it into the immortal palace.
next moment......
With a flick of his long sleeve, the eighteenth prince unleashed a burst of chaotic light that condensed in mid-air, transforming into a chaotic crystal bead about ten feet in diameter. Its surface was covered with dark golden patterns, resembling countless tiny lightning bolts dancing across it, radiating a sharp aura that dispelled illusions. It was none other than the treasure in his hand—the Heavenly Pearl of Illusion-Dispelling.
"The Heavenly Pearl of Delusion, the Light of Delusion, Delusion Shatter!"
With a soft shout, the Heavenly Pearl of Illusion suddenly erupted with billions of dazzling silver-white beams of light, like countless unsheathed swords, sweeping across trillions of eons of void with a power that could tear through the illusion. Wherever the beams passed, ripples spread through the void, and those immortal immortal arrays that had been hidden from view instantly manifested—some spread across the void like spider webs, their array patterns shimmering with a ghostly blue light, radiating an aura that corroded everything, collapsing upon contact; others resembled galaxies encircling the void, flowing with the rules of immortal stars, drawing upon the power of the celestial constellations, vast and magnificent; and still others transformed into enormous, devouring maws, radiating an aura of annihilation, as if they were about to swallow the entire chaos.
"Hiss... What an unparalleled immortal array!" The Eighteenth Prince gasped, his face paling slightly as he gazed at the dense, interlocking immortal arrays before him. Each of those arrays instilled in him, a seventh-tier quasi-immortal king, an intense sense of danger, as if stepping into one would instantly tear him apart. He could clearly sense that if all these arrays were activated, their power would increase a hundredfold, even a thousandfold, forming a net that would be inescapable. Even a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king falling into it would be doomed, forced to flee in disarray, and a single misstep would result in utter annihilation, leaving no trace of his remains.
“No wonder Senior Wuwang was suppressed by that mysterious force.” A look of understanding flashed in the Eighteenth Prince’s eyes. He took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked towards the Primordial Immortal Realm, which was trillions of years away, and said loudly, “You will release Senior Wuwang and the others at once! We can forgive everything that happened before. Otherwise, we will make sure you die without a burial place!”
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