allonlinenovel Chapter 1193 Rank 8 Perfected Golden Immortal
Chapter 1193 Rank 8 Perfected Golden Immortal
In the depths of the Eternal Night Palace, deep within the dark palace, the faint light of the star gems flickered, illuminating the eighteenth prince's shocked face and making the disbelief in his eyes even clearer.
He abruptly stood up from his throne, his body swaying slightly as if shaken by an invisible force. His eyes were fixed on the quasi-immortal king avatar of the Wuwang Ancestor who had suddenly appeared before him, his pupils shrinking to needles, and his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Senior, what did you say? Your true self is also trapped in their trap and unable to break free? This... how is this possible!"
He knew the extent of the Thirteenth Prince's power without needing to say it, but it was close enough. His strongest subordinate, the Boundless Ancestor, was even a notch below the Unfettered Ancestor in cultivation. Even with the advantage of terrain and the aid of the immortal array, he was at most only slightly stronger than the Unfettered Ancestor. There was absolutely no way he could completely trap a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, let alone break through! This completely overturned his understanding.
"Your Highness, this is a message personally sent to me by the Venerable One. It still carries the original imprint in his divine sense, so there is absolutely no way it could be fake." The avatar of the Wuwang Ancestor said in a deep voice, his anxiety was so palpable that even the edges of his gray robe were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that the situation had reached an extremely critical point.
"What... what exactly is going on?" The eighteenth prince frowned, still finding it hard to believe. "Is my thirteenth brother really hiding so deeply?" He couldn't understand it. With the thirteenth brother's flamboyant personality, if he really had such a powerful expert at his disposal, he would have already eagerly shown off his strength. Why would he have been holding back until now?
"Could it be that some force is secretly sowing discord, deliberately instigating me and the thirteenth prince, so that they can reap the benefits?"
The thought, once it surfaced, grew wildly in the Eighteenth Prince's mind like weeds. His eyes flickered as he quickly calculated: "Is it the eldest sister, the eldest brother, the second brother, or perhaps another brother coveting that position?"
The fact that he could completely suppress the Wuwang Ancestor, even with the advantage of the terrain, meant that his cultivation level must have surpassed that of a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King. If such an existence was truly a pawn of a third-party force, he would undoubtedly become a huge obstacle to Wuwang's attempt to seize the position of Crown Prince.
However, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment. Soon, the Eighteenth Prince forced himself to calm down—the most urgent task now was to rush to the Void Star Abyss to rescue Ancestor Wuwang.
The Venerable Wuwang was the strongest fighter in his faction and his greatest asset. If he were to fall at the hands of that mysterious Quasi-Immortal King, his loss would be enormous, enough to completely shake the foundation of his faction. Although he wouldn't be eliminated outright, his strength would certainly plummet, making it difficult for him to contend with the other princes.
The next second...
"Whoosh..."
With a wave of his hand, the eighteenth prince unleashed several streaks of light carrying his decree, piercing through the layers of arrays and restrictions of the Eternal Night Immortal Palace and disappearing into the chaotic void like shooting stars. It was a summons, an urgent order to gather all his high-ranking quasi-immortal kings; he was going to gamble everything on this.
"Should we contact the thirteenth prince?"
The eighteenth prince sat back on the throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the cold armrest, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the silent palace, a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his thoughts raced rapidly like a tangled mess.
If, as he suspected, a third party was secretly orchestrating this elaborate trap, then he and the Thirteenth Prince, though currently adversaries, were in a similar predicament. If they could temporarily set aside their differences and with the Thirteenth Prince's assistance, their chances of rescuing the Wuwang Ancestor would greatly increase. They might even be able to use this opportunity to trace the mastermind behind it all, killing two birds with one stone.
But what if his guess is wrong, and all of this was actually the work of the thirteenth prince? In that case, asking for help now would be tantamount to walking into a trap. Not only would he fail to save the Wuwang Ancestor, but he might also lose his own life if he wasn't careful.
Moreover, even if he were willing to swallow his pride and join forces with the thirteenth prince, the other party might not be willing to help, and might even take advantage of their misfortune to turn against them. For the position of crown prince, the two brothers had already torn off their relationship and fought openly and covertly for countless eons; where was there any brotherly affection left?
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Within the Primordial Immortal Realm, in the Great Array of Ten Thousand Immortals.
The Ancestor Wuwang had completely given up on the idea of breaking through and was now exerting all his strength to control the Book of Chaos. The yellowed pages of the book unfolded like a curtain spanning the chaos, with countless streams of chaotic light hanging down, weaving into an impenetrable defensive light screen that protected him in the center.
The attacks of the Myriad Immortals Formation were relentless, like a tsunami. Billions of divine lights, like raging waves, crashed against the light barrier wave after wave, unleashing deafening roars. Each collision caused the chaotic void to tremble violently. Each impact made the light barrier shudder violently, emitting a creaking sound. The immortal body of the Boundless Ancestor swayed, his immortal essence diminished, and his face paled visibly.
"I hope His Highness the Eighteenth Prince can bring his men here soon, otherwise, my cultivation will plummet after this battle." Ancestor Wuwang glanced in the direction of Taiyu Xingyuan and prayed silently. At this moment, every second and every breath, his immortal essence was being depleted. The longer the time dragged on, the more immortal essence he would lose. But at this moment, he had no other choice but to pray.
Faced with that immense power that completely surpassed that of a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king, if he did not burn his immortal origin to fight desperately, he feared he would not even last the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before being mercilessly suppressed.
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Within the Primordial World, in the Primordial Immortal Palace.
A dazzling primordial light erupted from Su Mo's body, like a newly born primordial sun, merging and intertwining with the surrounding ethereal azure light, transforming into ribbons of light that flowed endlessly within the palace, illuminating the entire celestial palace as if it were carved from glass.
Su Mo's aura gradually rose to its peak like a volcanic eruption, and the terrifying pressure spread out like a tide, constantly impacting the four directions of the immortal array. The array patterns emitted a mournful "humming" sound. The power of that force was enough to make many seventh-order quasi-immortal kings tremble with fear.
At this moment, Su Mo's cultivation was completely stabilized at the peak of the eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm. His skin flowed with a warm, jade-like luster, with a faint radiance. Every inch of his flesh seemed to contain the weight of an immortal realm. Every move he made resonated with the Great Dao, and even his breathing carried the rhythm of the Primordial Great Dao.
“Right now, my combat power alone is no less than that of a late-stage seventh-tier quasi-immortal king.” Su Mo felt the surging power within his body, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. “Once I set up the Thousand Gods Formation and fuse the power of 1,800 spiritual illusion bodies, my combat power will have completely broken through the ninth-tier quasi-immortal king category… I just wonder how it compares to a true eternal immortal king?”
After a long while, Su Mo finally suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his eyes regained their calm and sharpness.
"Next up is the Wuwang Ancestor."
Su Mo slightly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the barriers of the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, and once again fell upon the Wuwang Ancestor, who was struggling to defend within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. It was time for this tug-of-war to end.
The next second...
With a thought, Su Mo re-established a close connection between his natal immortal soul and the 1,800 illusory spirit bodies in the chaotic void. His perfected eighth-grade Golden Immortal cultivation flowed into each of the avatars like a burst dam.
"Om..."
Within the chaotic void, the golden light surrounding the "Heavenly Immortal Lord" suddenly surged, like a supernova erupting abruptly. The dazzling light pierced through the chaos, illuminating trillions of years of void, even dyeing the deepest nothingness golden. His aura erupted like a dormant volcano that had been dormant for billions of years, surging wildly. In just a breath, it increased dozens of times, and the oppressive force pressed down like the sky collapsing, crushing the surrounding chaotic air currents into dust.
In response, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation increased its array pattern speed by a hundredfold. Hundreds of millions of divine lights intertwined to form a giant net covering the heavens, and the power of the attack also increased rapidly. The destructive power contained in the divine light almost solidified into a tangible form, carrying the power to annihilate everything, like hundreds of millions of divine swords, surging towards the Wuwang Ancestor.
In an instant, the balance of power was completely reversed!
The chaotic light curtain hanging from the Book of Chaos, which could barely withstand the impact of divine light, was now like glass struck by a heavy hammer. With a "crack" sound, obvious cracks appeared, and even the chaotic runes on the pages began to disintegrate, scattering into specks of gray light and dissipating into the chaos.
"No..." The pupils of the Wuwang Ancestor shrank drastically, and the color drained from his face in an instant, leaving only extreme horror and despair. He staggered backward, his immortal body trembling uncontrollably, and his voice trembling, "You...you actually have something to hide? You...what kind of monster are you?"
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