allonlinenovel Chapter 1173 Rank 7 Perfected Golden Immortal
Chapter 1173 Rank 7 Perfected Golden Immortal
As Su Mo gazed at the three words "Can be infused" clearly appearing at the end of the "Hongmeng Xuji Immortal Scripture" on the light screen in front of him, his eyes immediately flashed with dazzling surprise, as if a star that had been silent for eternity had suddenly pierced through the long night, and billions of starlight poured down, illuminating the entire Zixiao Palace as if it were daytime. Even the dragon and phoenix reliefs carved on the beams and pillars seemed to be awakened, with a faint luster flowing between the scales and wings.
Over three hundred billion years, thousands of illusory spirit bodies successively obliterated the immortal origins of two quasi-immortal kings, finally gathering the immortal true spirit needed to break through to the seventh-grade perfect golden immortal.
The next second...
Su Mo's expression hardened, the surging blood and qi in his chest almost breaking free from the constraints of his immortal body. The primordial purple qi around him surged like a raging tide, stirring up auspicious clouds across the sky. He took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions slightly, and his voice, tinged with barely suppressed urgency, echoed in the silent Zixiao Palace. Every word seemed to strike the strings of the Great Dao: "Infuse the Primordial Void Ultimate Immortal Scripture!"
[You continued cultivating the Primordial Void Ultimate Immortal Scripture. After 1200000 cosmic eras, you successfully blossomed into the seventh grade, breaking through to the seventh grade perfect Golden Immortal realm.]
A cold notification sound rang in his mind, devoid of any emotion, yet like the most beautiful Daoist chant, instantly igniting all the potential within Su Mo's body. His immortal bones hummed, his immortal veins trembled, and even his immortal soul trembled slightly, as if billions of spiritual lights were exploding in his mind.
"Om..."
Deep within his consciousness, the mysterious ball of light suddenly surged, like a boulder thrown into the deep sea, stirring up thousands of waves.
Countless profound primordial rules and obscure insights into the Great Dao surged into Su Mo's sea of consciousness like a burst dam. The rules were like a dazzling galaxy, flowing with the primordial power of creation, each star representing a simple rule, shimmering with the faint light of the beginning of chaos; the insights were like ancient divine script, telling the supreme mysteries of the cycle of birth and death in the Immortal Realm, each character containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, combining into maxims of the Great Dao.
In the blink of an eye, Su Mo's mind was completely swept into this vast ocean of the Great Dao, entering a profound state of enlightenment. He seemed to transform into a wisp of energy at the beginning of creation, witnessing the birth of heaven and earth from chaos, the separation of pure and turbid energies, the formation of stars in the void, and the evolution of all things under the rules, from minute dust to towering immortal trees, from nascent intelligence to immortal golden immortals. The supernatural powers he had learned and the rules he had comprehended in the past merged at this moment, transforming into an invisible torrent that crashed against his cultivation barrier with overwhelming force, producing a cracking sound.
Almost simultaneously, the twelfth-grade Primordial Lotus, suspended in the center of the Natal Immortal Realm, trembled slightly, and the chaotic energy beneath the lotus platform surged like boiling water. Then, the seventh lotus petal, which had been tightly closed, slowly unfolded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every extension of its veins carried the rhythm of the Great Dao, like the first thunderclap at the beginning of the world, awakening the dormant vitality.
"Click..."
With a soft sound, the chaotic energy surrounding the lotus petals melted away like ice and snow, revealing the brilliant primordial light hidden within. The light was initially as faint as a firefly, but gradually brightened as the lotus petals unfurled, and then suddenly surged, transforming into a towering pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth of the Immortal Realm, illuminating the entire realm as if it were daytime.
Countless primordial rules manifested within the pillar of light, some like a soaring azure dragon, others like a vermilion bird spreading its wings, still others like a roaring white tiger, and still others like a dormant black tortoise. Dragons and phoenixes brought auspiciousness, and all beasts paid homage, creating a scene of great prosperity.
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An hour later.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, auspicious clouds churned, and primordial purple energy swirled around Su Mo's body like boiling waves, forming a massive energy vortex. At the center of the vortex, Su Mo's aura had reached its peak, and an incomparably terrifying pressure erupted from him, like billions of immortal mountains simultaneously crashing down, causing the entire palace to tremble. At this moment, if a ninth-rank Golden Immortal were to step into the Purple Cloud Palace, their immortal body would be instantly crushed by this pressure, their immortal soul flickering like a candle in the wind; even a first-order Quasi-Immortal King would be instantly forced to kneel on the ground, their spine seemingly about to be broken, unable to move an inch.
next moment......
The terrifying pressure that permeated the entire Immortal Palace receded rapidly like a tide, receding into Su Mo's body like rivers flowing into the sea, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed. The Primordial Purple Qi around him also became gentle, swirling around him like a thin veil, returning to its former state of simplicity and purity. His aura merged with the surrounding chaotic energy, remaining unassuming and unassuming. If one did not witness it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a seemingly ordinary body could contain such terrifying power, enough to overturn half of the Star Abyss.
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After a few breaths.
Su Mo slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. A dazzling purple light flashed in his eyes, seemingly able to reflect the cycle of the Great Dao and all the illusions of the world. Even the void was slightly distorted under this gaze. Then the purple light faded away and returned to normal, as if that fleeting glimpse was just an illusion.
"A seventh-grade Golden Immortal at the peak of his cultivation has been achieved!"
Su Mo spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet carrying an indescribable sense of joy and clarity that echoed throughout the hall. He slowly stretched his limbs, the movement of every muscle resonating with the surrounding Dao, the immortal power within his body surging like a vast starry sea, each flow carrying the rhythm of primordial rules, his every gesture capable of suppressing countless immortal realms.
As he carefully felt the surge of power within his body, a satisfied smile gradually appeared on Su Mo's face.
At this moment, his own power alone is enough to sweep away most fifth-tier quasi-immortal kings. Once he uses all his trump cards, even an eighth-tier quasi-immortal king will have to fight to see who wins.
In addition to his geographical advantage, within the vast Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, apart from the lofty Yuanjin Immortal King, few could truly threaten his life.
If you can't beat them, but you're determined to leave, it's not a big problem.
"Next, my plan should truly begin." Su Mo looked out of the hall, his gaze piercing through layers of purple mist, looking towards the distant Taiyuan Star Abyss. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as intimidating as a drawn sword. A confident smile curved his lips, as if he had already grasped the entire game ahead.
Then, Su Mo waved his hand, and a soft white light flashed across the Zixiao Palace. When the light settled, the white-robed, white-haired Ancestor Xuan Yang appeared before him. However, at this moment, Ancestor Xuan Yang's eyes were empty and lifeless, like dusty glass. His face was as pale as paper, and his immortal power was stagnant. He stood there stiffly, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. He showed no trace of his former gentle demeanor, and even the most basic vitality had vanished.
"let's start."
Su Mo lightly raised his fingertip and beckoned to Ancestor Xuan Yang. Instantly, a faint glimmer of light appeared in Ancestor Xuan Yang's lifeless eyes, as if a dying lamp had been rekindled, yet it had no independent consciousness. A condensed divine thought flew out from between his brows, carrying information that Su Mo had implanted beforehand, traversing endless void and heading towards Taiyuan Star Abyss.
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In the central part of Taiyuan Star Abyss, a magnificent black and white immortal palace floats in the chaotic sea of clouds. The Yin-Yang Pearl on the palace roof emits a faint halo, dyeing the chaotic air currents within a radius of millions of eons into black and white.
The palace walls were constructed of the finest Yin-Yang stones. One half was as black as ink, flowing with a chilling, ghostly aura that could freeze the very chaos upon contact; the other half was as white as jade, radiating a scorching warmth that made even the void itself feel slightly hot. Where these two energies intertwined, a colossal Tai Chi phantom emerged, slowly rotating, exuding an ancient and profound Daoist charm, suppressing the turbulent chaotic storms lurking deep within the primordial chaos, and ensuring that the area around the celestial palace remained peaceful.
Inside a quiet chamber deep within the Immortal Palace, an old man dressed in a black and white Daoist robe sat cross-legged on a Yin-Yang futon. This old man's face bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Ancestor Xuan Yang, but he lacked some of the majesty between his brows, and his aura was much weaker. He was only a seventh-grade Golden Immortal, and was an immortal avatar left behind by Xuan Yang in the Taiyuan Star Abyss.
Suddenly, the old man's brows furrowed sharply. The previously flowing Yin and Yang energies abruptly became chaotic, surging and writhing within his body like startled snakes, causing him to groan involuntarily. His tightly closed eyes snapped open, filled with anxiety and unease, his pupils contracting in fear, and even his voice trembled slightly: "Oh no! Something's happened to them! Damn it, that Eighteenth Prince actually sent that wicked old man, Qianye!"
"This is not the time to talk about these things. We must report to His Highness immediately and send reinforcements!" The old man suddenly stood up from the futon, his sleeves fluttering, creating a gust of wind that overturned the tables in the meditation room. "They can't hold out for much longer!"
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