allonlinenovel Chapter 1093 Breakthrough
Chapter 1093 Breakthrough
Xuanming Golden Immortal's expression changed drastically. His eyes were fixed on "Xuanguang Golden Immortal." That terrifying power was more than ten times stronger than his own, something his nephew, who could at most barely contend with a peak second-grade Golden Immortal, could never possess! He subconsciously tried to recall his natal immortal artifact, the Immortal Suppressing Seal, for defense, but he discovered in despair that the three second-grade Golden Immortals, including the Blood Ancient Golden Immortal, who had just been trying to escape, were now simultaneously unleashing the terrifying pressure of a perfect fourth-grade Golden Immortal. The three forces intertwined into a net, like a cage between heaven and earth, instantly suppressing the Immortal Suppressing Seal in mid-air, rendering it unable to move. Even the runes on the seal dimmed, emitting a mournful tremor.
"It's all over! Everything's over!"
Endless despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed his soul. Against a mere fourth-grade Golden Immortal at the peak of perfection, even using all his trump cards, he had at most a slim chance of survival; now, four fourth-grade Golden Immortals at the peak of perfection ...
In that instant, the Golden Myriad Manifestations Sword was already upon him, the myriad runes flowing across its blade reflecting the horrified face of the Golden Immortal Xuanming. He mustered his last ounce of strength to try and raise his hand to defend himself, only to find that his immortal power had already been locked up by an invisible force, like solidified mud, rendering even his soul immobile. He could only watch helplessly as the sword, with its destructive sharpness, pierced towards him, with no way to dodge.
"Puff..."
A flash of sword light, without a deafening roar, only a soft sound, and the Golden Light Myriad Manifestations Sword pierced directly through his chest, pinning him firmly in the void. The terrifying power of a perfected fourth-grade Golden Immortal erupted rapidly within his body, destroying all his defenses like a flood bursting its banks. His meridians were severed, his immortal bones shattered, and even his proud vertical eye dimmed, ultimately sealing his natal immortal domain completely, transforming it into a faint ball of light.
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After three breaths.
Azure Dragon Immortal Boat, Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.
"Whoosh..."
A flash of white light appeared in Su Mo's hand, and a miniature figure materialized out of thin air, landing steadily in his palm. It was a tiny figure about the size of a palm, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, with its vertical eye tightly closed between its brows, as if still retaining the fear before its death, and its cheeks slightly twisted with resentment—it was none other than Xuanming Golden Immortal, whose innate immortal domain and divine soul had been sealed.
He flailed his limbs in vain, letting out soft moans, but he couldn't move a single finger. He could only stare at Su Mo with bloodshot eyes, his gaze filled with resentment and despair, as if he wanted to etch this face into the depths of his soul, so that he would hold a grudge for eternity even if his soul were to be scattered.
"First."
Su Mo lowered his eyes to look at the "spoils of war" in his palm, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. A late-stage third-rank Golden Immortal was enough to be worth hundreds of first-rank Golden Immortals, or even more. The immortal true spirit of this Xuanming Golden Immortal alone was enough to allow his cultivation to break through to the second-rank perfect Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop.
With a slight thought, a faint blue light emanated from his palm, enveloping the miniature figure. Su Mo gently clenched his fist, and the figure of the Xuanming Golden Immortal transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into his sleeve and being sent deep into his natal immortal domain to await refinement alongside other Golden Immortal True Spirits.
Having done all this, Su Mo turned slightly to the side, his gaze falling upon the Yin-Yang Dao Platform. In the center of the platform, black and white qi swirled, reflecting a phantom figure.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and the figure solidified at the edge of the platform—wearing a gray robe, surrounded by a faint aura of the Great Dao of Reincarnation, his face bearing a five or six-point resemblance to the Golden Immortal Mo Yang, but appearing much older, with the majesty of someone who had long held a high position between his brows.
Mo Yuan, the Golden Immortal, is the great-uncle of Mo Yang, the leader of the Samsara Immortal Clan's expedition to the Three Yang Immortal Tombs, and the only one of the six Golden Immortals of the Samsara Immortal Clan that he has not yet defeated.
"You're next!"
Su Mo lightly tapped the Dao platform with his fingertips, producing a crisp sound, like striking the drumbeat of destiny. A new command was transmitted through his divine sense, like an invisible thread, precisely landing in the sea of consciousness of the five illusory spiritual bodies, including "Ink Sun Golden Immortal." The command was concise and cold—hunt down Mo Yuan.
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Spring came and autumn went, and the wind and snow of the Three Suns Continent covered the mountains and rivers three hundred times, only to be melted away by the warm spring sun three hundred times. In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed.
In the southern part of the Three Suns Continent, on a vast snow-covered plain, biting winds howled, whipping up ice shards like countless tiny knives slicing through the void. Even space itself seemed frozen solid, adorned with glistening frost. This place was incredibly cold, containing the ultimate Dao of Ice. Anyone below the level of an Immortal Golden Immortal who dared to step into it would instantly be frozen into an ice sculpture, their soul frozen, reduced to a mindless shell.
Suddenly, a piercing, desperate wail ripped through the snowstorm, echoing across the entire snowfield, filled with boundless resentment: "No... I haven't even broken through to the fourth rank of Golden Immortal! I'm not reconciled..."
In the blink of an eye, the wailing stopped abruptly, leaving only the sobbing of the wind and snow, as if mourning the fall of this golden immortal. Even the falling snowflakes seemed to be tinged with sorrow.
next moment......
Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.
A faint light of reincarnation flowed from Su Mo's fingertips. When the light dissipated, a figure about three inches tall appeared in his hand. The figure wore a gray Daoist robe, had white hair and beard, and his face was frozen in disbelief and astonishment. It was none other than Mo Yuan, the Golden Immortal, whose natal immortal domain and divine soul had been sealed. The aura of the Dao of Reincarnation around him had become extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind. Even the folds of his Daoist robe exuded a deathly stillness, and he showed no trace of his former majesty.
Faced with the encirclement and attack of five perfect fourth-grade Golden Immortals, who were disguised as his most trusted junior relatives and nephews and launched a surprise attack, Mo Yuan, a mid-third-grade Golden Immortal, was completely powerless to resist and was ruthlessly suppressed. His natal immortal artifact, the "Reincarnation Disc," was imprisoned before it could even be used, and even sending a message to the outside world was a pipe dream.
“The third Rank 3 Golden Immortal.” Su Mo weighed the miniature figure in his hand, a cold glint in his eyes. “Next, let’s choose Tianze Golden Immortal from the Tianying Immortal Clan.”
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Time flies, and two thousand five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Whoosh..."
Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace, the Yin-Yang Dao Platform shimmered with light. Su Mo flipped his right hand, and a divine light of four colors—azure, white, black, and vermilion—suddenly flashed, as if the essence of the four elements in the world had been overturned, emanating an ancient and boundless aura. When the light faded, a miniature monster enveloped in the power of the four elements appeared in his palm.
This strange creature had four heads and eight arms, each head displaying a ferocious expression—the Azure Dragon head glared angrily, spewing forth azure dragon energy; the White Tiger head bared its fangs, radiating a malevolent aura; the Vermilion Bird head emitted raging flames, scorching the void; and the Black Tortoise head was covered in tortoise shell-like armor, exuding a sense of weight and defense. Faint traces of the Great Dao of Immortality still lingered on its eight arms, but at this moment, they were tightly bound by the reversed power of the Four Symbols, rendering it unable to move.
This is Mingyuan, a Golden Immortal of the Four Symbols Immortal Clan, a perfected third-grade Golden Immortal who is proficient in the Four Symbols Great Dao and whose combat power is among the top of third-grade Golden Immortals. At this moment, he is being restrained by the backlash of the power of the Four Symbols, and the same terror is frozen on all four heads. His eight arms wave in vain, but they cannot even touch Su Mo's skin with their fingertips. They can only struggle in the small space in their palms and let out a silent roar.
"The thirteenth Golden Immortal of the Third Rank."
Su Mo looked down at the "spoils of war" in his palm, a hint of barely perceptible pleasure in his voice. Over the past two thousand five hundred years, thanks to the meticulous scheming of a group of illusory spirit bodies, almost all the third-rank Golden Immortals in the Three Yang Immortal Tomb had become his possessions.
No matter how illustrious their background or whether they have a fifth-rank Golden Immortal backing them up, once they are targeted by the Spirit Void Illusion, there is no chance of escape. Those so-called life-saving methods, such as substitute puppets, immortal talismans of seclusion, or even the protective marks left by fifth-rank Golden Immortals, are nothing more than allowing them to prolong their lives for a few more days. In the end, they will all be unable to escape the fate of being suppressed and sealed.
Then, Su Mo's mind sank into his natal immortal domain. There, deep within the space evolved from primordial chaos, chaotic energy surged, and hundreds of golden immortal figures floated within, like stars awaiting nourishment. At the forefront, the souls of the earliest suppressed golden immortals, such as Mo Yang and Mo Xu, had become almost completely transparent. The Dao patterns around their bodies were ashen, and their immortal origins had been worn away to the last wisp, as if they would dissipate completely at any moment.
"The immortal essence of Mo Yang and his companions is about to be completely obliterated."
Su Mo's lips curled up slightly, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
"It seems that it won't be long before my cultivation level breaks through."
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Another fifty years have passed.
In the southern part of the Void Star Abyss, lies the Immortal Realm of Reincarnation.
This vast territory, woven from the Great Dao of Reincarnation, has been shrouded in a faint gray mist for billions of years. The stars within the Immortal Realm slowly rotate according to the cycle of reincarnation, exuding an unchanging stillness and majesty.
However, on this day, the peace was suddenly shattered.
"Om..."
The entire Immortal Realm trembled slightly, as if a sleeping behemoth had overturned at the bottom of the sea, even causing the trajectories of the stars to deviate. Above the Reincarnation Temple at the center of the Immortal Realm, a strange blood cloud appeared without warning. Initially, it was only a few hundred eons in size, as red as blood and as thick as ink. In the blink of an eye, it spread outwards like a tide. Electric snakes danced wildly in the crimson cloud, emitting a "sizzling" sound and exuding a chilling bloody stench, threatening to shroud the entire Immortal Realm.
Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour of blood began.
The rain was no ordinary liquid, but was formed from pure crimson energy. Each drop carried a chilling coldness. Wherever it fell, the spiritual energy in the Immortal Realm instantly became chaotic, the cosmic seas trembled violently, a large number of continents collapsed and disintegrated, and even the operation of the Great Dao of Reincarnation showed slight stagnation. The water in the Pool of Reincarnation rippled with strange crimson ripples.
What shocked the Reincarnation Immortal Clan cultivators even more was that the statues of the Golden Immortals of the Ink Sun, whether they were the golden bodies standing in the temple or the avatars scattered in the various universes, all made a "crack" sound at almost the same time. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on their surfaces, and then they collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of rubble, without even a trace of true spirit remaining.
At the moment the statue collapsed, countless cultivators who had karmic ties with Mo Yang Jin Xian felt that the faint connection between him and their souls was severed as if by a sharp blade, and a strange sense of palpitation and emptiness rose in their hearts.
"Ah... Mo Yang..."
Deep within the Temple of Reincarnation, an aged and furious voice resounded, filled with boundless shock and rage.
Then, a terrifying pressure from a peak fourth-grade Golden Immortal rose from the center of the Immortal Realm like a volcanic eruption, and gray reincarnation power swept in all directions, temporarily forcing the blood cloud back a third. This pressure was so strong that all beings below the half-step Immortal level in the entire Immortal Realm, regardless of what kind of secret realm or protection they were in, were all crushed to the ground. Their limbs groaned under the unbearable weight, and they didn't even have the strength to raise their heads. They could only prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling.
"Damn it, who on earth dares to harm my race's immortals!"
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Almost within a few years, strange phenomena occurred in the Thousand Yuan Immortal Realm, the Xuanmu Immortal Realm, the Tianying Immortal Realm, the Four Symbols Immortal Realm, the Five Elements Immortal Realm, and so on. Blood rain poured down, and one after another, the statues of immortal golden immortals collapsed and disintegrated, turning into dust and scattering with the wind.
The death of Mo Yang Jinxian was like the first horn that heralded the beginning of something terrible.
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"Good! The Immortal True Spirit is enough, the Second Grade Perfect Golden Immortal himself is here."