bookcurios Chapter 1194 Suppressing the Wuwang Ancestor
Chapter 1194 Suppressing the Wuwang Ancestor
Chaos knows no years; time loses its meaning in this void filled with divine light and chaos. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.
Within the Grand Array of Ten Thousand Immortals, the Book of Chaos had long lost its former earth-shattering power. Its divine light was dim, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. Many pages were incomplete, their edges charred and curled, as if scorched by fire, exuding an aura of decay. The once flowing chaotic runes were now reduced to a few scattered fragments, barely clinging to life.
The chaotic barrier that initially covered the Wuwang Ancestor for millions of light-years was now not only covered with dense cracks, crisscrossing like a spider web, as if it would completely collapse at any moment, but it had also been compressed to a radius of less than ten thousand miles, barely able to protect his body, like a fragile eggshell.
Scattered around the barrier were numerous fragments of immortal artifacts, shimmering with faint spiritual light. These were the shattered pages of the Book of Chaos, as well as the broken immortal artifacts of other Quasi-Immortal Kings that Ancestor Wuwang carried with him. In this battle, he had given his all, holding nothing back, and even his most treasured possessions had turned to ashes.
Within the barrier, the Ancestor Wuwang sat cross-legged, golden blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth—a sign of the massive depletion of his immortal essence. The blood dripped down his chin, spreading into shocking blooms on his gray-black robes, creating a stark contrast with his pale face. His once upright and sturdy body was now slightly hunched, as if his spine had been bent by an invisible burden. His aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, a far cry from the imposing majesty of a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king he once was, leaving only endless exhaustion and despair.
"boom......"
Suddenly, a deafening roar, comparable to the Big Bang, resounded throughout the chaos, causing the entire Myriad Immortals Array to tremble slightly. Ripples spread across the array's patterns, as if it were about to be overturned by this force. The chaotic barrier finally gave way, exploding completely under the continuous impact of billions of divine lights, turning into countless specks of light that vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace of chaotic energy behind.
Without the protection of its final barrier, the power of the Myriad Immortals Array surged forth like a flood bursting its banks. Amidst the desperate and resentful cries of the Ancestor Wuwang, divine light instantly engulfed him. Countless beams of destructive light tore through his already shattered immortal body's defenses, like countless incomparably sharp immortal swords, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body. Golden immortal blood splattered, staining the surrounding chaos crimson. Furthermore, the vast power of the array patterns surged into his body, spreading wildly along his meridians, enveloping his natal immortal domain, and beginning to erode his foundation.
The Immortal Realm that had nurtured his foundation for the Great Dao was reduced to utter devastation in less than three breaths. The immortal rules were in disarray, and the cosmic continent crumbled into dust. The power of the array patterns ignored the barriers of the Immortal Realm and, like a malignant tumor, rushed straight towards the Great Dao Lotus of the Nine Grades at the center of the Immortal Realm—the very foundation of his cultivation over ten thousand years, which was now rapidly withering under the erosion of divine light.
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About ten breaths later.
The divine light of the Myriad Immortals Array receded like a tide, leaving behind only a chaotic void in ruins. The natal immortal domain of the Boundless Ancestor was shattered, and the nine-petaled lotus of the Great Dao had withered completely under the erosion of the array's power. His immortal body lay limp in the void, his breath almost gone, with only a faint glimmer of soul light between his brows proving that he had not been completely annihilated—his natal immortal soul, forcibly sealed by the array's power, had become a lamb to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.
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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Su Mo, who was floating on the Azure Lotus of the Void, flashed a gray light at his fingertips, and a figure appeared out of thin air in his palm. It was none other than the Ancestor Wuwang. At this moment, his eyes were closed, the wounds on his immortal body had congealed, and his body was wrapped in a layer of gray restrictions. All his power was completely sealed, and even moving a finger was extremely difficult.
The next second...
"Om..."
A rushing river of time suddenly appeared in the center of the hall. The water was as clear as glass, shimmering and reflecting countless fragments of light and shadow—marks of bygone years, sparkling with the dust of history. The river flowed through the entire hall, and wherever it passed, ripples spread through the air. The flow of time within the hall began to accelerate rapidly, from a hundred times, a thousand times, to ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times… finally stabilizing at a rate of a hundred million times before ceasing its ascent.
One year in the outside world is equivalent to hundreds of millions of years in the celestial palace.
Immediately afterwards, Su Mo's divine sense stirred, and a wisp of divine thought, condensed to the extreme, was like an invisible blade, ignoring the weak defense of Ancestor Wuwang's sea of consciousness and forcibly tearing it in.
Soon, Su Mo's divine sense traversed the immortal soul memories of the Wuwang Ancestor, like a small boat sailing through a vast sea of memories. From his initial naivety and inexperience on the path of immortality to his triumphant ascension to the quasi-immortal king; from his calculated allegiance to the Eighteenth Prince after weighing the pros and cons to his resolute support of the Purple Origin Dao Lord this time... countless scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, including hidden cultivation methods, sealed star map coordinates, and many unknown secrets about the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. Like a thick history book, it slowly unfolded before his eyes, revealing a corner of the iceberg of the ancient immortal world.
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One day later.
"boom!"
The river of time suddenly collapsed, turning into a shower of light that dissipated within the hall like a meteor shower. The flow of time in the entire Primordial Immortal Palace instantly returned to normal, and the lingering scent of time in the air faded away, leaving only a faint, pure, and refreshing Primordial Qi.
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After about half a cup of tea's time.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance in them disappearing before returning to calm. A ninth-tier quasi-immortal king is indeed a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king. The vision and knowledge of the Wuwang Ancestor far surpassed those of the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord and the like. The information contained in his immortal soul memories was like a key, giving him a deeper understanding of the entire ancient immortal realm's structure, the territories of various forces, and the hidden clashes among immortal kings. It was as if a layer of fog had been lifted from his eyes, and his mind suddenly became clear.
Suddenly, Su Mo seemed to have thought of something. His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the petals of the Taixu Green Lotus, making a soft "tap-tap" sound. He pondered for a moment, "I was a step too late in breaking through before, and that old man Wuwang actually let the news out."
"It probably won't be long before the eighteenth prince arrives with his men."
The eighteenth prince himself was not a threat; what truly terrified him was the life-saving measure that Immortal King Yuan Jin had left for this prince. As one of Immortal King Yuan Jin's most favored princes, Su Mo absolutely did not believe that the eighteenth prince did not possess an Immortal King-level trump card.
Even more frightening is that this matter is likely to attract the attention of Immortal King Yuanjin.
In the next battle, he will likely face not only the Eighteenth Prince, but possibly even the founder of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, the Yuanjin Immortal King.
"Fortunately, I am no longer the same person I was a thousand years ago." Su Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes, exuding an air of shrewd composure. "Although I am still no match for a Celestial King, it is not so easy for an ordinary first-order Celestial King to take my life."
The next second...
Su Mo's body trembled slightly, and ten illusory avatars, identical in form to his, emerged from within him. These avatars possessed a refined aura, each radiating a terrifying pressure that would make even a seventh-tier Quasi-Immortal King tremble. After respectfully bowing to Su Mo, they raised their hands, tore through space, and transformed into ten streams of light, heading towards the outside of the desolate Star Abyss.
Glancing at the direction where the ten illusory spirit bodies disappeared, Su Mo felt much relieved. With this backup plan, even if he really faced the Yuan Jin Immortal King, he was quite confident of surviving. Then, Su Mo's mind stirred, and his consciousness sank into the dark chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain. He landed on the half-crippled Dark Ruins Immortal Lord, whose entire body was pierced by chains of rules, his aura as weak as a candle in the wind, his immortal essence being rapidly eroded by the group of illusory spirit bodies.
"With the current cultivation levels of these illusory spirit bodies, and with the aid of the Immortal Array, at most another two hundred thousand years, it will be the time when the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord's soul is scattered."
Su Mo murmured, his gaze falling on the remaining immortal essence within the Dark Ruins Immortal Body.
Previously, he had exhausted the tens of thousands of immortal true spirits he had obtained from killing the Celestial Lord of the Azure Sky. Although he failed to break through to the ninth rank of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body in one fell swoop, he had still reached the great completion of the eighth rank. His combat power had increased several times over again—his true body alone could rival some seventh-rank perfected quasi-immortal kings; although his Spirit Illusion Body was slightly inferior, it was still enough to match a peak seventh-rank quasi-immortal king, and the speed at which he annihilated the immortal origin of the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord had increased by a hundred times, even a thousand times.
"I hope that the eighteenth prince will arrive after I kill the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord." A look of anticipation and solemnity flashed in Su Mo's eyes. "At that time, even if I really attract the Yuan Jin Immortal King, I may still have the strength to fight him."
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