bayedsolid Chapter 1228 Soaring Combat Power
Chapter 1228 Soaring Combat Power
Within the inner perimeter of the Forbidden Land of No Forms, at the center of the eighty-one Eternal Immortal Arrays, Su Mo's aura finally reached its peak. That power was like a raging sea, carrying the momentum to tear apart chaos, frantically impacting the array patterns of the surrounding immortal arrays. At this moment, if anyone were inside the immortal array, even a fifth-order early-stage Eternal Immortal King would tremble with fear.
The surrounding immortal arrays trembled continuously, emitting a buzzing sound, as if they were about to collapse at any moment. The hundreds of illusory spirits around them became increasingly solemn, their hand seals moving even faster, and fine beads of immortal energy seeping from their foreheads.
A few breaths later, Su Mo's aura receded like a receding tide, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. It was as if the earth-shattering pressure from before was just an illusion. Only the immortal array was still humming slightly, as if savoring the impact just now, and the light on the array patterns gradually calmed down.
A few more breaths passed, and Su Mo slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. A stream of purple-gold light flashed in his eyes, like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation, carrying the magnificent power of opening the heavens and the earth. Then it settled into a deep calm, without the slightest ripple. He carefully felt the primordial immortal power surging like a river within his body, and the immortal intent flowing through his flesh. The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, revealing a satisfied smile.
"A twelfth-grade Golden Immortal, truly a legendary realm."
Su Mo murmured to himself, his fingertips twitching slightly. A wisp of primordial immortal power condensed into a ball in his palm and then quietly dissipated. The difference between the two was far greater than the difference between an eleventh-grade Golden Immortal and a tenth-grade Golden Immortal.
At this moment, his own combat power alone is not much weaker than the power he unleashed before breaking through using all his trump cards, enough to rival some peak fifth-tier Eternal Immortal Kings. If he were to fuse with 1,800 illusory spirit bodies, he might not be without a fighting chance even against a slightly weaker eighth-tier Eternal Immortal King.
"Within the twenty-eight domains of this Northern Heavenly Immortal Land, I may not be invincible, but I am not far from it."
Su Mo looked up at the formless, mysterious mist outside the formation, a hint of heroic spirit flashing in his eyes. In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of the Ancient Immortal Realm, the Ten Earths' foundation far surpasses that of the Nine Heavens. Here, the Immortal Kings are the strongest in name only; there is no Primordial Immortal Emperor surpassing the Eternal Immortal King. An Eighth-Order Eternal Immortal King is a top-tier powerhouse throughout the entire Northern Heaven Immortal Land; only the top-ranked Dao Domains could possibly possess such an existence.
Immediately afterwards, Su Mo moved his divine sense, and the attribute panel reappeared before his eyes. Looking at the remaining Eternal True Spirit value, a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes: "There are still nearly 1,300 units of Eternal True Spirit left. I wonder if this will be enough for my Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture to break through to the Great Completion Realm."
As for the twelfth grade Great Perfection, he did not dare to hope for it—the mere breakthrough of the Hongmeng Void Extreme Immortal Scripture to the twelfth grade Great Perfection had consumed nearly 1,500 units of Eternal True Spirit. If he wanted to make the Hongmeng Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture perfect, the required True Spirit would probably be several times higher, which was far beyond what his current True Spirit reserves could support.
"Continue to infuse this seat with the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture!"
[You continued cultivating the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture. After 500 million cosmic eras, you successfully broke through the bottleneck, and the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture advanced to the twelfth grade minor completion stage.]
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One hour later.
Su Mo suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, a hint of regret flashing in them—less than eight hundred units of Eternal True Spirit remained, and the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture had failed to provide him with the three more words he had hoped for.
However, this disappointment quickly vanished. His divine sense sank into his natal immortal domain, gazing at the chaotic prison, a smile gradually appearing on his lips: within the prison were twenty-nine Eternal Immortal Kings waiting to be harvested, including one fourth-tier Eternal Immortal King. Let alone achieving the twelfth-grade perfection of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture, even becoming a Dao-proving Immortal King was only a matter of time.
next second...
"Fellow Daoists, return to your positions!"
Su Mo gave a soft shout, his voice echoing within the formation. Hundreds of illusory spirit bodies around him stopped activating the formation, bowed respectfully to Su Mo, and then transformed into streams of light, merging into his body like birds returning to their nests, finally appearing in the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain.
Immediately afterwards, these hundreds of illusory spirit bodies combined in a profound formation, their primordial immortal power surging wildly within them, transforming into sharp blades of light that slashed at the weakened Lingxu Immortal King in the prison, refining his eternal origin with all their might.
"Not bad, at most a million years, and I can completely obliterate this Lingxu Immortal King." Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, sensing the progress of the refining process. At this speed, it wouldn't take more than ten million years for his Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body to reach the twelfth grade perfection, at which point he could fully strive to break through to the Immortal King realm!
“Now that my cultivation has broken through, it’s time to send the Spirit Illusion to the core area of the Formless Forbidden Land.” Su Mo raised an eyebrow and sent a divine thought across billions of cosmic years to precisely enter the sea of consciousness of a Spirit Illusion near the 120-foot-tall Formless Heavenly Crystal.
"I will obey the decree of the Venerable One."
The illusory spirit suddenly raised its head and respectfully bowed in the direction of Su Mo, its movements fluid and graceful, displaying absolute obedience. Then, with a wave of its hand, it transformed the Boundless Heavenly Crystal, which was over 120 feet tall and still radiating brilliant heavenly light, into a beam of immortal light, which it then absorbed into its natal immortal domain.
Having done all this, the illusory spirit moved, transforming into a condensed stream of light. The stream of light was wrapped in a faint layer of primordial energy, cleaving through the thick, formless fog like a sharp sword, and sped toward the more profound and dangerous core area of the forbidden realm.
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Time flies, and three hundred thousand years pass in the blink of an eye like sand slipping through one's fingers; in the grand scheme of things, it is but a fleeting moment for eternal existence.
The forbidden area without phases, the core area.
The formless, eerie mist here had turned a deep purple-black, churning in the void like thick ink. Each wisp of mist was entwined with visible fragments of laws, colliding to unleash blinding sparks and radiating a terrifying power capable of distorting space and time. Compared to the inner perimeter, the core area was much smaller, less than a billion cosmic years in diameter, less than one ten-thousandth the size of the inner perimeter. Yet, the dangers within were quite the opposite, like a forgotten wasteland, ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than the inner perimeter. Even a fourth-tier Eternal Immortal King would have to proceed with extreme caution, as the slightest misstep could trigger a spacetime trap. If a third-tier Immortal King were to venture in rashly, it would be a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, as they could be torn apart by spacetime rifts within the mist or have their immortal souls corroded by the malevolent energy, making even reincarnation a distant dream.
On this day, a streak of azure light pierced the void, weaving through the dark purple, formless mist like a nimble lightning bolt. The mist, powerful enough to corrode the bodies and souls of third-tier Eternal Immortal Kings, retreated like mice before a cat before this azure light, automatically clearing a path about ten feet wide, as if the azure light contained some aura that instilled fear in them. The azure light moved with incredible speed; wherever it passed, the dark purple mist churned and tried to avoid it, but could not get close, only able to watch helplessly as the figure sped towards the core, leaving behind a fleeting trail of azure light.
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A thousand years later.
The azure light finally stopped in a relatively empty void. The light faded, revealing a somewhat aged figure—clad in faded blue robes with several simple patches on the hem, his face deeply lined like the bark of an old tree weathered by time, yet his eyes were clear as an ancient well, undisturbed by any ripples. He exuded no aura of a powerful being, no fluctuation of immortal energy, no outward manifestation of laws; at first glance, he resembled a refined old man who had secluded himself in the mountains, well-versed in poetry and literature, seemingly completely ignorant of the path of cultivation, merely a mortal who had stumbled into this perilous place, utterly out of place amidst the surrounding dangers.
He slowly raised his hand, brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeve with a relaxed and natural movement, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. A dark purple, eerie mist lingered three zhang around him, like a pack of wary wild beasts,不敢越雷池一步 (不敢越雷池一步 is a phrase that doesn't translate directly but implies a fearful attitude or reluctance to cross the line); in the void, faint, fragmented spatial cracks could be seen slowly opening and closing, within which flowed a hazy, chaotic current, emanating a chilling fluctuation, as if it might expand at any moment into an abyss that devoured everything.
"That's about right, let's stop here!"
The old man in blue spoke softly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable certainty.
The next second...
With a wave of his hand, a formless celestial crystal with a diameter of nearly 130 feet appeared in the void not far from him. Immediately afterwards, brilliant formless celestial light radiated out from the crystal, like a suddenly bright sun, piercing through the dark purple mist and spreading in all directions.
In just a few breaths, the light of the heavens covered the surrounding void for hundreds of millions of years. The rhythm of the Great Dao contained in the radiance resonated like the tolling of a bell, and even showed a tendency to continue to expand, as if to envelop the entire core area, lighting a beacon in this desolate wasteland.
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