bayedsolid Chapter 1162 Ending
Chapter 1162 Ending
"Is it wrong to know now? It's too late!"
Inside the Hongmeng Realm, on the dragon boat, Su Mo leaned against the seven-colored cloud bed. Cloud threads, like soft silk, flowed over his green robe, outlining his slender yet upright profile. There was no pity in his eyes, only indifference after the rules had been violated.
The voice pierced through layers of void, carrying a chill that could freeze even immortal souls. It made the immortals of the Netherworld Clan feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave that had stood for millennia, as if their very marrow was about to turn to frost. Their immortal souls trembled violently in the face of this chill.
Once the rules are established, they cannot be trampled on in the slightest. Otherwise, if the rules are changed frequently, what prestige will he, the Lord of the Primordial Chaos, have left? Wouldn't this Primordial Chaos Immortal Realm become a barbaric land where others can run wild at will?
The colossal hand, without pausing for a moment, continued to press down slowly with an overwhelming force.
Wherever it passed, the demonic energy on the bone dragon's body surged violently like boiling oil meeting water, then melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun, emitting a sizzling sound and rising wisps of black smoke. These were the wails of the demonic energy being purified by the power of primordial chaos. With each wisp of black smoke dissipating, the bone dragon's aura weakened a little.
"Click - click -"
A series of crisp cracking sounds filled the air as the skeleton of the Death Bone Dragon, forged from the bones of millions of living beings, disintegrated at a visible speed under the oppressive force of the overwhelming hand. Pieces of pitch-black bone fell from the sky, and as they passed through the clear spiritual energy layer, they were completely purified by the primordial power of the Primordial Immortal Realm, turning into specks of ashes, leaving not even a trace of filth.
In less than a breath, all the layers of arrays and barriers set up on the Death Bone Dragon were broken—those demonic arrays, nourished by billions of years of demonic energy and capable of withstanding the full force of a sixth-grade Golden Immortal's attack, were like child's kites in front of the sky-covering hand, not even lasting half a breath. The light of the shattered runes vanished in an instant like fireworks, brilliant yet despairing.
The overwhelming force swept through the shattered remains of the bone dragon with unstoppable force. Its five fingers suddenly closed, the primordial purple energy swirling around its knuckles flowing like a living thing, transforming into five colossal pillars that converged towards the center. The seven Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan, including the Netherworld Ancestor, were unable to react in the slightest. They didn't even have the thought of detonating their immortal souls in self-destruction before being firmly gripped in the palm of an irresistible force, like ants squeezed in a child's hand, without even the right to struggle.
"Ah...stop, no..."
A piercing scream emanated from the palm, but it was firmly suppressed by the power of rules contained within the overwhelming hand, sounding muffled and filled with despair. The seven Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Clan struggled desperately within the palm, their blood-red horns erupting with a final burst of red light—a sign of burning their immortal essence. Their demonic energy surged and boiled, condensing into countless ferocious demonic shadows, yet they couldn't even budge the hand in the slightest. Instead, as the palm slowly tightened, their immortal bodies began to twist and deform, the cracking sound of their bones shattering clearly audible. Their previously ferocious faces were now filled with extreme fear and despair, their blood-red eyes reflecting only the disorientation of impending death.
Finally, the colossal hand slowly clenched, completely enveloping the seven Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan in its palm. The enormous figures, along with the shattered remains of the bone dragon, were swept away by the hand and slowly sank into that spacetime wormhole.
The chaotic currents at the edge of the wormhole gradually subsided, and the shattered void healed at a visible speed. Faint spiritual light emanated from the cracks, spreading out layer by layer like ripples on water, gently soothing all wounds. The edge of the Primordial Immortal Realm returned to tranquility, as if the breathtaking crushing event had never occurred. Only a faint trace of primordial purple energy remained in the air, lingering almost imperceptibly, silently testifying to the supreme majesty of that being and warning all those who coveted it.
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quiet!
Deadly quiet!
Whether it was the three Heavenly Ancestors who witnessed the whole thing in the Starlight Immortal Ship, or the scattered Immortal Golden Immortals who were attracted by the terrifying pressure just now and were hiding around the Immortal Realm, they were all dumbfounded and speechless, as if they had been frozen in place.
That wasn't the Third-Rank Golden Immortal that the Hongmeng Immortal Lord subdued with the power of a Sixth-Rank Immortal Artifact. Those seven were all Fifth-Rank or Sixth-Rank Golden Immortals, especially the leader, the Netherworld Ancestor, who was a peak Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal. They were so easily suppressed without even a decent resistance. This was simply refreshing their understanding of power, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts, shaking their immortal souls and leaving them unable to calm down for a long time.
After a long while, inside the Starlight Immortal Ship, Ancestor Tianquan and the other two were the first to recover from their shock. Ancestor Tianzui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, only a long sigh escaped his lips; Ancestor Tianming looked down at the half of his body that had been corrupted by demonic energy, a trace of lingering fear and relief flashing in his eyes. They had only wanted to find a place to stay, to properly heal their injuries, and then make plans for the future, never expecting such a huge turn of events—not only had they survived by sheer luck, but they had also witnessed the annihilation of their pursuers.
Finally, a complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Ancestor, a mixture of the satisfaction of avenging a great grudge and the utmost awe for the unfathomable power of the Primordial Immortal Lord. He slowly stood up, straightened his tattered star robe, and bowed deeply towards the faintly visible Primordial Realm deep within the Primordial Immortal Domain, his waist bent at a 90° angle. His voice carried the solemnity of someone who had survived a calamity: "Many thanks to the Immortal Lord for his protection. The Heavenly Yun Clan will never forget this great kindness."
The two patriarchs, Tianzui and Tianming, also struggled to their feet and bowed respectfully. Their movements were devout and reverent, their foreheads almost touching the cold deck, their eyes filled with pure awe.
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On the dragon boat, colorful clouds swirled and shimmered, and the misty spiritual energy flowed over Su Mo's fingertips like water, carrying a warm and smooth touch.
Su Mo ignored the gratitude of the Heavenly Ancestor. His intervention was never to protect anyone, but simply to uphold the rules he had set—no one could be allowed to act recklessly within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm. As for the grudges and feuds of the Tianyun Immortal Clan, they were none of his concern, and he had no interest in getting involved with them and causing himself unnecessary trouble.
"Om..."
A dazzling primordial light bloomed in Su Mo's palm, and then seven miniature figures tightly enveloped by the primordial power appeared in his palm. The figures were no bigger than a fingernail, and they were none other than the seven Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan, including the Netherworld Ancestor. At this moment, their eyes were closed, their demonic energy was completely imprisoned, and even their immortal souls were firmly locked, like dim black beads, devoid of any ferocity.
"Those who run wild in my territory should be prepared to bear the consequences." Su Mo's tone was calm, as if he were dealing with a few specks of dust. After speaking, he slightly moved his mind, and the seven figures in his palm transformed into seven streams of light, which he took into his natal immortal domain to keep company with the previously suppressed Ancestor Mingpan and Ancestor Qingyuan.
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Time flies, and the years flow quietly in the blue sea of the Hongmeng Immortal Realm. The sound of waves lapping against the dragon boat never stops. Soon, 100,000 years have passed.
Over the past 100,000 years, the Hongmeng Immortal Realm has remained as peaceful and serene as ever. The blue sea is as clear as ever, and the dragon boats still sail leisurely. Only the immortal fruits on Su Mo's fingertips have changed time and time again, and the immortal flowers on the deck have bloomed and withered. Only the serenity between his brows has become more and more profound and abyssal.
Outside the Primordial Immortal Realm, a storm concerning the "Primordial Immortal Lord" had already begun to sweep across the land.
The news that the seven Immortal Golden Immortals, including the Netherworld Ancestor—a peak sixth-rank cultivator among them—were easily suppressed by the protectors of the Primordial Immortal Lord spread like a thunderbolt through the Ink Shadow Abyss in less than 100,000 years. Whether it was the established Immortal forces entrenched in the core of the Ink Shadow Abyss or the rogue Golden Immortals wandering on the fringes, everyone was shaken. Countless Golden Immortals firmly remembered the Primordial Prohibitions, warning themselves never to act recklessly within the Primordial Immortal Domain, lest they suffer the same fate as the Netherworld Ancestor and the others.
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"Ah... You Sha, You Jue, You Li... Hong Meng brat, we are mortal enemies, I will not let you go."
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