bayedsolid Chapter 1118 Successive Suppressions
Chapter 1118 Successive Suppressions
The Misty Ruins, a major forbidden area in the southern part of the Void Origin Star Abyss. Although not among the top ten forbidden areas, its danger is comparable—the entire star field is shrouded year-round in a dark green poisonous miasma. The miasma is viscous like aged putrid slurry, with a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor, as if mixed with the putrid fluids of billions of living beings. The toxins contained within are extremely domineering, capable of not only corroding even immortal bodies, turning immortal bones into pus, but also penetrating deep into the soul, twisting the cultivator's Dao heart into a bloodthirsty madman. Let alone ordinary Golden Immortals, even third-grade immortal Golden Immortals would never dare to approach without a supreme treasure to restrain the miasma. The slightest mistake would result in being assimilated by the miasma, reduced to a walking corpse that only knows killing, eternally sinking into this land of despair, even stripped of the right to reincarnation.
Deep within this miasma-shrouded wasteland, suspended in mid-air, lies a skeletal altar spanning millions of light-years. Constructed from the bones of countless beings, eerie green flames flicker in the eye sockets of the skulls, casting an unsettling glow upon the surrounding poisonous miasma. Ribs and spines intertwine to form grotesque, blood-red runes, each flowing with venomous resentment, as if one could hear the wailing of countless wronged souls within, their cries hoarse and heart-wrenching. The dense stench of blood and malevolent energy coalesces here, transforming into black pillars of energy that shoot straight into the sky, frantically devoured by the figure at the center of the altar, nourishing his ever-chilling aura and making him a darling of darkness.
The figure, clad in a long black robe and towering tens of thousands of light-years in height, sat cross-legged like a black mountain spanning a galaxy, its oppressive presence deterring even the surrounding poisonous miasma from approaching. His face was sinister, his brow bones high and sharp as if carved by a knife, his eyes deep-set like bottomless pools of ice. His aura was chillingly cold, like the source of darkness born at the dawn of chaos. Each breath stirred the malevolent energy of the entire desolate realm, condensing into flowing black patterns on his body, subtly revealing a mad, all-consuming frenzy, as if he intended to drag this entire world into a dark abyss.
He was none other than the Dark Nightmare Ancestor, one of the demonic giants of the southern part of the Void Origin Star Abyss. Countless forces had been destroyed by his hand, including no fewer than five fourth-rank Golden Immortal forces alone. His name had long been an inescapable nightmare in the hearts of countless forces, and the mere mention of it could send chills down one's spine.
"Boom..."
Without warning, the entire Misty Ruins trembled violently. The dark green poisonous miasma, like boiling water tossed in hot oil, surged and formed countless vortexes. At the center of these vortexes, fragments of torn space could be vaguely seen, gleaming with a dangerous, cold light. Then, the void at the center of the ruins began to rapidly twist and collapse. Countless rhomboid fragments of space, like shattered mirrors, flew in all directions with sharp edges, tearing through the poisonous miasma and leaving behind trails of vacuum. A spacetime tunnel, tens of millions of light-years wide, suddenly tore open. The tunnel was filled with a chaotic halo, and the phantoms of star birth and death, and the cycle of the universe could be vaguely seen, radiating a suffocatingly vast pressure, as if connecting to another supreme dimension.
The next second...
A colossal hand, obscuring the sky, slowly emerged from the passage. Its skin was a chaotic color, its lines as mysterious as the movement of a galaxy, each line containing the Daoist principles of creation and destruction. A faint halo of immortal rules lingered around its fingertips, dazzling yet restrained. Each finger was larger than a star; wherever it passed, the dark green poisonous miasma retreated frantically as if encountering its nemesis, turning into wisps of green smoke, leaving not a trace. The condensed resentment and malevolent energy were crushed by an invisible force, leaving not a mark, as if it had never existed. This hand possessed no earth-shattering power, yet it carried a sense of oppressive dominance, overlooking all living beings, as it slowly descended upon the Ink Nightmare Ancestor on the bone altar, as if crushing an ant, its movements calm and casual.
"not good......"
The old ancestor Mo Yan's expression changed drastically. The color drained from his originally sinister face, leaving only a deathly pale look of terror. His tightly closed eyes snapped open, his pupils clearly reflecting the colossal hand that blotted out the sky, filled with disbelief and dread. He tried to mobilize his immortal power to resist, but the immortal power within his body was like stagnant water frozen in ice. No matter how he tried to activate it, it wouldn't budge. Even the black patterns that had formed on his fingertips had lost their luster, like extinguished will-o'-the-wisps, devoid of any ferocity.
Despair gripped his heart instantly, like being coiled and suffocated by a cold, venomous snake. He was a peak fifth-grade Golden Immortal, capable of holding his own even against a sixth-grade monster. How could he have ever felt so powerless? He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, as if a single thought from his opponent could annihilate him, leaving him forever without rebirth.
"Seventh rank... a seventh-rank Golden Immortal!"
The mind of the Ink Nightmare Ancestor was in a frenzy as a terrifying thought exploded like a thunderclap. The one who could suppress his power so easily must be at least a seventh-grade Golden Immortal, and possibly even a legendary eighth-grade powerhouse!
When did Kongyuan Xingyuan ever have a seventh-rank Golden Immortal? What puzzled him even more was that for nearly a hundred cosmic eras, he had remained secluded in the Misty Ruins, never stepping out of the forbidden area. How could he have offended such an existence? Could it be that his old enemy had found an accomplice?
"Senior, spare my life!" The voice of the Old Ancestor Mo Yan trembled uncontrollably. Faced with absolute power, all his sinister and madness turned into a deep-seated fear. "There must be some misunderstanding! I have never offended you, senior. If there is any offense, please enlighten me. I am willing to do everything I can to make amends. I only beg you to spare my life!"
He roared and struggled frantically, but his body was as if nailed to the altar by invisible spikes, unable to move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as the giant hand continued to fall. Before the palm even touched the altar, an invisible pressure caused the white bone altar to begin to crack, and the billions of bones let out mournful cries of unbearable pressure. The condensed resentment and evil energy dissipated like a tide, leaving him no room for resistance.
Without pausing, the colossal hand, carrying an overwhelming aura, slowly pressed down on the head of the Dark Nightmare Ancestor. It was unhurried yet carried an irresistible resolve.
"Do not......"
The Old Ancestor Mo Yan let out a final, desperate roar, but under the terrifying pressure of the overwhelming hand, the sound was crushed into a silent whimper and dissipated into the poisonous miasma before it could even escape the altar's range.
next moment......
The colossal hand precisely grasped the Dark Nightmare Ancestor in its palm. An immortal power, far more terrifying than that of the Dark Nightmare Ancestor, a peak fifth-grade Golden Immortal, surged into his body like a burst dam, utterly sealing and suppressing the Dark Nightmare Ancestor's soul, immortal domain, and immortal body from the inside out with overwhelming force, rendering him utterly powerless. Then, the colossal hand, holding the lifeless Dark Nightmare Ancestor, slowly retracted into the spacetime tunnel.
"boom......"
A deafening roar, comparable to the explosion of a star, echoed throughout the Misty Ruins. The bone altar, now devoid of its master, crumbled instantly, scattering countless bones amidst the poisonous miasma like a rain of bones, heralding the end of an era dominated by a demonic force. The spacetime portal slowly closed, the fragments at its edges gradually healing, as if they had never existed. Only the still-churning, dark green poisonous miasma of the Misty Ruins and a lingering trace of chaotic energy in the air remained, proving that the crushing massacre had not been an illusion.
......
The Tomb of the Three Yang Immortals, the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat, and the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.
"Whoosh..."
A black light, like a bat flitting through the night, flashed past suddenly, carrying a strong, chilling aura, breaking the silence of the hall and leaving a faint black shadow.
next moment......
The once towering figure of the Dark Nightmare Ancestor, spanning tens of thousands of light-years, had been compressed to a mere three inches by an invisible force, appearing beside the spot where the mid-stage fifth-rank Golden Immortal avatar had vanished. At this moment, his black robes were tattered and stained with congealed black blood, his face still frozen with the despair and resentment of his final moments. His body was entwined with pale golden immortal energy chains of the same origin as his avatar, the runes on the chains flickering, locking his aura tightly within his body. He was even more weakened than when he was suppressed, barely able to lift his eyelids, as if he might be completely annihilated at any moment.
With a slight thought, Su Mo released a chaotic aura that flowed from his fingertips, enveloping the remnant soul fragments of the Ink Nightmare Ancestor and his immortal avatar. In a flash, the two were drawn into his natal immortal domain, imprisoned in a corner of the chaotic cage, alongside other captured Golden Immortals, awaiting their fate of being refined.
Having done all this, Su Mo's gaze slowly shifted, landing on another immortal avatar of a fifth-grade Golden Immortal. Sensing his gaze, the avatar's already weak aura suddenly choked, its miniature body trembling violently within the light, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, as if it had foreseen its impending fate. Its eyes were filled with fear, and even its soul trembled.
"Next, it's you."
Su Mo's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority, echoing in the silent immortal palace. Each word seemed to strike the very soul of that avatar. He lightly raised his fingertip, and the immortal avatar of the fifth-grade Golden Immortal was, just as before, drawn by the immortal power light rope and suspended before him. The runes on the light rope lit up again, like countless tiny chains, building a bridge between his divine sense and the avatar's soul, preparing to trace the cause and effect of its true form.
"Heaven and earth are the chessboard, the soul is the game piece, cause and effect are the thread, tracing back to the source—"
The ancient and obscure incantation resounded from Su Mo's lips once more, deeper and more resonant than before, carrying a timeless Daoist rhythm, as if it had come from the very beginning of the universe. With each syllable, golden runes leaped from his lips, weaving in the air into an even more complex divination array, in which the trajectory of galaxies could be faintly seen. The chaotic light mark between his brows grew brighter, like two miniature chaotic star cores, radiating a divine sense pressure comparable to a mid-stage eighth-rank Golden Immortal. Following the light trail, it penetrated deep into the soul of that avatar, beginning to trace another thread of cause and effect hidden within the chaos.
The void within the hall rippled once more, and countless translucent threads spread out from the transformed body. This time, they pointed in a direction even more distant than the Misty Shadow Ruins, and the ends of the threads shimmered with an aura completely different from that of the Ink Nightmare Ancestor.
......
one year later.
"Whoosh..."
A golden light, like the first rays of dawn, pierced the silence of the hall, flashing past with a sharp and pure fluctuation of metallic laws. The golden light faded, revealing a tiny figure, about three inches tall, standing beside the late-stage fifth-rank Golden Immortal avatar. This little figure wore golden armor covered in fine scales, now cracked, and its resolute face was frozen with shock, anger, and resentment.
"We have captured all three fifth-grade Golden Immortals. Now, only the four sixth-grade Golden Immortals remain."
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