amaotonovel Chapter 1172 Breakthrough
Chapter 1172 Breakthrough
In the central part of the Primordial Immortal Realm, within that hidden little world that even an eighth-grade Golden Immortal could hardly detect, chaotic energy flowed like a thin veil, entwining the void in strands, yet it could not conceal the profound shock emanating from the two figures.
The two elders, Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang, stood in the void, their gazes fixed blankly on the direction of the Primordial Realm. Their mouths were slightly agape, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, and they had even forgotten to regulate their breathing. Their pupils were dilated with extreme horror, clearly reflecting the dazzling light of the outer array exploding, as well as the black-clad figure that had been completely suppressed and was powerless to resist.
What did they see?
Old Man Qianye... was he just suppressed like that?
He was the most outstanding among the ninth-rank Golden Immortals, possessing unparalleled mastery of the Netherworld Rules. Back then, he single-handedly fought four ninth-rank Golden Immortals and severely injured them. Even some first-order Quasi-Immortal Kings would have to expend considerable effort to defeat him, and might even pay a price for it.
But how much time has passed? Less than ten breaths at most, and this ruthless star who roamed the Star Abyss has been completely subdued, even his natal immortal artifact has been confiscated. This scene is so absurd, it's like being in a bizarre dream, making it impossible to believe one's eyes.
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After a long while, until the roar from beyond the boundary gradually subsided, the light of the five great immortal formations faded, and the chaotic void returned to some calm, the Yin and Yang Elders finally managed to recover from their petrified state. The Yin and Yang energies surrounding them had become chaotic due to their turbulent emotions—the coldness of the Xuan Yin was mixed with heat, and the condensed ice crystals were even emitting white steam; the warmth of the Xuan Yang was wrapped with ice shards, and the gentle radiance concealed a bone-chilling cold. The barrier formed by the intertwining of the two energies was teetering on the brink of collapse, and could crumble at any moment.
"Senior brother, is all of this...is it real?" Ancestor Xuan Yin turned his gaze to Ancestor Xuan Yang, his voice trembling slightly, clearly still not fully recovered from the shock. "Old Ghost Qianye was taken down so easily? Without even a shred of power to fight back?"
"Alas! Junior brother, we witnessed everything with our own eyes, how could it be false?" Master Xuan Yang gave a wry smile, raising his hand to rub his tense brow, his knuckles turning white from the force. His tone was full of complex emotions, a mixture of lingering fear, relief, and an indescribable sense of awe. "We all underestimated this young friend from Hongmeng before..."
To be able to subdue Old Man Qianye in such a short time, it must have been a Quasi-Immortal King who intervened! For a mere First-Rank Golden Immortal to have a Quasi-Immortal King protecting him—among all the princes of the realm, those who receive such treatment can be counted on one hand. That the Hongmeng Immortal Lord also possesses such an honor means the power behind him far exceeds their imagination. It's highly likely that it's a top-tier Quasi-Immortal King force with a high-ranking Quasi-Immortal King of the seventh rank or higher, and possibly even more than one.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Ancestor Xuanyang's expression changed drastically, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. It was as if ice water had been poured over his head, and even his immortal hair was covered with a thin layer of frost. The warm aura around him instantly froze: "No, junior brother, we cannot stay in the Hongmeng Immortal Realm for long. We must leave immediately!"
Although their disguises were exquisite, and the spatial array they set up could deceive the detection of a ninth-grade Golden Immortal, he was still not very confident in deceiving the divine sense of a quasi-Immortal King. The gap between them was simply too great.
It's possible that the two brothers have already been exposed. Even their conversation in the small world just now was under the other party's surveillance. Every word and action of theirs could be seen clearly, like clowns performing on a stage.
Thinking of this, Ancestor Xuanyang immediately shuddered, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat. If their scheme to plot against the Hongmeng Immortal Lord and try to use him as a tool for murder were exposed, with the power of a Quasi-Immortal King, they could probably be crushed into ashes with a flick of their wrist, without even a chance to plead for the Thirteenth Prince.
"Leave! We must leave immediately!"
"Old Ancestor Xuanyang said urgently, his tone carrying an unquestionable determination," he said.
"Senior brother, why is this?" Ancestor Xuan Yin was taken aback, momentarily unable to react, his brows furrowed as he asked, "Wasn't that old man Qian Ye already captured? The crisis is over, so why are we still leaving? However, that brat Hong Meng has a Quasi-Immortal King protecting him, so our plans..."
"Shut up!" Ancestor Xuan Yang's expression changed, and he hurriedly interrupted Ancestor Xuan Yin's words with a sharp voice. His eyes were as sharp as knives, sweeping across the surrounding void as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows. "Junior brother, be careful, walls have ears!"
"Brother, you mean..."
Ancestor Xuan Yin shuddered and instantly realized what was happening. The confusion on his face was replaced by deep fear, and cold sweat seeped out from his back.
Ancestor Xuanyang nodded. "Let's go. It's just in time. We also need to go back and report today's events to His Highness. What happens next is not something we brothers can get involved in."
Since it involves a Quasi-Immortal King, if they want to win over Su Mo and the forces behind him, a Quasi-Immortal King must step forward. They, as eighth-grade Golden Immortals, might not even be qualified to be messengers.
"What you say is very true, senior brother. Let's go now."
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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
"Whoosh..."
With a flick of his long sleeves, Su Mo sent a flash of primordial purple light past, casually taking the completely sealed Thousand Nights Golden Immortal into his natal immortal domain and throwing him into the Chaos Prison.
Having done all this, Su Mo slowly turned his gaze, his eyes piercing through the layers of space in the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, landing precisely on the hidden little world where the Yin-Yang Elders were hiding. A cold, sharp smile appeared on his lips, a half-smile on his face: "I originally wanted to keep you here a little longer, but you were in such a hurry to report the news, so come in, all of you."
His cultivation level has not yet broken through to the seventh-grade perfect Golden Immortal, so it is not the time to reveal his Quasi-Immortal King power, lest he attract too much attention from the Thirteenth Prince and alert him.
The next second...
"Om..."
The hidden little world suddenly began to shake violently, as if gripped and violently shaken by an invisible hand. The patterns of the spatial array shattered inch by inch like a broken spiderweb, emitting crisp cracking sounds. The disguise that had blended with the surrounding void completely failed, revealing the chaotic energy within. A terrifying pressure, more than ten times more terrifying than that of a ninth-grade perfect Golden Immortal like Qianye Golden Immortal, suddenly descended, enveloping the entire little world like a collapsing sky.
This pressure was not violent and rampant, but it carried a majestic heavenly might that crushed everything. Like Mount Tai pressing down, it instantly pressed the Yin-Yang Elders, who were about to activate the formation to escape, firmly to the spot. They couldn't even move their fingertips. Their immortal bodies were pressed down slightly, and their feet actually left two shallow imprints in the void.
"Not good, this power... it's a Quasi-Immortal King! It's the one behind the Primordial Immortal Lord who has made a move!" Ancestor Xuan Yang's heart trembled violently, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his heart plummeted to the bottom. This pressure seemed calm, but it contained the power of rules that made even his immortal soul tremble, and it was definitely not something a Golden Immortal could resist.
The fact that someone would choose to attack them at this time means their plans have been exposed!
"Senior, please have mercy! We meant well and had no intention of harming young friend Hongmeng!" Ancestor Xuanyang hurriedly spoke, his voice trembling with tears, his immortal body shaking violently with fear. "We were only ordered by the Thirteenth Prince to come and test him, and we had no malicious intent whatsoever!"
"Please, fellow Daoist, spare us this time for the sake of my Thirteenth Prince!" Ancestor Xuan Yin also realized what was happening and hurriedly echoed, his face drained of color and as pale as paper. "We swear that there will never be a next time!"
They begged for mercy while trying to circulate their immortal power to resist, but under the pressure of that quasi-immortal king level, their immortal power was like solidified stagnant water, unable to even stir a ripple. The yin and yang energies surrounding them were crushed by the pressure, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating.
After three breaths.
"Crack...knock..."
The protective immortal power surrounding Elders Xuan Yang and Xuan Yin shattered one after another, producing a crisp sound like breaking glass. Their bones, unable to bear the weight, emitted muffled groans, as if they would break inch by inch at any moment. The two felt like two fallen leaves in a raging storm, trembling under the overwhelming might of heaven, ready to be completely crushed into dust at any moment.
"No... Senior, please don't! Let us go..."
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Time flies, and three hundred billion years have passed in the blink of an eye.
With a soft "poof," another person disappeared from the chaotic prison deep within Su Mo's natal immortal domain—the last second-tier quasi-immortal king exhausted his last trace of immortal essence and turned into ashes under the erosion of primordial immortal power, leaving not even a wisp of remnant soul behind.
"Good! I've finally gathered enough immortal true spirits. I'm a perfect seventh-grade golden immortal, and my breakthrough will be today."
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