amaotonovel Chapter 1128 Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal
Chapter 1128 Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal
"They actually managed to deceive my eyes and ears; these old fogies are quite capable."
Su Mo abruptly opened his tightly closed eyes, his gaze revealing no panic, but rather a hint of surprise. Throughout this entire epoch, he had steadfastly adhered to the principle of "survival of the fittest," daring not to be careless in the slightest. He had consistently dispatched dozens of illusory spirit avatars to clear the way and scout ahead, his divine senses spreading like a vast net, making it impossible for any disturbance to escape. Yet, he hadn't expected his opponent to conceal such a massive force so perfectly, without even a trace of energy fluctuation. This level of concealment far exceeded the capabilities of an ordinary eighth-rank Golden Immortal, truly surpassing his expectations.
Immediately afterwards, golden light burst forth in Su Mo's eyes, and two beams of primordial divine light pierced through the array's mist, taking in the surrounding scene: "Five eighth-grade Golden Immortals and nine consecutive eighth-grade Golden Immortals have deadly killing arrays. What a grand scheme."
Although the five figures standing at the core of the formation were still shrouded in dense light of rules, the pressure they exuded was clearly at the level of an eighth-grade Golden Immortal. In particular, the figure standing at the very front had a powerful and unfathomable aura, making him a genuine eighth-grade Perfect Golden Immortal. The nine formations were interlocked, with the power of rules nourishing each other, forming a flawless and perfect killing formation. Each formation contained destructive power that was dangerous enough to kill or even eliminate a late-stage eighth-grade Golden Immortal. With the nine formations combined, their power increased several times over. Even some eighth-grade Perfect Golden Immortals would face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death if they encountered them.
The combination of these two abilities gives them the power to fight even a ninth-grade early-stage Golden Immortal, and could even drag them into an abyss of no return, causing them to perish there.
"Unfortunately, you have encountered me."
A cold smile curved Su Mo's lips, and the initial surprise in his eyes transformed into an almost burning greed. Five Rank 8 Golden Immortals! Such a "gift" delivered to his doorstep was practically a godsend—if he could capture and obliterate them all, extracting their immortal true spirits, breaking through to the Rank 5 Perfect Golden Immortal realm would be a certainty; with a bit of luck, even reaching the Rank 6 Perfect Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop was not impossible. At that time, within the entire Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom, apart from the lofty Yuan Jin Immortal King, there would probably be very few who could truly threaten his safety.
"Ok?"
At the core of the Nine Immortal Formations, the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, shrouded in layers of light that obscured his face, suddenly frowned. A strong unease welled up within him, as if he were being watched by a venomous snake lurking in a dark corner. This wretched creature's reaction was too strange—despite being trapped in a life-or-death situation, he showed not a trace of panic. Especially his eyes, which shone with a chilling light, as if he, not the one trapped, were the ones who set up the formation, and they had become lambs to the slaughter in the enemy's eyes.
"Could it be that this wretched creature can turn the tide in this desperate situation?" The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ancestor Yuanji shook his head violently, forcibly suppressing this absurd conjecture. "No, impossible! With the five of us Eighth-Rank Golden Immortals joining forces, and with the aid of the Nine Deadly Immortal Formations, we could fight even a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal. The power that wretched creature previously displayed was at most comparable to a mid-stage Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal. Even if it was hiding something, it could only be hiding one or two minor realms at most. It could never be a match for us!"
"I must be overthinking it," he kept repeating to himself, trying to calm his mind. But the unease clung to him like a leech, growing ever clearer, causing his body to tremble slightly and his breathing to become somewhat rapid.
at this time......
Su Mo's body trembled violently, and the Primordial Dao patterns around him suddenly lit up, crawling and surging across his body like golden living things, emitting a subtle yet dense buzzing sound, as if countless Great Daos were resonating within him. Within his Natal Immortal Domain, one hundred and eight illusory spirit bodies moved swiftly like arrows released from a bow, their figures intertwining and leaving behind afterimages, forming a blurry sea of light. In the blink of an eye, they formed an incomparably profound Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Dao Integration Formation. The instant the formation was completed, one hundred and eight terrifying pressures, almost comparable to those of an early-stage Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal, rose simultaneously from them, sweeping across the entire Immortal Domain like a volcanic eruption, causing the entire Immortal Domain to tremble.
As Su Mo expected, after obliterating the two peak sixth-grade Golden Immortals, Ancestor Jin Yan and Ancestor Cang Lei, he gained more than five small targets of Immortal True Spirit in his hands, directly gathering the Immortal True Spirit needed for the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body to break through to the fourth grade minor completion.
At this moment, his main body's combat power broke through the shackles and stepped into the early stage of the eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm. His spiritual illusion body's combat power was slightly weaker, but it was also infinitely close to the eighth-grade Golden Immortal level.
"The Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals emerge, and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends appear!"
A voice of the Great Dao, seemingly existing since the beginning of time, resounded throughout Su Mo's natal immortal realm, carrying a vast and ancient aura, as if announcing the arrival of some sacred moment.
Behind the 108 illusory spirits, the space rippled violently, spreading like waves on water after a boulder has been thrown in. From within the layers of spatial folds, towering phantoms of celestial and terrestrial demon gods, each billions of feet tall, slowly materialized. The celestial demon gods wore star-studded immortal armor, inlaid with billions of stars, each representing a celestial rule, shimmering with brilliant light. They wielded rule-based battle blades, their blades radiating the light of day, illuminating every corner of the immortal realm and dispelling all gloom. The terrestrial demon gods stood on a dark, swirling mist of netherworld rules, exuding a chilling aura. They gripped chaotic chains, the chains wrapped with shadows of night, shadows concealing a power capable of devouring everything. The 108 demon gods stood side by side, like 108 colossal pillars supporting the heavens and earth, seemingly capable of supporting the entire immortal realm, causing the boundaries of the immortal realm to glow faintly with starlight, appearing even more stable.
next moment......
A terrifying pressure, comparable to that of a late-stage eighth-rank Golden Immortal, radiated from these 108 Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Demon Gods. Wherever they passed, the void trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared, as if they were about to be crushed by this pressure.
"All the gods unite with the Dao!"
Another resounding voice of the Great Dao exploded, echoing throughout the Immortal Realm like thunder. The 108 Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Demon Gods erupted with dazzling light, their power like a torrent bursting its banks, carrying the primordial rules of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, surging wildly into Su Mo's natal Immortal Realm, and finally converging into Su Mo's body like rivers flowing into the sea, merging into his limbs, bones, and soul foundation.
"Boom..."
Su Moxian's body trembled, and his aura surged wildly like a rocket. Golden primordial divine light burst through his body, forming a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth. The original barrier of the early stage of the eighth rank was instantly torn apart, and his aura soared all the way to the middle stage of the eighth rank Golden Immortal, the late stage of the eighth rank Golden Immortal, the peak of the eighth rank Golden Immortal... Finally, he exploded like a thunderclap and steadily stepped into the realm of the ninth rank Golden Immortal!
An overwhelming pressure, radiating from him, spread wildly outwards, causing the chaotic air currents to be shaken back wherever it passed.
"Puff..."
With a soft sound, the power of the nine immortal arrays enveloping Su Mo's entire body rapidly melted and disintegrated under the ever-increasing terrifying pressure, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. The threads of cause and effect snapped inch by inch, bursting forth with tiny sparks of rules before vanishing; the chains of reincarnation shattered into dust, and the gray flames of reincarnation struggled for a moment in the golden light before being completely extinguished; even the Netherworld Karmic Fire, which specifically burned the Dao Heart, was scorched into green smoke by the golden light and disappeared without a trace... In just a few breaths, the nine immortal arrays began to tremble violently, the runes at the array eyes exploded one after another, and fragments of rules were mixed in with the light of the explosions; one by one, the nodes of the immortal arrays were struck by lightning and shattered continuously, rising up terrifying mushroom clouds containing fragments of rules, and the brilliant light dyed the chaos of the Southern Abyss Realm into colors, with red, purple, gold, and black intertwined, reflecting Su Mo's tall and straight figure, making him appear sacred and majestic.
Moreover, even the layers of rule power that enveloped the five eighth-rank Golden Immortals were rapidly compressed and dissipated under Su Mo's surging pressure, vanishing without a trace like the receding tide. The true faces of the five figures were finally exposed in the chaos, and could no longer be hidden.
A man clad in a black robe, his body withered and emaciated, his skin dry and shriveled like old tree bark, clinging tightly to his bones as if it would crumble at the slightest touch. He exuded a dense aura of death, like the Grim Reaper himself, devoid of any sign of life. This was none other than Yuanji Ancestor, one of the two progenitors of the Netherworld Immortal Clan, whose divine consciousness avatar had been annihilated by Su Mo an eon ago. At this moment, disbelief filled his deep-set eyes, his pupils dilated with shock, as if about to bulge from their sockets, his mouth slightly open, yet no sound escaped.
Of the remaining four, one of them, like the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, was dressed in a black robe. He was thin and bony, like skin and bones, with hardly any flesh on his body. His limbs were long and thin like withered bones, and his whole body exuded the same death aura as the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, only the aura was slightly mixed. He was another ancestor of the Netherworld Immortal Clan - the Death Netherworld Ancestor.
The other three were two men and one woman: an elderly man clad in fiery red immortal armor, the armor carved with patterns of flames that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, the patterns flowing with intense fiery light, now dimmed in terror, losing their former domineering power; a woman in her thirties wearing a palace dress embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars, starlight scattering as the hem fluttered, but now the starlight was disordered, her face drained of color, her eyes filled with panic; and a middle-aged man in an earth-yellow Taoist robe embroidered with mountains and rivers, imbued with the weighty rules of the earth, the robe now trembling violently as if about to fall off him, making it difficult for him to even stand. All of them were filled with horror, their pupils constricted, as if they had seen a ghost, their bodies trembling slightly from the oppressive aura, their hearts churning with turbulent waves of fear.
"Not good... This pressure... a ninth-grade Golden Immortal, and not even an early-stage ninth-grade Golden Immortal!" The old man in crimson immortal armor trembled, his voice filled with barely suppressed fear, almost grinding his teeth to powder. He could clearly feel the weight and domineering power contained within that pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary early-stage ninth-grade Golden Immortal, already touching the threshold of the mid-stage. Even more terrifying was that the aura and pressure showed no sign of stopping, continuing to rise, as if trying to break through the shackles of the ninth grade and advance towards an even higher realm, making his heart pound in his chest.
"Ah... Yuan Ji, you old bastard, how dare you cheat us!"
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