amaotonovel Chapter 1004 A Pleasant Expectation
Chapter 1004 A Pleasant Expectation
"Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise, I would have stopped here today." The black-clad avatar's lips curled up slightly, a confident arc spreading across his cold face. Then, he gave a soft shout, his voice like the clash of metal and stone, "I ask my fellow Daoists for your assistance."
"The Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation is activated!"
As his voice fell, a voice of the Great Dao, seemingly from the ages past, suddenly resounded throughout the natal sea of the black-clad avatar. It was as magnificent as the tolling of a bell and as solemn as the laws of heaven. Between the lines, it seemed as if countless stars were flowing and dying, carrying a majestic rhythm that suppressed the universe, causing ripples to spread across the void of the sea of cosmos.
In an instant, twenty-eight dazzling starlight beams rose from around his natal sea of cosmos, shining like jade pillars supporting the sky, piercing through the void of the sea of cosmos, illuminating the entire sea of cosmos as if it were daytime, and even the chaotic air currents in the deepest part were stained with starlight.
Amidst the starlight, the illusory images of the Twenty-Eight Constellations appeared one after another—the Horned Wood Dragon's scales were menacing, gleaming with a ghostly green light; the Golden Dragon's claws cleaved the heavens, their tips flashing with a sharp, shattered gold-like edge; the Earth Badger stood as steady as Mount Tai, its body covered in thick, earth-yellow scales… Each illusory constellation was so enormous that it blotted out the sky, almost completely obscuring his natal cosmic sea. The constellations were connected by invisible stellar energy, weaving a vast and boundless star map. As it flowed, it exuded a majestic aura that suppressed eternity and froze time and space, even causing the chaotic barrier at the edge of the cosmic sea to slightly dent under its pressure.
The next second...
The black-clad avatar's power erupted like a volcano dormant for millions of years. The pale golden defensive aura, enhanced by starlight, suddenly solidified into crystal, shimmering with a cold, star-like luster. Starlight even appeared on it, as if a starry sky had been draped over his body.
His aura surged at a visible speed, and his spiritual pressure swept out like a tsunami. Wherever he passed, the void slightly caved in, and he possessed a terrifying power that surpassed the sixth-grade True Immortal and was approaching the seventh-grade True Immortal realm. Even the mist in the Four Symbols Sea was shaken by this aura and dispersed in all directions.
The Northern Netherworld Cold Qi, which was originally powerful enough to freeze the soul of a sixth-grade True Immortal, melted rapidly under the impact of this surging aura, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, retreating in all directions. The dark blue cold Qi churned and roared violently three feet away from him, but could no longer advance. It was even scorched by the starlight, emitting a sizzling sound, and turned into wisps of white smoke that dissipated into the void.
The phantom images of the Twenty-Eight Constellations slowly rotated above his head, and stellar power poured down like the Milky Way flowing backward, transforming into countless streams of light that merged into his divine body and soul. His eyes clearly reflected the star map of the sky, and his previous solemnity and fear of the Northern Darkness's chill completely dissipated, replaced by an invincible sharpness.
Immediately afterward, the black-clad avatar moved, each step seemingly causing stars to rise and fall beneath his feet, and the universe to rise and fall in his palm, producing a deep, resounding "thump, thump," as if stepping on the pulse of the Great Dao, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly. He once again advanced towards the center of the Four Symbols Sea, his steps more firm and steady than before. The surging aura around him was like an invisible giant axe, forcing a path through the Northern Darkness's chilling energy. The dark blue icy mist rolled and condensed unwillingly behind him, but could not get any closer.
In an instant, the brilliant light of the Twenty-Eight Constellations Array and the chilling blue of the Northern Sea intertwined and collided in the depths of the Four Symbols Sea, forming a breathtaking and strange landscape—on one side, starlight filled the sky, warm and magnificent; on the other side, it was icy cold, deathly silent and eerie, as if light and darkness were eternally confronting each other, staging a silent battle in this ancient sea.
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Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
A deep, dark light flowed across the petals of the Xuanmo Black Lotus, enveloping Su Mo, who sat cross-legged, in a tranquil halo. The fragrance of the lotus wafted, cleansing his mind. He slightly opened his eyes, clearly reflecting the distant Four Symbols Sea. His mind was intimately connected with his black-clad avatar, as if he were actually there, clearly sensing the surging torrent of power and the subtle tremors of the retreating Northern Darkness's chill.
Immediately afterwards, Su Mo tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips, making a crisp sound. A look of anticipation curved his lips as he murmured to himself, "The might of the Azure Dragon, the ferocity of the Vermilion Bird, and the sharpness of the White Tiger have passed. Of the four powers, only the heaviness of the Black Tortoise remains."
"Once we pass this hurdle, we should reach the Four Symbols True Immortal Dojo." A burning desire flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and the possible scene within the Four Seas True Immortal Dojo already appeared in his mind.
"I wonder how many rare and precious herbs are among them, and whether any of the seventh-grade true immortal medicines are included?"
Su Mo paused slightly, his eyes shining even brighter. A single Grade 7 True Immortal Medicine is equivalent to thirty or forty Grade 6 True Immortal Medicines. Just one of them would be enough for his Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body to leap into the sixth level of mastery, and even take a big step forward on the path to mastery.
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Three days passed in Su Mo's anticipation.
As the black-clad avatar took his final step, the ever-present and relentlessly entangled Northern Darkness suddenly receded like a receding tide, and the dark blue icy mist behind him rapidly melted and dissipated, revealing a clear and bright void.
The scenery before my eyes suddenly changed—
No longer was there a oppressive, lead-gray fog, nor were there any violent restrictions or biting cold. Instead, there was an intense, almost liquefied, celestial energy, like warm, jade-like nectar, that rushed towards you. Taking a breath of it made you feel refreshed and invigorated, as if your very soul had been thoroughly cleansed, with a faint tingling sensation, as if every pore was greedily breathing in.
Countless celestial islands of varying sizes float in the void. The larger ones stretch for thousands of miles like vast continents, with majestic celestial mountains and rushing rivers; the smaller ones are as delicate and exquisite as solitary boats, adorned with exotic flowers and rare herbs. Ancient trees reach for the sky on the islands, their branches and leaves adorned with seven-colored celestial fruits, their peels shimmering with a faint Daoist luster. Waterfalls cascade down from cliffs tens of thousands of light-years away, transforming into streaks of silver rivers. The water droplets splashing as they fall condense in the air into sparkling primordial celestial stones, refracting colorful rainbows and illuminating the entire void as if in a dream.
The surrounding area is shrouded in ethereal mist, like a light veil swirling between the immortal islands. Occasionally, a crane carrying a celestial elixir will fly through the mist, emitting a clear and melodious cry. A spirit deer strolls through the forest on auspicious clouds, with shimmering star grass hanging from its antlers. Starlight flows among the grass leaves, and every move it makes carries the natural charm of the Dao.
In the distance, a rainbow bridge spans the sea of clouds, with the silhouettes of pavilions and towers faintly visible on the bridge. The bridge features upturned eaves, carved beams and painted rafters, and a series of mysterious musical notes that seem to come from ancient immortals who are playing music in their enlightenment. The lingering sound resonates around the bridge, cleansing the mind and spirit, and making people involuntarily immerse themselves in that tranquility and peace.
This is no dangerous forbidden land at all; it is clearly a naturally formed blessed land of immortals, where every inch of space is filled with vitality and peace. It is a completely different world from the previous sea of thunder, sea of fire, rain of swords, and cold abyss, as if one has stepped from purgatory into a fairyland.
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"Just as I expected, once the power of the Xuanwu was overcome, the protective array of the Four Symbols Daoist Temple was broken."
A faint smile appeared on Su Mo's lips as his consciousness followed the gaze of his black-clad avatar, sweeping across the floating immortal islands like a searchlight. However, the smile quickly faded like the tide, the ease and comfort on his face gradually dissipated, and in the end, not a trace of joy remained, leaving only a deep sense of melancholy.
On those floating immortal islands, there were many rare and precious treasures—such as radiant immortal jade, immortal medicines that emitted a faint spiritual light, and immortal stones that condensed pure immortal power. The harvest from any one of these immortal islands was enough to drive a celestial immortal crazy, and could even cause some first- or second-grade true immortals to fight tooth and nail for it.
But for him, a perfect fifth-grade True Immortal, these things were completely useless.
Not to mention the seventh-grade true immortal medicine he longed for, he couldn't even find a single fifth-grade or fourth-grade true immortal medicine.
The best ones are only grade three true immortal herbs, and there are only a handful of them.
Even if you add it all up, it's not enough for him to improve his cultivation by even a fraction.
"It seems someone beat us to it!"
Su Mo sighed softly. In the quiet room of the Nine Spirits Manor, the primordial immortal power around him fluctuated slightly, as if echoing his disappointment and unwillingness. A realization quickly arose in his heart—this Crimson Sea was not like the Azure Spirit Sea, where a fifth-grade True Immortal was already the peak. Here, there were seventh-grade True Immortals, and possibly more than one or two.
Although the Four Symbols Formation was powerful enough to stop a sixth-grade True Immortal, it would be difficult to stop a seventh-grade True Immortal. Moreover, the existence of the Four Symbols True Immortal's Daoist temple was not a top secret in the Crimson Sea. How could those old monsters hiding in the shadows let go of such a piece of fat meat that had already been put in their mouths?
"Now I can only hope that the defense of the Four Symbols True Immortal Tomb is strong enough to stop the footsteps of a seventh-grade True Immortal. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be disappointed this time."
Su Mo's voice carried a barely perceptible tension and anticipation. His consciousness was firmly locked on the black-clad avatar, his gaze piercing through layers of celestial mist, past the floating celestial islands, and looking deeper into the celestial realm. There, the mist was the thickest, as thick as milk and impossible to disperse. The outline of a giant mountain could be vaguely seen floating in the mist, its majestic and imposing form piercing the clouds, as if supporting this void.
Ancient Four Symbols runes seemed to flow erratically on the mountain, faintly emanating a terrifying aura that would make even a Seventh-Rank True Immortal tremble. If he was right, that should be the location of the Four Symbols True Immortal's tomb.
The black-clad avatar didn't linger. With a swift movement, he transformed into a blurry black light, traversing the immortal islands and creating gusts of air as he sped towards the giant mountain. The surrounding cranes and deer seemed startled by his haste, scattering in panic. Only the ethereal zither music continued to echo in the air, now tinged with an indescribable desolation, as if telling the story of this place's past glory and present decline.
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