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Chapter 1198 Rank 9
The eighteenth prince's voice was full of unwavering confidence. His gaze swept over the still stubbornly resisting Ten Thousand Immortals Formation in front of him. His tone carried an unquestionable sense of control. As long as the attack continued like this, with the help of the Heavenly Pearl of Illusion, a ninth-grade quasi-immortal king artifact, it would not take more than 100,000 years to completely dismantle this peerless immortal formation.
Without the aid of the grand formation, their chances of winning the upcoming battle will undoubtedly increase significantly.
Upon hearing this, the thirteen princes and the other sixteen high-level quasi-immortal kings were greatly invigorated, their immortal power surging even more intensely, like boiling magma. The thirteen prince's Primordial Fire Spear shone even brighter, the flames emanating from its tip almost solidifying, scorching the void and distorting it; the tortoise-shell pillar of light from the Boundless Ancestor also gained weight, the runes on it flowing more rapidly, carrying the solemnity of suppressing eternity; attacks, like a dense meteor shower, with the force of destruction, bombarded the Myriad Immortals Formation, the chaotic void trembling continuously under this relentless impact.
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In the Primordial World, within the Primordial Immortal Palace, in the Immortal Medicine Garden.
Su Mo stood by the railing, gazing at the immortal immortal ship floating in the chaotic void, and the orderly formation-breaking actions of the people on board. He twirled a petal of the Enlightenment Immortal Lotus with his fingertips, and the Daoist charm on the petal flowed endlessly in his palm, sometimes transforming into a galaxy, sometimes condensing into chaos, as if containing a miniature universe.
"Instead of using your trump card to destroy the Myriad Immortals Formation in one fell swoop, you want to dismantle it little by little... This is exactly what I wanted." Su Mo's lips slowly curved into a smile, a calculating glint in his eyes.
The longer this battle drags on, the more advantageous it will be for him.
The next second...
Su Mo's mind sank, and his consciousness, like a stream of light, sank into the depths of his natal immortal domain, piercing through layers of chaotic barriers and landing in that dark chaotic prison.
Inside the prison, the dark golden chains of immortal rules, like giant, living pythons, still tightly coiled around the remains of the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord. The Dao runes flowing on the chains continuously gnawed at the fading wisp of origin, emitting a faint "sizzling" sound.
Although he had previously removed 366 illusory spirit bodies to assist in the obliteration and slow down the process in order to reinforce the Myriad Immortals Formation, he was absolutely confident that he could completely refine the immortal essence of the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord before the Myriad Immortals Formation was completely destroyed, given the current leisurely pace of the Eighteenth Prince and his group in breaking the formation.
"Back then..."
Su Mo's consciousness was once again projected into the chaotic void, his gaze precisely landing on the seventeen high-level quasi-immortal kings, including the eighteenth prince. A trace of undisguised greed and mockery flashed in his eyes, as if he were sizing up a group of "materials" about to be sent into the furnace.
With one ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, five eighth-tier Quasi-Immortal Kings, eleven seventh-tier Quasi-Immortal Kings, and the ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, Ancestor Wuwang, his breakthrough to the eleventh-rank Golden Immortal is basically a sure thing.
Then, Su Mo slowly raised his hand, flicked his fingertips lightly in the void, and a crisp snap of his fingers was like a drop of water falling into a jade plate, rippling in circles in the Immortal Medicine Garden, colliding with the immortal mist in the air to create tiny specks of light, as if scattering a handful of stars.
Not far away, the maid in purple seemed to receive a silent command, and her delicate hands returned to the strings of the zither. With a light pluck of her fingertips, the melodious music rose again like flowing water. Unlike the tranquility before, the music now had a more steady and lingering quality, as if telling the story of a long standoff.
Sometimes low and lingering, like chaotic currents surging in the shadows, concealing an unknown sharpness; sometimes high and resonant, like the resonant rules of a celestial array in operation, carrying an unyielding rhythm. The musical notes intertwined with the fragrance of flowers and the celestial mist in the celestial herb garden, gently brushing against Su Mo's clothes on the wind, and drifting into the distant chaotic void, as if accompanying this protracted battle.
Su Mo sat back down at the stone table, picked up the freshly poured immortal wine, and gazed into the void through the rising mist. The sound of the zither flowed in his ears, and his expression grew even calmer, as if the great battle involving seventeen high-level quasi-immortal kings was merely a fluctuating melody in a zither piece, and he was calmly waiting for the moment when the music would end and the crowd would disperse, waiting for his own harvest season.
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Spring comes and autumn goes; for the primordial world, it's merely the cycle of a few spiritual herbs withering and flourishing in the Immortal Herb Garden. Soon, ten thousand years slipped away like sand through one's fingers.
In the chaotic void, the Immortal Ship's offensive never ceased. Under the relentless bombardment of the eighteen princes and seventeen other high-level quasi-immortal kings, the three thousand Immortal Arrays surrounding the Myriad Immortal Array were completely shattered, dissipating into countless points of light in the chaotic airflow, like a dam breached by a tide. Without the support of these three thousand array bases, the light curtain of the Myriad Immortal Array dimmed noticeably, the flowing array patterns slowed, and its overall power was weakened by more than one level.
As the Myriad Immortals Formation weakened, the Eighteenth Prince and his companions were able to break through it at an increasingly rapid pace. Wherever the silver beams of the Heavenly Pearl of Illusion swept across, they could precisely pinpoint new weak points. The attacks of the Nine Luminaries Immortal Sword and the sixteen Quasi-Immortal Kings were like a persistent, insidious attack, relentlessly bombarding the same spot. Often, the time required for an immortal formation to collapse, from being locked on, had been shortened from several years to just one year.
If this continues, the Myriad Immortals Formation will not last more than 30,000 years. This peerless immortal formation, capable of trapping and killing a ninth-order quasi-immortal king, will crumble under the combined attack of seventeen quasi-immortal kings and become dust of history.
However, Su Mo, residing within the Immortal Medicine Garden of the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, seemed completely oblivious to everything. He remained seated at the stone table carved from chaotic blue stone, the white jade wine cup before him bubbling with fine foam, exuding an intoxicating aroma of Daoist essence. Occasionally, he would raise his hand to pick up a grain of Enlightenment Immortal Rice floating in the wine, his expression calm and undisturbed, as if the relentless bombardment from the outside world and the gradual weakening of the great formation had nothing to do with him.
Not far away, the purple-clad maid's zither music remained unchanged, only now carrying a touch of the sedimentation of time. At times, it surged like a long river, carrying the urgency of breaking through the formation; at other times, it was like a secluded orchid in a deep valley, concealing a calm and composed demeanor. The zither music intertwined with the aroma of wine and flowers, making time in the Immortal Medicine Garden seem long and slow.
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In the blink of an eye, another eight hundred years have passed.
"Boom..."
A deep, muffled roar, like that of an ancient behemoth, suddenly exploded, causing the entire Dark Ruins Immortal Realm to tremble violently, as if millions of giant dragons were churning within the earth. The barriers at the edge of the Immortal Realm, like fragile glass, developed spiderweb-like cracks at a visible speed, which rapidly spread and expanded. The "crackling" sound was incessant as countless fragments peeled off the barriers and fell into the surrounding chaotic void, turning into nothingness.
The once vast and boundless Dark Ruins Immortal Realm began to collapse and shrink rapidly under the tearing force of this invisible power, as if it had entered the countdown to the end of the world, with every inch of space being annihilated.
At the same time, the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord statues scattered throughout the Immortal Realm suddenly lost their spiritual light, stripping themselves of all sentience. Immediately afterward, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the statues, spreading from the base to the top, and finally shattered completely with a crisp sound, turning into a pile of cold fragments, leaving not even a trace of immortal energy behind.
The instant the statue shattered, an indescribable sense of terror, oppression, and despair surged forth like a tide, quickly engulfing the entire Immortal Realm. Whether high-level cultivators or low-level beings, everyone felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls—the despair of collapsing faith and crumbling support, as if the very foundation supporting the existence of the entire Immortal Realm had been forcibly ripped away.
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Hongmeng Immortal Palace, inside the Immortal Medicine Garden.
Su Mo suddenly stood up from beside the stone table, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed joy. His aura rippled slightly with excitement, and even the lingering scent of wine on his fingertips seemed to carry a hint of elation.
"As expected of a seventh-tier Quasi-Immortal King!"
Looking at the Immortal True Spirit that had surged to 212 units on the panel screen, Su Mo exclaimed in admiration.
The next second...
Ignoring the purple-clad maid still playing the zither, the lingering notes of the abruptly stopped music still echoing in the air, Su Mo vanished from the Immortal Herb Garden in a flash of dazzling light. When he reappeared, he was already in a celestial palace deep within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace.
This celestial palace was even more solemn and majestic than the Immortal Medicine Garden. Several star-shaped pearls hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft and constant light that illuminated the interior as if it were daytime. The floor was paved with Primordial Jade, its naturally formed patterns resembling runes of the Great Dao. Stepping on it, one could feel a faint resonance of the laws, as if connected to the entire Primordial World. Everywhere exuded antiquity and majesty, even the air itself carried a heavy Daoist aura.
Su Mo walked straight to a chaotic-colored futon in the center of the hall and sat down. As soon as he touched the futon, profound Daoist energy swirled around him like clouds and mist, helping him quickly calm his turbulent emotions.
The Enlightenment Futon, an eighth-grade quasi-immortal king artifact treasured by the Wuwang Ancestor, can provide considerable assistance even to ninth-grade quasi-immortal kings.
"Infuse this seat with the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture!"
Su Mo's voice boomed in his mind, carrying a hint of impatience.
[Continue cultivating the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture. After 1800000 cosmic eras, your Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture will break through to the eighth-grade perfection realm.]
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"Next is the Ninth Grade Golden Immortal Realm. Continue to infuse me with the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture."
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