bookrandom Chapter 1190, Second Tribulation
Chapter 1190, Second Tribulation
Wuwang Ancestor's expression changed drastically. For the first time, his usual composure vanished from his white-haired, youthful face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more pronounced due to tension, and genuine fear surfaced in his eyes. He looked at "Immortal Lord Tianheng" as if he were looking at a complete madman.
He hadn't actually reached the brink of defeat; in this battle, he had only slightly suppressed his opponent. Any rational cultivator would have chosen to proceed cautiously, seeking an opening to break the deadlock. But this "Heavenly Immortal Lord" was different. Without saying a word, he burned his immortal essence to forcibly enhance his cultivation—such an act could only be done by a madman.
At this moment, a hint of regret crept into the heart of the Ancestor Wuwang, and his immortal body trembled slightly. If he had known he would encounter such a reckless madman, he should have politely declined the Eighteenth Prince's request in the first place. Why did he have to come to rescue them personally? The Celestial Lord of Qionggao and Dao Lord Ziyuan were merely nodding acquaintances and colleagues to him; they were not worthy of making him take such a great risk.
Now that the other party has adopted a posture of mutual destruction, it will be difficult for him to escape unscathed today. If he is not careful, he will also have to burn his immortal essence.
The price is far too high.
With his talent, the hope of taking the final step to become an Immortal King was already slim. Without a great opportunity, he might not even reach the halfway point of becoming an Immortal King. If this battle consumes a large amount of his immortal essence and shakes his foundation, his path to becoming an Immortal King will come to an end.
He might even regress in his cultivation and fall to the eighth-level Quasi-Immortal King.
The more he thought about it, the more intense the regret in the heart of the Wuwang Ancestor became, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly, even causing his finger pointing at the Book of Chaos to tremble slightly.
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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Su Mo, inside the cocoon of light, took in everything, not even missing the slight tremor in the fingertips of the Wuwang Ancestor. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a playful arc: "It broke through the defenses already? This Wuwang Ancestor's tolerance is a bit low."
This is nothing! Many surprises await this unsuspecting old man.
Each time his true form breaks through, his illusory spiritual body can be restored to its original state.
Today, his breakthrough in the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture is not simply a matter of advancing from the minor completion of the seventh grade to the major completion of the seventh grade.
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In the chaotic void, the Ancestor Wuwang took a deep breath, the chaotic energy transforming into two white streaks at the tip of his nose, forcibly suppressing the surging regret in his heart. He gazed at the figure of "Immortal Lord Tianheng," who was enveloped in an aura of destruction, his voice softening slightly, as if making a final compromise: "Fellow Daoist, there is no great enmity between us, why fight to the death for a few juniors? As long as you open the great formation and let me leave, I will no longer concern myself with the affairs of that brat Qiong Gao and the others, how about it?"
"Nothing special!" "Immortal Lord Tianheng" sneered, his voice sharp and unyielding. The golden light around him intensified, his eyes gleaming with an air of unwavering determination—a ninth-tier quasi-Immortal King, if he could be captured and his essence refined, would be enough to allow his Primordial Lotus to bloom to the tenth rank, or even reach the eleventh rank, elevating him to the unattainable realm of a tenth or eleventh-rank Golden Immortal. Such a fat sheep delivered to his doorstep, and he thought he could leave? That was utterly delusional!
"Since you're here, then you'd better stay here obediently!"
"Fellow Daoist, do you truly intend to do this?" Ancestor Wuwang frowned deeply, a deep furrow forming between his brows. His tone grew heavier, carrying a final warning, "Our cultivation levels are similar. If we continue this deadly struggle, there will only be one outcome—mutual destruction, or even mutual annihilation!" As he spoke, the Book of Chaos above his head trembled slightly, its pages turning and emitting a heavy aura of chaos, like an ancient chaotic mountain pressing down on the void, seemingly confirming the weight of his words and hoping to make his opponent back down.
"A lose-lose situation, both sides perish? You think you can take that?"
A hint of undisguised contempt flashed in the eyes of "Celestial Lord Tianheng," too lazy to waste any more words on him. With a thought, the Myriad Immortals Array around him roared suddenly, and billions of divine lights, like fireworks ignited, surged towards Ancestor Wuwang once more with the power to tear apart chaos. This attack was even more intense, and the interwoven array patterns evolved into a world-destroying image of shattered stars and annihilated universes, its power increasing several times over compared to before, enough to pose a fatal danger to a quasi-Immortal King in the early stage of the ninth rank.
"Damn it, does this bastard really think he can take me by the skin of his teeth?" Ancestor Wuwang's eyes flashed with anger, and a flame seemed to be burning fiercely in his chest, almost breaking through the constraints of his immortal body. He had traversed tens of millions of universes in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom and had seen countless powerful figures and heroes, but he had never been so disrespected! Especially the other party's eyes, as if looking at a lamb to the slaughter, completely shattered the dignity of this ninth-order quasi-immortal king.
But the thought of the potential cost of this battle—damage to one's origin, a drop in cultivation level, and the severing of the path to Immortal King—forced the rising anger of Ancestor Wuwang to subside. He simultaneously manipulated the Book of Chaos, making the drooping chaotic light even more intense, like an indestructible eggshell, fiercely resisting the attacks of the Myriad Immortals Array; and continued to earnestly persuade him: "Fellow Daoist, leave a way out in everything, so you can meet again in the future! Why make things so extreme? If you open the immortal array and allow me to leave, I will owe you a favor, and I will never refuse any request in the future..."
Time passed second by second as the Ancestor Wuwang persuaded him. The fluctuations in the chaotic void were like solidified stagnant water. Only when the divine light of the Myriad Immortals Array collided with the light screen of the Book of Chaos would it stir up brief but violent waves and make a deafening roar, which would then fall silent again, leaving only the slightly anxious voice of the Ancestor Wuwang echoing in the void.
Soon, an hour had passed.
The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Within the cocoon of light, Su Mo's radiance abruptly receded, flowing back into his body like a tide. The Azure Lotus of the Void swayed gently, smoothing out the last wisp of disordered immortal power. The azure light on the lotus petals grew even warmer, flowing with an inexhaustible Daoist rhythm. His Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body had completely stabilized at the Great Perfection of the Seventh Rank. His skin flowed with a warm, jade-like luster, every inch of his flesh seemingly containing the weight of billions of stars. Every gesture resonated with the Great Dao, even his breath carried the rhythm of Primordial Purple Qi.
Immediately afterward, Su Mo's divine sense stirred, and he began to cultivate in sync with the illusory spirit bodies in the chaotic void—their depleted immortal essence was restored like withered trees sprouting new life, even becoming more refined than before. The instant the synchronization was completed, the combat power of the illusory spirit bodies directly increased by a level, directly approaching that of a fifth-tier perfected Quasi-Immortal King!
The next second...
"boom......"
In the chaotic void, the "Heavenly Immortal Lord" erupted with dazzling golden light, piercing through the chaos and illuminating the darkness of trillions of eons. His aura surged again like a tsunami, directly breaking through the late-stage barrier of the ninth rank and firmly stepping into the ranks of the peak quasi-immortal kings of the ninth rank! The Myriad Immortals Array around him seemed to be summoned, and the speed of the array patterns doubled. The attacks became more and more violent, and the world-destroying image evolved between the intertwined divine light became clearer and clearer. Even the immortal rules twisted and wailed in the divine light, and the power soared more than twice as much as before.
"This power... how is this possible?"
Ancestor Wuwang was suddenly stunned, his pupils shrinking to needles, his eyes filled with disbelief, his mouth slightly open, even the words of persuasion stuck in his throat. The opponent had clearly already burned his immortal origin, how could he still have hidden power? But that overwhelming aura, that attack that tore through chaos, could not be faked in the slightest. The light screen hanging down from the Book of Chaos was shaken violently, emitting a hum that could not bear the strain.
"This... could it be that I saw it wrong?" Soon, a flash of inspiration struck the Old Ancestor Wuwang. "That guy didn't burn his immortal origin, but used some kind of secret technique that can simulate the burning of origin?"
"Yes, that must be it!" Ancestor Wuwang instantly understood, a look of realization flashing in his eyes, his tone filled with certainty, "He wasn't forced into a desperate situation, so how could he burn his immortal origin so easily? What a clever trick, actually managing to deceive my Wuwang Immortal Eye, no wonder this guy has been so persistent—he didn't have to pay any price at all!"
At this moment, all the doubts were answered.
"Now, I'm afraid I'm really in big trouble."
Wu Wang Lao Zu's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Facing a peak ninth-order quasi-immortal king, it would not be easy for him, a late-stage ninth-order quasi-immortal king, to leave without paying a price.
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Another hour passed.
"boom......"
The Celestial Lord of Heavenly Eternity's immortal body trembled violently, his form expanding by a full size. His muscles bulged like coiled dragons, and every inch of his skin shimmered with an indestructible luster, as if forged from billions of immortal metals. Golden light transformed into nine tangible dragon-shaped phantoms, swirling and roaring, their scales clearly visible. They carried an aura capable of suppressing the four seas and eight wastelands, their power surging once more, showing a faint tendency to break through the ninth-tier barrier and surpass the realm of Quasi-Immortal Kings. Even the chaotic void was slightly pressed down by this power!
The attack of the Myriad Immortals Formation became even more terrifying. Divine light poured down like a celestial river overturning, carrying the power to annihilate everything. It even began to erode the light screen of the Book of Chaos, leaving shallow engravings on it. Although they were not deep, they were like needles piercing the heart of the Wuwang Ancestor.
"Not good! This guy actually had something hidden!" Ancestor Wuwang's face turned pale, his heart sank to its lowest point, and even his voice trembled slightly, "Could it be that today, I really have no choice but to sever my own path and burn my immortal origin to escape this predicament?"
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