mtl008 Chapter 1140 Master Zixu
Chapter 1140 Master Zixu
Su Mo's voice rang out in the prison cell, calm and even, yet it was like a thunderclap in Yuan Lei's ears, causing him to look up abruptly, his eyes flashing with unspeakable terror.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the primordial divine runes around his neck tightened his throat, allowing him only to utter hoarse sounds. He watched helplessly as Su Mo casually grabbed him, lifting him out of the Chaos Prison like a chick, and suspended him in the center of the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace.
Then, Su Mo conjured a profound magic seal at his fingertips, chanting incantations. Ancient syllables echoed within the immortal palace, carrying the Daoist rhythm of the primordial chaos:
"Using the primordial chaos as the guide, cause and effect as the thread, and the soul as the medium, we trace back to the origin—Imperial Edict!"
As the first syllable fell, the Primordial Divine Patterns on Ancestor Yuan Lei's body suddenly lit up, spreading across his entire body like a spider web. Each divine pattern exuded wisps of gray energy, which were the causal threads of his entanglement with the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect for millions of cosmic eras, and within them were also entwined the pale golden light of the sect's fortune.
"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless, its trace has been locked, reveal it!"
As the second incantation was uttered, Su Mo's hand seals suddenly flipped, and a water mirror condensed from primordial energy appeared in his palm. Clear as an ancient icy lake, the mirror reflected shimmering light and shadow. The phantom of Ancestor Yuan Lei struggled and roared within the mirror, while the threads of cause and effect darted into the mirror like living snakes, transforming into specks of starlight that outlined the territory of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect.
"The sixth rank is the boundary, immortality is the standard; wherever immortals go, they cannot hide—reveal!"
As the final incantation was uttered, Su Mo slammed his fingertips into the water mirror. In an instant, the mirror shone brightly, and countless causal lines intertwined to form a massive star map. Thirty-three bright stars twinkled on the star map, each representing a sixth-rank or higher Immortal Golden Immortal.
Three of the stars were particularly dazzling, radiating a pressure far exceeding that of the other stars; these were the auras of the three eighth-rank Golden Immortals from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect.
This time, Su Mo did not intend to wipe out all the Immortal Golden Immortals of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect in one fell swoop; he only planned to capture the Immortal Golden Immortals of the sixth rank and above.
After breaking through to the sixth rank of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body, he now requires trillions of Immortal True Spirits for each breakthrough.
Even if a Golden Immortal of the sixth rank or below is a near-sixth rank Golden Immortal, the destruction of such an enemy would not increase his cultivation by more than one hundred million units of immortal true spirit. Compared to Su Mo's current state, this is merely a drop in the ocean. To put it bluntly, even if he wiped out all the Golden Immortals of the fifth rank and below in the entire Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom, it would not necessarily allow him to break through to the sixth rank perfect Golden Immortal realm. He simply did not have much desire to make a move.
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Spring goes and autumn comes, seasons change, and millions of years pass in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Chaos Prison of Su Mo's Natal Immortal Domain, there were now thirty-three figures with weakened auras. Some had disheveled hair, while others were dressed in tattered clothes. Their bodies were tightly bound to the Chaos Stone by Primordial Divine Runes. They were none other than the thirty-three Immortal Golden Immortals of the sixth rank or above from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect.
The leader was none other than the pillar of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect—Ancestor Xuan Yuan. This perfect eighth-grade Golden Immortal was now ashen-faced, his former majesty as the sect's leader completely gone. The lightning patterns on his immortal armor were dull and lifeless, even the lightning seal between his brows, symbolizing the sect's heritage, had lost its luster, like a dusty gem. Beside him, the other two eighth-grade Golden Immortals were also dejected, their eyelids drooping. Their immortal power was completely sealed, making even moving a finger as difficult as ascending to heaven. Their eyes were filled with despair and resentment.
Thirty-three Immortal Golden Immortals, ranging from the early stage of the sixth rank to the perfect eighth rank, were all effortlessly suppressed by Su Mo. The gap between the two sides was simply too vast. Even though Su Mo never used a single illusory avatar from beginning to end, he swept through the entire Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect's upper echelons with his own power, including the Xuan Yuan Ancestor, a perfect eighth-rank Golden Immortal. Not a single one of them could withstand Su Mo for even a moment.
Deep within the Chaos Prison, Ancestor Yuan Lei watched as his former fellow disciples were reduced to prisoners, his eyes filled with horror, his body trembling uncontrollably, unable to recover for a long time.
The other fellow disciples were one thing, but the three grandmasters, especially the founding grandmaster, were perfected eighth-grade Golden Immortals. Taking advantage of the terrain, even if someone was a ninth-grade Golden Immortal in their sect, the founding grandmaster would not be without the power to fight them, and he was even quite confident of winning.
However, just like his other fellow disciples, he was easily suppressed by that person, which was completely beyond his imagination and was definitely not a power that a ninth-grade Golden Immortal could possess.
Could it be that he is...?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, it felt as if Yuan Lei had fallen into an ice cave, his blood seemed to freeze, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a soft gurgling sound.
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Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes. His divine sense swept across the Chaos Prison like a tidal wave, taking in the miserable state of the thirty-three Golden Immortals. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Next up is the Purple Void Heavenly Palace."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Mo flicked his finger.
"Whoosh..."
A burst of intense purple light flashed by, like a bolt of purple lightning tearing through the void of the Immortal Palace, carrying a dazzling halo. When the light faded, the five seventh-grade Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Xuan Chen, appeared not far from Su Mo, still bound by the Primordial Chaos Divine Patterns. Their faces, like those of Ancestor Yuan Lei, were filled with deep-seated horror, and they looked at Su Mo as if he were an incomprehensible demon god.
They knew perfectly well how strong the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect was. Although it was not as strong as their Zi Xu Heavenly Palace, it was only a level below. Even if their Zi Xu Heavenly Palace spared no expense and went all out, they might not have the ability to break through the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect, let alone capture all the high-grade Golden Immortals of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect in just a million years. This power was far beyond what their Zi Xu Heavenly Palace could compare to.
at this time......
Su Mo's gaze swept over the five seventh-grade Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Xuan Chen. His eyes were calm and unwavering, yet they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their hair standing on end, a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. They could clearly feel an invisible force following the Primordial Divine Patterns, gradually stripping and pulling away their countless connections with the Purple Void Heavenly Palace, as if trying to tear their very existence from the very foundation of the sect, leaving not even a trace.
"let's start."
Su Mo spoke calmly, his fingertips once again forming profound hand seals, the patterns even more intricate than when he deduced the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect. He uttered ancient and obscure incantations, the syllables echoing within the Immortal Palace, carrying a weighty weight that suppressed eternity:
"The primordial chaos is the root, cause and effect are the network, the five souls are the guide, and all laws return to their origin—bind!"
As the first incantation was uttered, the Primordial Divine Runes on the five individuals, including Ancestor Xuanchen, simultaneously lit up, weaving into a vast purple net covering their entire bodies. From within this net seeped a grayish-black aura a hundred times denser than that emanating from Ancestor Yuanlei. This aura was the causal entanglement between the five seventh-grade Golden Immortals and the Purple Void Heavenly Palace spanning millions of cosmic eras, even containing wisps of ninth-grade Daoist essence, like purple-gold threads, clearly a direct connection to Ancestor Purple Void.
"Heaven and Earth are set in order, stars shift their positions, the Nine Ranks are locked, and the Eight Desolations are illuminated—manifest!"
As the second incantation was uttered, Su Mo's hands moved with the grace of butterflies, the traces of his fingertips leaving afterimages in the air. The Primordial Water Mirror reappeared in his palm, this time larger, reaching a diameter of ten thousand feet, its edges shimmering with a faint purple-gold halo—the Daoist aura of a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal being activated. The phantoms of the five Golden Immortals struggled and roared in agony within the mirror, the causal currents surging into the mirror like five ferocious dragons, instantly transforming into the nascent form of a dazzling star map. One star in particular shone brightly, radiating a pressure that caused the entire Immortal Palace to tremble slightly—the aura of Patriarch Zixu.
"The sixth rank is the foundation, the seventh rank is the trunk, the eighth rank is the branches, and the ninth rank is the soul. All traces of immortals are gathered here, without omission—appear!"
As the final incantation fell, Su Mo clasped his hands together abruptly, the hand seal transforming into a pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, piercing the water mirror. In an instant, the light within the mirror surged, like a purple sun rising within the immortal palace, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime, even tinging the golden beams and pillars of the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace with a purple halo. The star map suddenly became clear, not only displaying countless stars but also interconnected veins, forming the outline of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace's territory like blood vessels.
Sixty-five stars twinkled in the image, almost double the number from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect. Forty-one of them represented sixth-rank Golden Immortals, eighteen represented seventh-rank Golden Immortals, and five exuded the pressure of eighth-rank. The star at the very center, with its purplish-gold light almost piercing through the water mirror, was none other than the pillar of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace—the ninth-rank Golden Immortal, the Purple Void Ancestor!
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Time flies, and years flow silently in the chaos, while eight million years pass in the blink of an eye.
Deep within the Purple Profound Star Abyss, the forbidden ground of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace—the Purple Void Immortal Palace—is like a silent purple star, suspended in a nebula interwoven with billions of thunderbolts and fire. Within the nebula, purple lightning flashes like dragons and flames resemble phoenixes, reflecting each other and emitting a terrifying aura capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. Ordinary Golden Immortals do not even have the courage to approach it.
The celestial palace is entirely cast from amethyst jade, its roof covered with nine layers of glazed tiles, each tile engraved with the runes of "Purple Void Divine Thunder." Wind chimes hanging under the eaves move without wind, their clear sounds capable of cleansing the inner demons of Golden Immortals. This place is the secluded cultivation location of the founder of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace, the Purple Void Ancestor. Since his seclusion, apart from the other two eighth-rank Golden Immortal Ancestors of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace who can freely enter and exit, even the current Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace is not allowed to set foot here without the summons of the Purple Void Ancestor. Those who violate this rule will be imprisoned in the forbidden area for hundreds of millions of years at best, and their cultivation will be directly abolished and they will be expelled from the Heavenly Palace at worst.
Deep within the Purple Void Immortal Palace, no candlelight was visible, yet ten thousand purple rays of light fell from the void, spreading throughout the palace like a fine rain, illuminating a thirty-six-petaled purple lotus platform. The lotus petals were layered upon layered, each containing pure, immortal Daoist essence, emitting a refreshing and invigorating fragrance. This was the Purple Void Immortal Lotus, a ninth-grade immortal artifact nurtured by the Purple Void Ancestor for countless cosmic eras with his own immortal immortal power.
On the lotus platform, a figure sat cross-legged. He wore a purple-gold dragon-patterned Taoist robe, embroidered with lifelike images of the sun, moon, stars, and purple divine thunder, as if they might leap from the garment at any moment. His face was ancient and simple, with wrinkles as if carved by a knife and axe, yet it did not appear old, but rather exuded the majesty accumulated over the years. Three long strands of beard beneath his chin were like carved purple jade, smooth and shiny. Purple aura swirled around him, sometimes transforming into a divine dragon soaring, its roar resounding throughout the palace; at other times, it condensed into divine thunder, the sound containing the true meaning of the Great Dao.
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of an eighth-grade perfected Golden Immortal, loomed within him. Whenever the pressure reached its peak, the nebula outside the hall would tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. This person was none other than the spiritual pillar of countless disciples of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace, the ninth-grade Golden Immortal, the Purple Void Ancestor.
He has been in seclusion here for 30,000 cosmic eras, and is only one step away from becoming a Quasi-Immortal King. He only needs one opportunity to break through that barrier and step into a new level of cultivation.
suddenly--
Master Zixu's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!
It was as if a massive, chaotic boulder weighing trillions of pounds had been thrown into a calm lake, creating towering waves. His pupils contracted violently due to the extreme shock, and two bolts of purple lightning shot out from the depths of his eyes, exploding into a purple mist in front of him.
“This feeling is…”