mtl008 Chapter 1134 Everyone Feels Insecure
Chapter 1134 Everyone Feels Insecure
The Black-Heavy Golden Immortal abruptly opened his eyes, the black flames within them pulsating violently, like two clusters of raging ghostly fire, carrying a hint of disbelief and terror, as if they were about to scorch a hole in the void before him. The jade slip burning with black flames in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack," transforming into a stream of light that plummeted towards the palace floor. The black flames on it extinguished abruptly upon touching the ground, leaving only a wisp of green smoke rising—clearly, this news had shaken him to his core, even disrupting the immortal power that sustained the burning jade slip.
He knew the strength of the Yan Yu clan all too well. Their foundation and strength were only slightly inferior to that of their Black Flame Immortal Clan; the clan had three seventh-grade Golden Immortals, and the Yan Yu Ancestor, an eighth-grade Golden Immortal, was also in charge. They were one of the nine great Yan clans of the Nine Flame Star Abyss. How could all the Immortal Golden Immortals have disappeared without a trace overnight? This was more absurd than a fairy tale.
"Clan leader, this is absolutely true." Seeing his shock, Black Swamp Golden Immortal kowtowed again, his forehead almost touching the cold palace floor. His voice rose a few decibels with urgency, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "I have had people verify this multiple times. There is indeed no immortal Golden Immortal left in the Fiery Prison Immortal Domain. There is no doubt about it!"
His tone was resolute, filled with a confident assurance, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly with excitement.
"Could all of this really be true?"
The Black-Heavy Golden Immortal muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously curling up, his nails digging deep into his palms. The dark golden immortal blood that seeped out dripped onto the armrest of the immortal throne, instantly burned into nothingness by the black flames. Although his subconscious still resisted believing, his reason was frantically screaming—this was most likely true.
Kurosawa was not the type to joke around. He was always calm and composed. Moreover, it was a matter of such importance that would shake the foundation of Xingyuan. Even if he had three times the courage or a hundred times the boldness of a leopard, he would not dare to speak carelessly.
"What exactly happened?" Black Absolute Golden Immortal suddenly stood up, his dark scale armor clanging with each movement, the sound particularly jarring in the silent temple. "Is that old man Yan Yu plotting some earth-shattering conspiracy, deliberately hiding his clansmen's whereabouts? Or... have they already met with misfortune?"
The former is fine; at worst, it's just the Yan Yu clan playing some kind of hiding trick, and they'll eventually slip up. But if it's the latter, then…
Black Flame Golden Immortal felt a chill run through his body, a coldness shooting from his tailbone to the top of his head, causing his immortal body to tremble slightly, and even the black flames swirling around him dimmed somewhat. The power behind the ability to wipe out the entire Yan Yu clan, including their ancestor, an eighth-rank Golden Immortal, in such a short time, was absolutely terrifying, far surpassing that of their Black Flame clan. If that power harbored any ill intentions towards their Black Flame Immortal clan, with their current strength, they would likely not escape the fate of the Yan Yu clan, and wouldn't even have a chance to struggle before being easily crushed like ants.
next moment......
Chief Hei Jue suddenly looked at Golden Immortal Hei Ze, his eyes blazing with black flames like a volcano about to erupt, and commanded with unquestionable authority: "Hei Ze, pass on the order!"
Kurosawa Kinsen quickly looked up, held his breath, and waited for instructions. Cold sweat slid down his face and dripped onto his armor with a soft sound.
"Immediately mobilize all of my clan's spies lurking within the Yanyu Clan, at all costs." Black Absolute Golden Immortal's voice was low and urgent, carrying a suppressed sense of urgency, as if a ball of fire was stuck in his throat. "We must investigate this matter thoroughly! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find out what exactly happened to the Yanyu Clan!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the black dragon statue on the pillar. The ghostly fire dancing in the dragon's eyes seemed to echo the flames in his own. He continued, "Furthermore, starting today, activate the 'Nine Nether Black Flame Array,' and our clan will enter a state of full alert!"
"Yes! Patriarch!"
Kurosawa Jinxian dared not delay. He responded and stood up abruptly, turning around and walking quickly outside. His black armor made a soft "whooshing" sound as he hurried out of the temple. He even forgot the bowing and retreating ceremony he was required to perform on a daily basis when he left the temple, leaving only a flustered figure that disappeared outside the temple gate.
Inside the temple, the Black-Headed Golden Immortal sat down again, but no longer with any semblance of composure. He gazed at the empty temple entrance, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the dragon-jade chair, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall. The black fire dragons carved on the temple pillars seemed to sense his unease; the eerie flames in their dragon eyes flickered, casting half of his face in light and half in shadow, filled with solemnity and worry, even his breathing carried a heavy weight.
"No, we must inform the ancestors about this matter first."
Black-haired Golden Immortal slammed his hand on the armrest, causing the jade dragon chair to hum with a deep, resolute sound. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. This matter involved too many people; if some powerful force were to secretly capture Old Man Yan Yu and his group, it would be far beyond what a sixth-rank Golden Immortal like himself could handle.
Before he finished speaking, the Black Blade Clan Chief waved his hand, and five jets of condensed, ink-black flames shot out from his palm. The flames traced five eerie arcs in the air, their tails trailing wisps of black smoke, like five black dragons poised to pounce. With a sharp whooshing sound, they instantly pierced through the air and shot towards five mysterious spaces in the Black Flame Immortal Realm shrouded in layers of black mist—these were the places where the clan's ancestors had secluded themselves in seclusion, places that even he, the clan chief, dared not disturb easily under normal circumstances.
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Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and wither, and millions of years pass in the blink of an eye in the chaotic flow, as fast as sand slipping through your fingers.
The other seven immortal clans of the Nine Flame Star Abyss also received news that all the immortal golden immortals of the Flame Prison Clan, including the Flame Prison Ancestor, had mysteriously disappeared. It was like a boulder being thrown into boiling oil, and the entire Nine Flame Star Abyss was shrouded in an indescribable oppression.
At the borders of the seven immortal realms, defensive immortal arrays lit up one after another, their light piercing through the black mist and illuminating half of the chaos. The Crimson Flame Immortal Clan's "Heaven-Burning Annihilation Array" ignited with a blaze of ten thousand feet, within which countless ferocious fire beast phantoms emerged; the Divine Phoenix Immortal Clan's "Wutong Guida Array" radiated seven-colored light, within which the faint cry of a phoenix echoed; the Star Flame Immortal Clan's "Zhou Tian Xing Guang Array" drew upon the power of the stars, with billions of star points flowing within the array patterns, like a real galaxy... The immortal light flickering from each immortal array was like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment; even the chaotic air currents deep within the Star Abyss seemed to stagnate, their flow slowing down, carrying the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm, making one's heart tighten.
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Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat, Phoenix Immortal Palace.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on the purple cloud futon, his body surrounded by purple energy that swirled like living water. Sometimes it transformed into a dragon that darted about, its scales clearly visible, and its whiskers swaying with a faint Daoist charm. At other times, it condensed into clouds that floated and sank, with illusory images of mountains and rivers flowing within the clouds, making him appear even more mysterious and unpredictable.
The glazed lamps on the roof burned silently, the eerie light of the Netherworld Fire intertwined with the purple aura, casting flickering shadows around him, adding to his ethereal quality. He seemed to be one with the palace, yet also transcended it, breathing in harmony with the Great Dao.
Suddenly, Su Mo slightly flipped his right hand, and hundreds of tiny figures, as dense as ants, appeared in his palm. Each of them had a pale, ashen face, like jade covered in dust. They were surrounded by death energy that shared the same origin as the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji and the Primordial Ancestor of the Underworld, so dense that it was almost tangible. Their clothes were still stained with dark bloodstains that had not yet dried, and they emitted a faint fishy smell. Many of the figures even had faces that were seven or eight parts similar to the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji and the Primordial Ancestor of the Underworld, with identical features in their eyebrows and eyes. They were clearly direct descendants of the Underworld Immortal Clan.
These hundreds of people were all the Immortal Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Immortal Clan.
Thus, all the descendants of the five great eighth-rank Golden Immortals, including the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, the Primordial Ancestor of the Underworld, and Fairy Yunshu, were wiped out by Su Mo, not even the immortal Golden Immortals who were traveling outside.
The next second...
Su Mo's mind stirred slightly, and his consciousness, like a stream of light, sank into the chaotic prison of his natal immortal domain.
Inside the cage, over a thousand immortal golden immortals huddled together. There were flame golden immortals from the Yanyu clan, star cultivators from the Xingyun immortal clan, and death energy cultivators from the Mingji immortal clan... Their immortal immortal power was suppressed by the Hongmeng divine runes. Each of them was filled with terror, huddled in the chaotic air currents, trembling. Their former arrogance and majesty had vanished, leaving only the fear of death.
Su Mo's divine sense swept across the cage, and looking at the full cage of "harvest," the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, a satisfied smile flashing across his face.
Among these thousands of immortal golden immortals, there are as many as seventeen seventh-rank golden immortals, and more than a hundred sixth-rank and fifth-rank golden immortals. The immortal true spirit that so many immortal golden immortals can provide together is definitely no less than that of an eighth-rank golden immortal.
By obliterating them all, he had a greater chance of breaking through to the sixth rank of Perfect Golden Immortal.
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Time flies, and years slip by quietly amidst the turbulent currents of chaos. Stars and rivers turn, and the universe shifts. Soon, billions of years have passed.
The news of the mysterious disappearance of all the Immortal Golden Immortals from the four great eighth-rank immortal forces—Mingji, Yanyu, and Xingyun—had already spread like wildfire throughout Kongming Star Abyss, Jiuyan Star Abyss, and the surrounding Xuanbing, Zidian, Cangwu, and other major star abysses.
Initially, some forces remained skeptical, believing it to be a grand scheme orchestrated by these major powers to lure out the enemy and seize their resources. However, as time passed, the territories of the four major powers, now without the protection of the Immortal Golden Immortals, were like tigers without claws. Large numbers of their people were suppressed and slaughtered by smaller Immortal Immortal clans, their controlled territories and resources were constantly encroached upon, and their core mines and secret realms were looted clean… Faced with such humiliation, the Immortal Golden Immortals of the four major powers failed to appear, and all the doubts were silenced.
It's highly likely that Ancestor Yan Yu and his group met with some misfortune. Otherwise, given their pride and protectiveness, they would never have stood by and watched the Immortal Realm be invaded and their clansmen be mercilessly slaughtered.
For a time, the many eighth-rank immortal forces within the major star abysses were filled with panic and fear, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow.
Whether it's the old-established eighth-rank immortal forces with deep roots that have been passed down for nearly ten million cosmic eras, or the newly emerging rising stars with their sharp edges, they have all tightened their claws and summoned the immortal golden immortals in their clans back to the core area. They no longer dare to be as arrogant as before, and even the teams that go out to plunder resources have been reduced by more than half.
That mysterious power, capable of silently annihilating four major eighth-rank forces, is like a sword hanging over the heads of all forces. No one knows when it will fall, and no one knows who its next target will be.
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