mtl008 Chapter 1090 Hunting Golden Immortals
Chapter 1090 Hunting Golden Immortals
Su Mo's voice echoed in the Immortal Palace, carrying a chilling killing intent and a burning anticipation, like a flame tempered with ice, each word imbued with sharp resolve. As the sharp cry of the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship breaking through the chaos gradually faded into the distance, the sound also dissipated into the depths of the misty sea, leaving only the trail left by the dragon's head, quietly smoothed over by the surging air currents.
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half year later.
"Puff..."
With a soft sound, like the finest brocade being suddenly torn apart, accompanied by a subtle spatial tremor, the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat swiftly passed through an invisible barrier. The surrounding turbulent chaotic air currents instantly subsided, replaced by an incredibly rich immortal aura that clung to the dragon scales, condensing into tiny immortal crystal dewdrops that refracted a rainbow of colors.
A vast continent unfolded before them, like emeralds spread across the chaos. Endless mountains resembled ancient dragons lying dormant, their spines hidden in churning clouds, their peaks ablaze with snow that gleamed with an age-old, chilling light. Rivers meandered like silver ribbons, their flowing celestial liquid shimmering with iridescent light; each drop contained the purest, most refined immortal energy, enough to instantly break through the bottlenecks of ordinary True Immortals. The spatial barriers at the continent's edge glowed with a faint purplish-gold luster, like the most solid divine armor, its flowing runes of law impenetrable and indestructible.
This continent stretches for countless eons, its spatial rules condensed like solidified amber, exuding a heavy oppressive force with every movement. Let alone illusory immortals and celestial immortals, even true immortals below the seventh rank must obediently use their escape lights to travel here; daring to recklessly tear through space and teleport will immediately be met with a backlash from the spatial barrier, resulting in anything from broken immortal bones and regressed cultivation to complete annihilation and soul dissipation.
Even a first-grade Golden Immortal, when performing spatial teleportation here, can only traverse one or two cosmic years of void at a time. The speed is far less than one ten-thousandth of that outside. It is as if every inch of space is infused with billions of tons of power, and even divine sense probing becomes much more sluggish.
"Using a fifth-level Golden Immortal continent as a mausoleum, this Three Yang Golden Immortal certainly has a grand ambition."
Standing on the dragon's head, Su Mo gazed at the magnificent palaces and floating islands faintly visible on the continent below, as well as the spirit birds and beasts flitting between them, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
The fifth-level Golden Immortal Continent was sufficient to bear the flow of Daoist energy of a sixth-grade Golden Immortal, becoming the foundation of a sixth-grade Golden Immortal power. Ordinary sixth-grade Golden Immortals might not be able to manage such a treasure land even if they spent their entire lives, yet he used it as his mausoleum. This extravagance and ambition were enough to make countless cultivators in later generations gasp in amazement, and it also indirectly confirmed the glory of that Three Yang Golden Immortal back then.
Immediately afterward, the azure light surrounding the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat abruptly subsided, and its thousand-foot-long body shrank at a visible speed—the dragon horns lost their sharpness, transforming into rounded protrusions; the dragon claws retracted their sharpness, becoming indistinguishable from ordinary beast claws; the scales folded back layer by layer like a folding fan, ultimately turning into an insignificant speck of dust. Even the slightest fluctuations of immortal energy were completely suppressed by the power of primordial chaos. The surrounding immortal light, dragon might, and even Su Mo's own aura were compressed to their limits, indistinguishable from the dust floating on the continent, even able to sway gently with the air currents, blending into the swirling dust, perfectly concealing its presence.
Then, this speck of "dust" rode a wisp of immortal wind and silently fell towards the Three Suns Continent below, like a real fallen leaf, merging into the continent's aura.
Su Mo himself had no intention of taking action. With so many illusory spirit bodies serving him, why would he, the true self, need to personally intervene?
"Now, it's up to you fellow Daoists."
Su Mo raised his head slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as if piercing through layers of spacetime barriers, fixing his gaze on a hidden valley in the heart of the Three Suns Continent.
The valley was shrouded in mist, its ethereal energy so rich it seemed one could wring out celestial liquid, which flowed into streams between the rocks. A wondrous flower, ten thousand feet tall, took root on a Yin-Yang Reincarnation Stone, spanning a hundred miles in circumference—half of its petals were milky white, flowing with ever-renewing Yang energy, as if countless phantoms of new life were floating within them; the other half were jet black, shrouded in the Yin energy of annihilation and reincarnation, with countless withered bones disappearing within them.
It is the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Lotus, a second-grade immortal medicine containing the essence of the Great Dao of Reincarnation.
At the heart of the lotus, a fist-sized golden droplet slowly rolled, each drop causing subtle ripples of reincarnation to spread through the surrounding space, as if time itself had slowed down. Clearly, this immortal lotus had absorbed the power of countless reincarnations, reaching the pinnacle of its quality, enough to drive many first-grade Golden Immortals mad, and even move second-grade Golden Immortals.
Not far from the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Lotus stood an old man in a dark blue robe. His hair and beard were as white as frost, and his face was etched with the wrinkles of time. He was surrounded by the aura of a first-grade Golden Immortal, but due to excessive excitement, his aura was slightly disordered, and even his Dao heart showed a slight flaw.
He stared intently at the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Lotus, the greed in his eyes almost tangible. His breathing became heavy and rumbling, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly. Clearly, this supreme treasure had stirred his Dao heart, causing him to relax his defenses and focus all his attention on the immortal lotus.
at this time......
"Whoosh..."
A dark light streaked through the void like a ghost, silently landing not far from the old man. The air currents it created were deliberately suppressed to the extreme, revealing a black-clad youth whose face bore a slight resemblance to the old man. The aura of a perfect ninth-grade True Immortal was faintly visible on his body, carrying a hint of a junior's reverence for his elder.
"Young man, why aren't you seeking opportunities elsewhere? What are you doing here?" The old man glanced at the youth, his brows furrowing slightly, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed. At this moment, his mind was entirely focused on the Reincarnation Lotus, and he couldn't even be bothered to spare a glance for this junior.
The young man in black bowed deeply, his tone carrying just the right amount of flattery: "Grand Uncle, I was just investigating elsewhere and luckily discovered the whereabouts of a second-grade immortal medicine—the Reincarnation Flower!"
"What? You've discovered the Reincarnation Flower?" Upon hearing this, the old man's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, his displeasure instantly replaced by wild joy, and even his body trembled slightly. The Yin-Yang Reincarnation Lotus governs the "Foundation of Reincarnation," while the Reincarnation Flower governs the "Continuation of Reincarnation." Both are second-grade immortal medicines. If he could obtain both, his Reincarnation Dao would surely break through, making his breakthrough to the second-grade Golden Immortal realm a certainty. In the future, he might even have a chance to glimpse the secrets of the third-grade Golden Immortal realm.
"How dare your grandson deceive his great-uncle?" the young man in black replied, bowing his head, but paused slightly, leaving a lingering question, "However..."
"Just what?"
The old man pressed on, unconsciously taking two steps forward until he was less than ten feet away from the young man. Even the immortal power around him surged with excitement, forming a faint vortex. "Boy Hanmo, speak quickly! As long as your uncle can obtain that Reincarnation Flower, you will surely benefit in the future. I would even give you an immortal artifact!"
"Grand Uncle, that Reincarnation Flower..." The young man in black deliberately dragged out his words. Just as the old man's patience was about to run out and his eyes were becoming sharp, he suddenly raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. The awe vanished instantly, leaving only indifference, as if he were looking at a dying man.
"Ok?"
The old man frowned, about to ask a question.
"boom......"
A terrifying pressure that eclipsed the heavens and earth suddenly erupted from the black-clad youth's body! The immortal power of a third-grade Golden Immortal swept out like a tsunami, his black robes fluttered without wind, and his previously restrained aura instantly surged to its peak, completely sealing off the entire valley's space-time.
"Ah...this power...a...a third-grade Golden Immortal?" The old man's expression changed drastically. A bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The overwhelming power was like Mount Tai pressing down on him, leaving him no room to even think of resisting. The immortal power within his body instantly froze. "You are not Han Mo! Who exactly are you?"
The shadow of death instantly enveloped the old man. He wanted to dodge and summon his natal immortal artifact, the "Mirror of Reincarnation," but the gap between a third-grade Golden Immortal and a first-grade Golden Immortal was as vast as an insurmountable chasm, especially since it was a sneak attack that caught him completely off guard.
The young man in black formed a sword with his fingers, and a black light condensed with the power of primordial chaos shot out. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, groaning under the strain. It easily tore through the old man's immortal body defense, and even the protective immortal armor he hastily summoned shattered like paper, turning into countless specks of light, failing to provide any resistance.
"No... Senior, spare my life!" The old man's immortal body began to disintegrate from his shoulders, and his soul roared madly in his sea of consciousness, "I am the 'Ink Sun Golden Immortal' of the Samsara Immortal Realm, and my ancestor was a peak fourth-grade Golden Immortal! Please, for his sake, spare my life! I am willing to offer the Yin-Yang Samsara Lotus and all the treasures on my body!"
Tears streamed down his face; he had lost all dignity as a First-Rank Golden Immortal. But the black-clad youth's eyes remained unmoved. His Third-Rank Golden Immortal power was unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, it completely sealed his soul and natal immortal domain, turning him into a struggling golden light, which the youth caught in his palm.
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Azure Dragon Immortal Boat, Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.
On the Yin-Yang Dao Platform, black and white energies flowed slowly, like two dragons entwining, reflecting Su Mo's calm yet excited face.
Then, Su Mo gently flipped his right hand, and a curled-up figure appeared out of thin air in his palm—it was the Mo Yang Golden Immortal dressed in a dark blue robe. At this moment, his eyes were closed, his immortal power was firmly imprisoned, and even the struggle of his soul was as weak as a candle in the wind, clearly he had been completely suppressed.
"The first Golden Immortal has been obtained."
Su Mo looked down at his "prey" in his palm, a burning light flashing in his eyes. Then, he gently touched the center of Mo Yang Jin Xian's brow with his fingertip. The other's eyelids twitched violently, as if trying to open their eyes, but were firmly suppressed by the black and white energy flowing through the Dao Platform. Su Mo's lips curled slightly, and with a thought, a faint blue light emanated from his palm, enveloping Mo Yang Jin Xian's figure.
"Buzz..."
With a flash of azure light, the figure of Mo Yang Jin Xian vanished from the palm of his hand, sent into Su Mo's natal immortal domain. Deep within that immortal domain, evolved from primordial chaos, chaos surged, and time flowed dozens of times faster than outside. Within the chaotic energy, dozens of illusory spiritual bodies stood silently waiting, each emanating an aura of the same origin as Su Mo, their eyes as cold as ice.
As soon as Mo Yang Jin Xian's figure appeared in the Immortal Realm, the leader, Ling Xu Huan Shen, immediately raised his hand. Instantly, terrifying immortal power, comparable to that of a third-grade Jin Xian, surged forth like countless sharp blades, accurately striking Mo Yang Jin Xian, shattering his immortal body, frantically eroding his innate divine soul, and consuming the immortal origin within him.
"No...stop! If you dare to harm me, my ancestors will not let you get away with it!"
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