RPAGF Chapter 1219 Arrival
Chapter 1219 Arrival
Time flies, and nearly a century has passed quietly. There are only tens of millions of years left before the opening of the Forbidden Land of No Form. The entire Southern Heaven Domain is filled with a restless atmosphere, and undercurrents are surging in the major immortal kingdoms.
Deep within the Primordial Immortal Palace, a delicate stone pavilion, carved from a single piece of Nine Heavens Mystic Jade, stands silently. Outside the pavilion, a celestial spring flows gently, its waters dotted with specks of primordial purple energy, shimmering like stars. On the bank grow several Enlightenment Lotuses that bloom only once every thousand years, now unfurling their jade-green leaves, their delicate pink buds poised to open, emitting a refreshing and invigorating fragrance.
Su Mo wore a long robe with dark purple-gold patterns, the hem embroidered with designs of the primordial chaos, which shimmered with a faint light as he raised his hand. He sat upright at a white jade table in the center of the stone pavilion, on which sat a set of crystal goblets, within which amber-colored immortal wine steamed, emitting a mellow fragrance capable of cleansing the soul. He lightly held the goblets between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the swirling chaotic energy outside the pavilion, his expression serene, as if savoring the Daoist essence within the wine, or perhaps contemplating his upcoming journey to the Forbidden Land of No Form, a sharp glint occasionally flashing in his eyes.
Beside a pavilion pillar not far from him stood a woman dressed in a moon-white fairy robe. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, loosely held up by a single white jade hairpin, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, adding to her gentle beauty; her face was ethereal and otherworldly, her skin as white as snow, and her brows held an ethereal quality untouched by worldly concerns, like a banished immortal stepping out of a painting. The woman sat cross-legged before a jade zither, her fingertips lightly plucking and strumming, the strings vibrating to produce clear, ethereal music.
Like the breath of heaven and earth, sometimes it was like the first rays of dawn breaking through the chaos, carrying the vibrant life force that tore through the darkness, inspiring longing; sometimes it was like stars revolving in the heavens, carrying an eternal and solemn rhythm that calmed the mind; and sometimes it was like a celestial spring rinsing over stones, its clear, melodious sound soothing the deepest restlessness in the heart. The music lingered, intertwining with the tinkling of the celestial spring and the soft sounds of lotus blossoms outside the stone pavilion, subtly resonating with the primordial purple aura surrounding Su Mo, enveloping the entire stone pavilion in a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
The woman did not look up at Su Mo, but focused intently on playing the zither, as if her world consisted only of the strings at her fingertips and the flowing melody, and everything outside was irrelevant to her.
This is the spirit of the Phoenix Jade Zither, a quasi-eternal immortal artifact of the ninth rank. Its zither playing is innate, and it excels at using the sound of the zither to aid in enlightenment. Even an Eternal Immortal King can benefit from listening to it.
Su Mo took a sip of the immortal wine, his gaze falling on the woman, a faint smile playing on his lips. For nearly a century, he had either been playing chess with the avatar of the Xuanzhen Immortal King or listening to Feng Yu play the zither. As expected of a ninth-grade quasi-eternal immortal artifact spirit, her mastery of the zither was even somewhat helpful to him now.
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Spring comes and autumn goes; a thousand years is but a morning dew for cultivators, fleeting in the blink of an eye.
The stone pavilion of the Hongmeng Immortal Palace remains unchanged, the Enlightenment Lotus blooms and fades, and the tinkling sound of the Immortal Spring never ceases. However, the purple-clad figure in the pavilion is no longer focused on the immortal wine in the cup.
Su Mo slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, a burst of divine light flashing within them, like two chaotic stars shining in his eyes. He directly pierced through the Xuan Jade Barrier of the Stone Pavilion, through the layers of immortal array restrictions surrounding the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, and directly saw through the outer world crystal wall, looking into the depths of the Yuanxu Sea.
"coming."
A few breaths later, Su Mo uttered two words, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable certainty.
As he spoke, Su Mo slowly stood up, the chaotic patterns on his robes flowing with his movements, as if a miniature universe was being created and destroyed within them. He beckoned to Fairy Fengyu, who was still focused on playing the zither not far away, and the clear and ethereal zither music stopped abruptly as if cut off by an invisible hand. The stone pavilion immediately returned to silence, with only the sound of the flowing immortal spring remaining.
Feng Yu Fairy's fingertips paused on the strings, then she looked up at Su Mo. The ethereal, otherworldly quality in her eyes faded slightly, replaced by respect. She rose and bowed gracefully to Su Mo, her figure as lithe as a willow swaying in the breeze, her movements elegant yet courteous. Then, a soft white light emanated from her, and she transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the jade zither behind her.
With a soft hum, a sound like the cry of a phoenix resounded, clear and melodious, echoing throughout the stone pavilion. Intricate phoenix patterns appeared on its surface, shimmering with golden light, as if a lifelike phoenix were circling around the instrument. Then the radiance faded, and it returned to its original form as an ancient musical instrument, lying quietly on the table.
"receive!"
With a soft shout, Su Mo's long sleeves moved without wind, as if a spirit snake had emerged and coiled around the Phoenix Jade Immortal Zither. The zither transformed into a streak of azure light, disappearing into his sleeve and being carefully stored in his natal immortal domain.
The next second...
Su Mo's body twitched slightly, and he took a seemingly casual step. The black jade surface beneath his feet did not ripple at all, yet his figure had already disappeared into the stone pavilion.
When he reappeared, Su Mo was already standing in the chaotic currents of the Yuanxu Sea. The raging currents of rules roared around him like raging waves, sometimes transforming into sharp blades that seemed to tear everything apart; sometimes condensing into thick barriers that seemed to suppress all things. However, when they touched a radius of three feet around him, they were all dissolved by a layer of faint primordial purple energy. Not even his robes were stirred. It was as if those chaotic currents of rules that were enough to make a ninth-grade golden immortal die were nothing more than a gentle breeze, not worth mentioning.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold robe fluttering in the chaotic wind. His figure was as tall and straight as a solitary peak, standing atop the turbulent currents of rules. His gaze was calm as he looked into the distant void, as if waiting for the arrival of the person he had made an appointment with.
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After a cup of tea's time.
The chaotic air currents in the distance suddenly surged violently, as if forcibly parted by an invisible hand, revealing a path. An ancient ship broke through the mist and slowly appeared in Su Mo's sight.
The ship was approximately ten thousand feet long and nine stories high. Its hull was crafted from an unknown dark golden immortal wood, its surface engraved with countless ancient Dao patterns. A faint purple-gold immortal light flowed between the patterns, radiating a powerful aura that suppressed chaos. The ship moved at an astonishing speed, cutting through the turbulent currents of rules like a whirlwind, more than ten times faster than the full-force burst of a late-stage first-tier Eternal Immortal King like Yuan Jin. Wherever it passed, the raging, beast-like turbulent currents of rules retreated to the sides like mice before a cat, leaving a smooth, vacuum-like trail behind it.
In the blink of an eye, the ancient ship docked not far from Su Mo as if it had shrunk in size. On the bow, the figure of the Xuanzhen Immortal King could be vaguely seen. He was surrounded by the pressure of a third-order Eternal Immortal King, but he restrained it extremely well, leaving only a calm and dignified aura.
"Fellow Daoist Su Mo, please board the ship!"
The voice of the Xuanzhen Immortal King emanated from the ship, piercing through the chaotic air currents and clearly reaching Su Mo's ears, carrying a hint of politeness and a desire to win him over. This ancient ship was none other than the Yuanji Immortal Ship, one of the three great third-grade eternal immortal artifacts in the Xuanzhen Immortal King's possession. Not only was it incredibly fast, but it could also withstand attacks from a third-tier eternal immortal king.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo did not hesitate at all. With a slight movement, he stepped out as if taking a leisurely stroll, covering a distance of a thousand feet in one step, and landed steadily on the deck of the Yuanji Immortal Ship. His expression was calm, and he did not care at all whether the Xuanzhen Immortal King had any hidden schemes. With his current cultivation, even if a mere third-order Eternal Immortal King had any evil intentions, he could not cause any trouble.
Several powerful high-level quasi-immortal kings stood on the deck. Upon seeing Su Mo board the ship, they all bowed and paid their respects, not daring to show the slightest disrespect. The person in front of them was a third-level eternal immortal king with the same cultivation as their emperor. Every word and action of his was enough to affect the rise and fall of an immortal kingdom.
Su Mo glanced at the group casually, then stepped forward, appearing at the entrance of a magnificent immortal palace on the top floor.
The celestial palace was paved with chaotic white jade and its walls were made of immortal immortal gold. A chain of lanterns made of thousands of chaotic pearls hung from the ceiling, illuminating the palace as bright as day, with even the air filled with a faint pearly glow. The interior was luxurious yet simple, with tables and chairs carved from jade that had been warmed for hundreds of millions of years. In the corners, there were several pots of immortal immortal plants that emitted a unique fragrance, making people feel refreshed.
At this moment, Immortal King Xuanzhen was sitting in the main seat. Upon seeing Su Mo arrive, he quickly stood up to greet him with a warm smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Su Mo, I've been waiting for you."
"Fellow Daoist Xuanzhen, you're too kind." Su Mo nodded slightly, exchanged greetings with him, and then took their seats as host and guest. Inside the hall, a maidservant served celestial tea, its fragrant aroma softening the harshness of the chaotic air currents and carrying a refreshing scent of herbs and trees.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Immortal King Xuanzhen waved his hand, and a soft humming sound came from outside the hall. The Yuanji Immortal Boat started up again, like a dark golden streak of light cutting through the void, its bow pointing directly towards the Wuxiang Forbidden Land. Its speed was even faster than before, stirring up a long wave in the Chaos Sea as it sped towards the Wuxiang Forbidden Land that was about to open.
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Time flies like an arrow; eight million years have passed quietly in the swift flight of the Yuanji Immortal Ship.
On this day, the speed of the Yuanji Immortal Ship gradually slowed down, and it finally came to a steady stop on a chaotic primordial stone with a diameter of about one million feet. The primordial stone was pitch black, and its surface was covered with grooves eroded by the chaotic air currents. Its hardness was comparable to eternal immortal gold. It floated steadily in the turbulent currents of the Yuanxu Sea, like a natural dock, and had been there for countless cosmic eras.
Millions of light-years beyond the primordial chaos stone, a swirling mist stretched across the void like a curtain. The mist was a strange, grayish-purple color, sometimes boiling like porridge, emitting a pungent, corrosive odor; at other times, it remained still like solidified amber, exuding a deathly oppressive stillness, with faint flashes of dark lightning, emanating eerie, chilling fluctuations that seemed capable of freezing even the most ethereal souls. To the naked eye, the mist's end was impossible to discern, as if connecting to another unknown chaotic world, concealing countless untold secrets and dangers, inspiring awe and fear.
"We have arrived at the Forbidden Land of No Form."
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