RPAGF Chapter 1163 Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal
Chapter 1163 Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal
Deep within the Shadow Abyss, in a dark palace constructed from billions of miles of demonic bones, each bone seemed soaked in ancient blood and malevolence, exuding a lingering stench of decay and decay, as if embodying all the carnage since the beginning of chaos. Skull lamps hung like stars from the dome, their eerie green demonic flames leaping in their hollow eye sockets, making the figure shrouded in thick black mist on the main seat appear even more bizarre—the black mist churned like a living thing, sometimes transforming into hideous demonic shadows, sometimes condensing into blood-red runes. The aura emanating from him was as deep and unfathomable as a hell, far surpassing that of the Netherworld Ancestor, a peak sixth-rank Golden Immortal. Every breath he exhaled stirred up the demonic energy deep within the abyss, causing the entire palace to flicker with light and shadow, even space and time seemed to tremble and distort with his breath, rippling outwards.
This is the Netherworld Demon Clan's Stabilizing Needle of the Netherworld Sea, and also the clan's only seventh-rank Golden Immortal—Ancestor Yun.
"Ah...you damned beast, I'll kill you!" A deep roar exploded from the black mist, filled with a fury capable of tearing through the void. Before the words had even finished, dozens of pillars in the hall, forged from the spines of ancient demonic dragons, shattered with a "crack," scattering bone fragments that were instantly crushed into dust by the invisible demonic energy in mid-air, spreading into a foul-smelling black mist. This was the rage he had suppressed for a hundred thousand years after sensing the complete annihilation of the immortal souls of You Sha and the other seven Golden Immortals; it had finally broken through the dam of restraint and could no longer be contained.
The next second...
The black mist surged violently, churning like boiling ink, and from within slowly emerged a towering figure with a spiraling, blood-red horn on its head. He wore blood-red demonic armor, its surface imbued with the resentment of countless beings; every inch of the armor flowed with a dark, blood-red light, as if countless wronged souls were wailing within. His blood-red eyes burned with crimson flames, the direction of the Primordial Immortal Realm clearly reflected deep within them, filled with an unforgettable, bone-deep hatred—a hatred almost tangible, as if only by burning and crushing that pure land and its master together could he quell the hatred in his heart.
"Hongmeng brat, just you wait, you won't be arrogant for long." The voice of Ancestor Youyun was hoarse and cold, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and he glared fiercely in the direction of Hongmeng Immortal Realm with an overwhelming power.
Then, Ancestor Youyun waved his hand, and a ball of pitch-black energy condensed in his palm. The void in front of him instantly twisted and cracked like glass, and countless tiny spatial fragments fell down, quickly tearing open a spatial rift a hundred feet wide. Chaos surged and storms raged within, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction, as if leading to an unknown void.
With a single step, Ancestor Youyun stepped into the spatial rift. His imposing figure was swallowed by the chaotic airflow, and the rift healed rapidly like a wound. Only the turbulent demonic energy in the main hall and the eerie green demonic fire leaping in the skull lamp remained, telling the story of his fury in the deathly silence. The lingering killing intent in the air did not dissipate for a long time.
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Time flies, and sixty million years have quietly passed in the serene Hongmeng Immortal Realm.
"Puchi-"
A soft sound echoed within Su Mo's natal immortal domain's chaotic prison, so subtle it was as if a speck of dust had fallen. The once invincible Ancestor of the Dark Realm had finally had his last wisp of immortal essence extinguished. His body, along with his remaining immortal soul, turned into specks of ashes, completely dissipating into the darkness of the prison, leaving not even a trace behind.
On the dragon boat, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze reflecting the scene within his natal immortal realm, a hint of anticipation playing on his lips. "A quasi-second-tier quasi-immortal king, I wonder how many units of immortal true spirit he can increase for me."
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After one breath.
"Nearly six trillion units of immortal true spirit, worthy of being a quasi-second-tier quasi-immortal king, far superior to those ninth-grade golden immortals." Looking at the immortal true spirit that was about to break through 7000 trillion units, Su Mo sighed sincerely.
"Next, I will break through to the seventh rank of Golden Immortal. The Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture, infuse it into me!"
Su Su Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a low shout, like a Daoist explosion, reverberated in his sea of consciousness, stirring up a thousand waves.
[You continued cultivating the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture. After 1000000 cosmic eras, you successfully broke through the shackles, and the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture entered the seventh-grade entry level.]
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An hour later.
Su Mo's soaring aura finally began to recede, flowing back into his body like a tide. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual ordinary self, as if the earth-shaking breakthrough had never happened. Only the faint purple aura surrounding him was more concentrated and profound than before, proving that he had been reborn and entered a new realm.
"Good! The Seventh-Rank Immortal Golden Immortal Body is complete!"
Su Mo slowly clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body like a starry sea. Even the void rippled as his fingertips traced the air. A satisfied smile gradually appeared on his lips. His own combat power alone was not much inferior to that of a fourth-tier quasi-immortal king. Once he summoned all 1,800 illusory spirit bodies and they worked together to activate the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, even without the geographical advantage of the Primordial Immortal Domain, he could contend with a seventh-tier quasi-immortal king.
"Not bad, I'm one step closer to becoming the number one in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom." Su Mo looked into the depths of the void, his gaze piercing through layers of barriers, as if he could see the vast star abyss of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, and the hidden powerhouses and ancient forces there.
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Chaos does not remember years; a century passes by quietly like sand slipping through one's fingers.
Taiyuan Star Abyss, one of the ten great star abysses of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, has existed for over fifty million cosmic eras since its birth. Its profound foundation and formidable strength far surpass those of star abysses like Xuanlei Star Abyss. Within the abyss, immortal mist swirls, stars scatter like chess pieces, and countless ancient immortal clans and secret realms reside here. Every inch of space exudes an aura of majesty accumulated over millennia.
In the central part of the Star Abyss, within a mysterious space enveloped by countless chaotic restrictions, stands a Purple Crystal Immortal Palace. The palace is entirely forged from celestial purple crystal, which contains a pure, regal aura. The beams and pillars are engraved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, so lifelike that it seems as if the phantoms of dragons and phoenixes are swirling and howling within them. Three artificial stars float atop the palace, radiating a pressure comparable to that of a quasi-Immortal King, casting a purple glow over the entire palace, making it sacred and inviolable, highlighting the supreme status of its master.
Deep within the Amethyst Palace, a young man in purple robes sat high upon a star throne. His face was handsome, with sharp features and an innate arrogance between his brows, as if nothing in the world mattered to him; a faint aura of kingly purple flowed around him, his aura extremely noble, as if he were born to be superior to all living beings, and every word and action carried an unquestionable majesty.
The armrests of the throne were carved with the trajectory of the galaxy's movement. He lightly rested his fingertips on them, casually turning an amethyst ring. When his gaze swept down, it carried an indifferent air of looking down upon all living beings.
Not far from his feet, a man knelt on the ground, a single blood-red horn on his head, clad in blood-patterned immortal armor. It was none other than the once arrogant Ancestor Youyun of the Moying Abyss. But now, where was the slightest trace of the haughty ancestor of the Youmo Clan? His back was hunched like a bow, his head bowed to the ground, even his breathing was cautious, he was completely like a humble servant. The former aura of a seventh-grade Golden Immortal had been completely suppressed, leaving only a deep-seated awe and fear.
"Your Highness, that brat Hongmeng has gone too far..." Old Ancestor Youyun's voice was hoarse and dry, trembling with suppressed anger. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, filled with humiliation and resentment. He kowtowed violently, his forehead slamming heavily against the amethyst ground with a dull thud. "Not only did he suppress seven Golden Immortals in my clan, but he also showed no respect for Your Highness. This enmity is irreconcilable! I know my strength is insufficient, and I beg Your Highness to take action, to avenge me, to wipe out that Hongmeng Immortal Realm, and to capture and kill that arrogant scoundrel. I am willing to offer up the entire foundation of the Youmo Clan and serve Your Highness for eternity, with no disloyalty whatsoever!"
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