RPAGF Chapter 1157 If you like kneeling, then kneel.
Chapter 1157 If you like kneeling, then kneel.
Tianchen Golden Immortal bowed deeply towards the direction of Hongmeng Immortal Palace. The wrinkles on his star robe piled up with the movement, revealing the scabbed wounds beneath. His voice was filled with barely concealed urgency and pleading, even tinged with a hint of sobbing. Every word seemed to be squeezed from his throat, hoarse with the sound of impending death: "Fellow Daoist Hongmeng... my clan really can't hold on any longer... if we drag this out any longer, our entire clan will be wiped out!"
The Tianyun clan is at a critical juncture of life and death. Four of their nine-layered defenses have already been breached, and even their ancestor is tied down and unable to escape. Without external assistance, it is only a matter of time before the Tianyun Immortal Clan is breached by all their defenses and even wiped out.
Currently, within this Ink Shadow Abyss, the only one capable of reversing the battle situation single-handedly is this Hongmeng Immortal Lord, whose background is unfathomable and who, despite possessing only the cultivation of a First-Rank Golden Immortal, is protected by a Sixth-Rank Immortal Artifact.
"The Tianyun clan is truly persistent."
Inside the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, Su Mo set down his jade cup, the bottom of which struck the sandalwood table with a clear, melodious sound that rippled through the silent hall, stirring a wisp of dust on the table. He frowned slightly, his fingertip lightly tapping on the travelogue scroll on the table—this was the fifth time the Tianyun Immortal Clan had come to seek help, though the previous four times it had been other Immortal Golden Immortals who had come.
"Go back." Su Mo's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable indifference. Like ice beads falling on a jade plate, it clearly entered the ears of the Heavenly Immortal, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "I have no interest in getting involved in the feud between your two races."
The Tianyun Immortal Clan was not related to him, and he had no obligation to waste his energy helping them through a life-or-death calamity. As for the "half of their fortune" that Tianchen mentioned, he didn't care about it at all—a mere sixth-grade immortal power, even if it used all its strength, its assets would only be equivalent to two or three seventh-grade immortal items, which was a drop in the ocean for him now, and not worth mentioning.
"Fellow Daoist Hongmeng!" Golden Immortal Tianchen suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot and whites covered like a spider web. He couldn't even maintain a respectful posture anymore. His voice suddenly rose, filled with a desperate determination, "As long as you are willing to lend a helping hand, my clan is willing to offer up all its treasures!"
"Please, fellow Daoist, have mercy and save my clan!"
As he spoke, the Heavenly Immortal bowed again, this time almost to ninety degrees. The hem of his star robe swept across the chaotic airflow outside the crystal wall, bringing up fine stardust that drew a desperate arc in the air before being swallowed by the chaos and disappearing without a trace.
"Go back. Don't waste any more time here." Su Mo's voice grew increasingly indifferent, like the solid ice of winter. "There's no way I can help you."
Even if you gave him a hundred or a thousand times his entire fortune, it wouldn't tempt him in the slightest.
"Fellow Daoist Hongmeng..." Tianchen Golden Immortal's body swayed, and he almost lost his balance and fell from the void. He looked at the faint light screen of the Hongmeng Realm, his voice filled with despair and a mournful cry of blood, "Is my clan really going to be destroyed by those wicked creatures?"
"No...no, no matter what, I must ask the Hongmeng Immortal Lord for help!" Tianchen Golden Immortal's gaze hardened once more, his teeth grinding together as if he had made a momentous decision. He solemnly declared, "If you, fellow Daoist, help my clan overcome this calamity, my clan will serve you as our master, obeying your commands for eternity, without a single disloyal thought! All resources and all members of our clan will be at your disposal!"
"unnecessary!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Mo resolutely refused, and even wanted to acknowledge him as her master and serve him for all eternity. What a pipe dream!
Even those eighth- and ninth-rank Golden Immortals who wanted to surrender to him and become his slaves were ruthlessly suppressed by him, let alone the Tianyun Immortal Clan, a sixth-rank Golden Immortal force.
"How...how could this be?"
Tianchen Golden Immortal was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. Although he had considered that the Hongmeng Immortal Lord would refuse, he never expected that the refusal would be so decisive, leaving no room for negotiation. Their Tianyun Clan was, after all, a sixth-grade immortal power with nearly a hundred immortals within its ranks, and two sixth-grade Golden Immortals presiding over it. Such strength would even tempt a ninth-grade Golden Immortal.
How could a first-rank Golden Immortal like him dare to refuse them so decisively?
Soon, the shock in Tianchen Jinxian's eyes was replaced by a deep melancholy, as if shrouded in an inescapable gloom.
"What should we do? What should we do?"
This was already the biggest bargaining chip he had offered, and even that was not enough to win over the Hongmeng Immortal Lord. He really didn't know what else could possibly move the Hongmeng Immortal Lord.
"Now, all we can do is..."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Tianchen Jinxian's eyes, and his facial muscles twitched a few times, but it was quickly replaced by resolute determination. Compared to the inheritance of his clan, what did a mere bit of personal dignity matter?
The next second...
"boom!"
Tianchen Jinxian bent his knees and knelt heavily in the chaotic void outside the Hongmeng Realm. His knees collided with the hard void, producing a dull thud. He bowed his head and lay prostrate on the ground, his star robe covered with chaotic dust, showing no sign that he would never get up until Su Mo nodded.
"If you like kneeling, then kneel!"
Su Mo sneered and looked at the Heavenly Immortal outside the boundary, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust.
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Spring comes and autumn goes, and time flows quietly in the chaos, and three million years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Tianchen Golden Immortal remained kneeling before the Primordial Realm, his complexion pale and ashen, clearly showing the depletion of his vital essence due to the long-term erosion of chaos, as if he were recovering from a serious illness. His star robes, worn down by years of chaotic energy, had long since become tattered rags, revealing his withered skin. Only his eyes retained a faint light, like a candle flickering in the wind, fixedly staring towards the Primordial Immortal Realm, never wavering for a moment. Su Mo, however, showed no intention of paying him any attention.
Does kneeling down mean he'll lend a hand?
Are you kidding me? Do you really think I, Su, have nothing better to do all day long?
Within the Shadow Abyss, countless clans face the threat of annihilation. If they truly kneel before him, he will intervene, and from then on, he can simply wait to save them every day without having to do anything else.
Besides, which of these immortal immortal clans is truly benevolent? The small clans that were wiped out by the Tianyun clan numbered at least eight million, if not tens of millions. Now they are facing the danger of extinction, which is just the cycle of cause and effect. They can only blame their own lack of strength and have no one else to blame.
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In the middle of Moying Abyss lies the Tianyun Immortal Realm.
This once renowned immortal realm within the Ink Shadow Abyss is now a shadow of its former glory. Outside the realm, the nine-layered defensive line, shimmering with starlight, has utterly collapsed. Fragments of the remaining defensive light barrier scatter like meteors in the chaos, swallowed by the dark currents. Even the "Zhou Tian Xing Luo Grand Array," which enveloped the entire Tianyun Immortal Realm, is incomplete—the dark golden protective barrier is covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks, from which flows a murky death aura. Each tremor seems to emit a dying groan, as if it will shatter completely at any moment, exposing everything within to the enemy's claws.
Deep within the Tianyun Immortal Realm, the Tianyun Immortal Palace was deathly silent; even the sound of breathing seemed exceptionally jarring, echoing clearly throughout the palace.
The star charts carved on the beams and pillars of this palace, made of star-like gold, have long since faded and lost their former brilliance; half of the star lamps hanging from the ceiling have gone out, and the few that remain flicker erratically, casting an inconspicuous light on the faces of the people inside, adding to the desolate atmosphere.
The venerable Tianyun, clad in a purple-gold Daoist robe, sat on the throne at the very top. His once deep, star-like eyes were now bloodshot, his eye sockets sunken, and his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. A trace of golden blood lingered at the corner of his mouth. The chaotic energy surrounding him no longer flowed as freely as before; instead, it was stagnant and heavy. Even the star map embroidered on his robe had lost its luster, as if all life had been drained from it.
Below, a group of immortal golden immortals from the Tianyun Immortal Clan sat or stood, all bearing injuries. Some had severed arms, their immortal blood staining half their robes; others were weak and blood was constantly spilling from the corners of their mouths, clearly indicating severe damage to their essence.
A deep sorrow lingered between their brows, and their bowed heads could not conceal the despair that seeped into their very bones. Occasionally, someone would look up at the ancestor on the throne, but their eyes would only be filled with blankness. The entire celestial palace was filled with a terrifying oppression, as if even the air itself had been frozen, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
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