RPAGF Chapter 1152 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey
Chapter 1152 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey
"Boom..."
A deafening roar erupted, and the newly created Primordial Immortal Realm trembled violently, as if a colossal beast that had been dormant underground for billions of years had suddenly awakened, ready to overturn this newborn world.
The faint light barrier on the Immortal Realm barrier instantly twisted and deformed, like glass being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer. Cracks appeared on its surface, and broken primordial rules flowed through the cracks, emitting a mournful "creaking" sound, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.
Within the realm, countless continents trembled and crumbled, vast forests collapsed in swathes, and the thunderous roar of breaking giant trees echoed everywhere; towering mountains snapped in half, and rubble cascaded down like waterfalls; endless plains split open into bottomless ravines, from which primordial chaos breathed forth. Those newly born beings—whether the human ancestors laughing around campfires, the scaled aliens wielding stone axes to cultivate the land, or the winged children gliding low in the air with their tender wings—were all annihilated before they could even utter a scream, vanishing like dust scattered by a raging wind, leaving not even a fragment of their soul behind.
The once vibrant immortal realm was instantly transformed into a living hell, with only broken walls and ruins groaning in continuous tremors, telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of destruction.
Immediately afterward, the chaotic void above the Primordial Immortal Realm suddenly darkened, as if an invisible hand had obscured all light. A massive, sky-covering skeletal hand descended from the heavens, its palm stretching for countless eons, its finger bones like towering pillars, its knuckles stained with dark green corpse spots, each line entwined with the laws of death. The entire hand seemed to encompass the entire Primordial Immortal Realm; wherever it passed, the chaotic energy was frozen into gray ice crystals, which then shattered inch by inch, turning into nothingness.
A terrifying deathly mist swirled around the bone hand like a tidal wave, within which churned the howls of countless vengeful spirits, each with a ferocious expression and a soul-consuming, bone-corroding resentment, rushing towards the Immortal Realm's barrier. In the blink of an eye, the cracks on the Immortal Realm's barrier expanded at a visible speed, the light screen hissing as it was eroded by the mist, and the Primordial Chaos Rules rapidly dissolved before the rules of death, like a thin sheet of paper that could be torn apart at any moment.
"It was that old man Xuan Kui who made a move!"
A divine thought exploded in the darkness of the chaotic void, carrying a hint of surprise and a sense of watching a show.
"That old fellow Xuan Kui is still so impatient." Another divine thought fluctuation from an Immortal Golden Immortal came, carrying a hint of sarcasm. "Fine, let this old fellow probe this newcomer's background first, to see if he really has any ability or is just bluffing."
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Within the Primordial Immortal Realm.
Su Mo looked up at the colossal hand descending from the sky, his face still pale, his lips even tinged with a bluish-gray, as if he had not yet recovered even a fraction of the "exhaustion" from opening the Immortal Realm, his breathing trembling slightly. Yet, there was not a trace of panic in his eyes, only a calm indifference, like a still well, reflecting the skeletal hand carrying the aura of death.
He was merely pretending to be a newly promoted First-Rank Immortal Golden Immortal; he wasn't a real First-Rank Immortal.
Even if he didn't use his true cultivation, he could still find ways to deal with a mere second-grade Golden Immortal.
"Today, I'll kill a chicken to set an example, so that no Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to come and pry into my secluded cultivation."
With that, Su Mo suddenly waved his hand. In an instant, a dazzling golden light shot out from his sleeve, expanding rapidly in the air to transform into a nine-tiered golden pagoda, approximately ten thousand feet tall. The pagoda's body was layered upon layered, as if constructed from countless golden bricks. Each layer was inscribed with dense golden runes, which, as they flowed, emanated a majestic heavenly power, seemingly capable of purifying all evil in the world. Even the chaotic air currents were tinged with holy golden light, dispelling the gloom of death.
"Om..."
The Nine-Tiered Golden Pagoda hovered above Su Mo, radiating brilliant golden light. Wherever it passed, the deathly mist swirling around the bone hand melted away like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, hissing and dissipating into nothingness. The writhing vengeful spirits screamed in agony within the golden light, instantly purified and vanished without a trace. Even the sky-covering bone hand trembled violently under the golden light, the dark green corpse spots on its finger bones rapidly peeling off, the laws of death dissipating like a receding tide. The entire hand cracked and disintegrated at a visible speed—in less than a breath, it shattered completely into billions of bone dust, evaporated into nothingness by the golden light, leaving not even a trace of death behind.
"Next, it's my turn. Floating Golden Pagoda, suppress it for me!" Su Mo's voice carried an undeniable majesty, echoing in the Immortal Realm, piercing through the chaos, and clearly reaching every divine thought that was paying attention to this place.
Before the words were even finished, the Nine-Layered Golden Pagoda suddenly transformed into a streak of golden light that stretched across the void. The runes on its body surged, radiating a terrifying pressure capable of crushing a perfect second-grade Golden Immortal. Like a golden meteor, it followed the direction from the bone hand, forcefully suppressing the hidden figure deep within the chaos. Where the golden light passed, the chaotic energy was torn in two, leaving a dazzling trail that, with unstoppable momentum, headed straight for the hiding place of Ancestor Xuan Kui.
"Not good, this golden pagoda... is a fourth-grade immortal artifact..." In the dark void of chaos, the Xuan Kui Ancestor, who was preparing to take advantage of Su Mo's "weakness" to capture him, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief and horror. A fourth-grade immortal artifact is extremely rare, even among third-grade golden immortals. How could he, a newcomer who had just attained immortality and had not even lived for a hundred chaotic eras, possess such a treasure?
However, the next second, Ancestor Xuan Kui disregarded his shock. His remaining rationality was replaced by extreme fear, leaving only one thought—to flee this place as quickly as possible! Even the lowest-grade fourth-rank immortal artifact, if it fell into the hands of a first-rank golden immortal, could unleash combat power comparable to a third-rank golden immortal. Such power was far beyond what he, a second-rank golden immortal, could withstand. Staying would only lead to certain death.
"escape!"
Ancestor Xuan Kui roared, and the withered bones around him erupted with a dazzling eerie green light. Billions of bone dust instantly reformed, transforming into a stream of bone-colored light that tore through the chaos in an attempt to escape. He pushed the Great Dao of Bones to its limit, and even a phantom of a white bone purgatory appeared behind him, trying to use the power of the Great Dao to accelerate. However, the golden stream of light followed him like a shadow, its speed several times faster than his. In the blink of an eye, it closed the distance, like a maggot clinging to a bone, impossible to shake off.
In the span of three breaths, the Golden Pagoda appeared ten thousand feet above his head, its golden light surging forth, dyeing the entire chaos golden. Thousands of golden chains hung from its base, locking the surrounding space like a cage. Then, the golden pagoda crashed down with the force to shatter eternity, compressing the void with a thunderous roar. Even time itself was distorted by this power, appearing sluggish and heavy.
"No—break it for me!"
Ancestor Xuan Kui let out a desperate wail, turned around abruptly, crossed his arms to protect his head, and layers of bone armor piled up around his body. Countless white bone runes surged out like a tide, condensing into a bone shield engraved with death patterns.
Not only that, he also spat out a mouthful of his primordial essence blood, burning his immortal origin to forcibly enhance his own power.
However, all of this was just his last desperate struggle.
"Crack!"
The moment the golden pagoda collided with the bone shield, the shield shattered like paper, and countless white bone runes vanished in the golden light. The golden pagoda, unstoppable, crushed all of Xuan Kui Ancestor's defenses, slamming heavily onto him. A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman in its agony, rang out, and Xuan Kui Ancestor's skeletal body instantly crumbled, dark green immortal blood mixed with bone fragments splattering everywhere. His remaining half-body was pinned beneath the golden pagoda.
The next second...
Thousands of golden runes surged from the bottom of the tower, wrapping around the remaining body of Ancestor Xuan Kui like vines. As the runes flickered, they continuously eroded the Dao of Death within his body.
Ancestor Xuan Kui struggled frantically, his remaining bone claws futilely scratching at the golden pagoda's body, leaving only shallow white marks on the hard pagoda walls. Before those marks could even take shape, they were repaired by the golden light, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities.
"No...save me...please save me..."
He roared weakly, sending his divine sense towards the hidden figures deep within the chaos. His tone was filled with pleading and fear, all traces of his previous arrogance and domineering nature gone, replaced by the pathetic state of a stray dog.
In the distant chaos, the pupils of those immortal golden immortals hidden in the shadows shrank drastically, their divine senses fluctuating violently in the void, filled with disbelief and horror—
"A fourth-grade immortal artifact, and a fine one at that."
"No wonder this newcomer dares to be so reckless, daring to open up a celestial realm without setting up an immortal array. He is so confident in his abilities."
"I wonder where this fourth-grade immortal artifact came from? Was it a gift from an elder, or was it acquired by luck? The former is fine, but if it's the latter..."