RPAGF Chapter 1150 Opening the Immortal Realm
Chapter 1150 Opening the Immortal Realm
Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat, Fiery Phoenix Immortal Palace.
A faint, primordial aura flowed across the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus, as crystal clear as morning dew, carrying a refreshing sweetness that rose and fell gently with Su Mo's breath, as if merging with his own. Before him, shimmering light danced in the void, and a long river of time, flowing through the entire Immortal Palace, flowed slowly, shimmering with an ancient, deep blue, like a frozen sea of stars, reflecting countless phantoms of star birth and death—the tragic grandeur of the Immortal Realm's collapse, the dazzling brilliance of a Golden Immortal's ascension to the Dao, each scene concealing the secrets of time.
"Om..."
As Su Mo's thoughts stirred, the entire River of Time suddenly accelerated. The illusory images in the water began to blur and overlap, and the flow rate skyrocketed from ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times to ten thousand times... finally settling at a billion times. The river surged like a roaring dragon, stirring up thousands of waves and turning countless fragments of time into chaos. Everything in the hall seemed to have been fast-forwarded, except for Su Mo, who sat calmly on the lotus, his expression as serene as an unchanging ancient rock.
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Three days later.
With a muffled thud, the river of time that ran through the Immortal Palace suddenly shattered, breaking into countless brilliant fragments of light that scattered throughout the palace. Each fragment carried a tattered piece of time—perhaps the blood splattered in a celestial battle, perhaps the last rays of light before the annihilation of an immortal city, or perhaps the resentful gaze of a Golden Immortal on their deathbed. In an instant, these fragments were swallowed and annihilated by the dense primordial energy within the palace, leaving not a trace, as if they had never existed.
The time within the hall, which had been accelerated a billion times by the river of time, now subsided as quickly as the tide receded. The wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner resumed their leisurely trajectory, curling and ascending in delicate strands; the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus also slowed their pace, each petal exuding a languid elegance; finally, they perfectly synchronized with the flow of time outside, returning to peace, as if the previous temporal surge had been nothing more than a dream.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, the purple-gold light in them not yet faded, but already tinged with solemnity. He raised his hand and stroked the void before him, his fingertips still tingling with the faint sensation of shattered time where they touched, and whispered like the wind tinkling jade chimes: "The waters of this ancient immortal realm seem to be far deeper than I imagined..."
A difference of just one realm is like heaven and earth, two completely different worlds.
The understanding of the Ancient Immortal Realm by Ancestor Mingpan, a second-tier Quasi-Immortal King, is far beyond that of Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals like Ancestor Zixu. There are some things that one simply cannot know without reaching a certain level of cultivation or having a background strong enough to access the core, just like a frog at the bottom of a well that cannot see the scenery above the nine heavens.
I had assumed that the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was a powerful force within the entire Ancient Immortal Realm, but in reality, looking across the vast Ancient Immortal Realm, it was at most a minor second-rate power, and even then, a rather ordinary one. The vast Ancient Immortal Realm was divided into Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Within each Heaven and each Land, numerous Immortal Kingdoms resided, ranging from several hundred to several thousand. The Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was one of the many Immortal Kingdoms within the Northern Spirit Immortal Land, one of the Ten Lands.
Among them, Heaven is above and Earth is below. The foundation and strength of the Nine Heavens far surpass those of the Ten Earths. Even the weakest of the Nine Heavens has an overall power that is still greater than the sum of the Ten Great Immortal Lands, and is unfathomable.
"I thought that with my current comprehensive strength, which is comparable to a sixth-order quasi-immortal king, I would be considered first-rate, if not top-tier, in the entire ancient immortal world. But now it seems that I was just sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
Su Mo shook his head and gave a bitter smile. The slight smugness that had quietly grown in his heart due to his continuous breakthroughs in cultivation was now extinguished as if doused with ice water, disappearing without a trace. With his limited strength, let alone reaching the lofty Ninth Heaven, even among the Ten Great Immortal Lands, whether he could squeeze into the ranks of the top million was a big question mark.
Low profile!
Only by following the right path can one achieve eternity!
Su Mo's eyes regained their clarity, like the moon reflected in a cold pool, pure and resolute. He tapped the lotus petal heavily with his fingertip, causing it to tremble slightly and ripple with a warning.
He was also planning to create several more "quasi-immortal king inheritances" after suppressing several quasi-immortal kings, and then reap the benefits from them in multiple ways.
In retrospect, it was still somewhat inappropriate.
The inheritance of a Quasi-Immortal King is nothing special in powerful immortal kingdoms with multiple Immortal Kings, but in an ordinary immortal kingdom like their Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom, it is not so easy to encounter.
The successive emergence of quasi-immortal kings will inevitably attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.
If the Immortal King Yuan Jin is drawn out, the consequences will be unimaginable.
In any case, immortal golden immortals have endless lifespans and have no shortage of time, so why rush things?
Even this "inheritance of the ancestor of all things" cannot be fished out indefinitely; one must know when to stop, lest things get complicated.
It's easier to fish in muddy waters. The waters of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom are still too clear; they need to settle down a bit more.
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Chaos knows no years; billions of years have passed quietly during the voyage of the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship, like a drop of ink merging into the vast galaxy.
On this day, the chaotic currents in front of the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship became much more violent, and a visible barrier of the abyss stretched across the void—it was deep in ink, with fine spatial patterns flowing across its surface, like a solidified chaotic film, isolating the auras of Mo Yang Abyss and Mo Ying Abyss. The fire phoenix sculpture at the bow of the immortal ship let out a clear cry, and golden flames surged around it, like a red-hot blade, crashing straight into the barrier of the abyss.
"boom......"
After a soft sound, the barrier cracked, and a fissure just large enough to accommodate the immortal ship slowly unfolded, revealing the deep, dark Ink Shadow Abyss within. The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship transformed into a streak of light and pierced through the fissure, while the barrier behind it slowly healed, as if it had never been touched.
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After tea time.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
The chaotic energy flow in Mo Yingyuan was no longer dark gray, but instead presented a deep ink color, with tiny silver specks of light shimmering in its flow, like stardust in the night sky.
"We've finally arrived at Moyingyuan."
Su Mo stood on the deck of the immortal ship, his green robe fluttering slightly in the dark, chaotic air. He raised his hand to disperse the golden flames at the bow of the ship, his gaze sweeping around him, his eyes gleaming with purple-gold light as he took in the surrounding scenery.
"Next, we need to find a suitable place to establish the Immortal Realm."
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Thirty million years later.
The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat, like a still piece of crimson amber, quietly rested in an inconspicuous chaotic void. The protective shield on the hull concealed its brilliance, merging into the surrounding chaos.
Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus trembled slightly, and the last wisp of primordial energy was absorbed into Su Mo's body. He slowly opened his eyes, the purple-gold light in them becoming increasingly restrained. His gaze pierced through the walls of the Immortal Palace and landed on the vast chaotic void outside. He said softly, "Let's establish an Immortal Realm here."
There were no powerful auras of Golden Immortals nearby, and even rarer immortal resources were extremely scarce. Only ordinary chaotic energy flowed slowly. For him, this was the perfect place for a rogue Golden Immortal with no background to hide in seclusion—low-key and safe enough.
The next second...
Su Mo slowly rose, his robe sleeves fluttering as he stepped out of the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, standing steadily in the void. His green robes fluttered in the dark air currents, and a slight movement of his aura caused a pressure belonging to a first-stage Golden Immortal to slowly rise. This pressure carried a deliberately displayed "instability," as if he had just broken through and his foundation was not yet fully stable.
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"Hmm? This power... is it an Immortal Golden Immortal opening up a Celestial Realm, or a newly promoted Golden Immortal? Let's go take a look. Maybe I can get another Golden Immortal puppet."
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