sjar Chapter 1088 Immortals Gather
Chapter 1088 Immortals Gather
A calculating smile curved Su Mo's lips, a sly glint in his eyes, as if he already had a complete plan. The upcoming opening of the sixth-grade Golden Immortal's tomb would undoubtedly be a chaotic mix of all sorts of people; the more disguise he wore, the more room he had to maneuver, and the safer he would be.
Although, according to past practice, fourth- and fifth-rank Immortal Golden Immortals would have long looked down on those remaining trinkets in the Immortal Tomb, there are no absolutes in the chaos, and who knows if an accident might happen? Perhaps a high-ranking Golden Immortal suddenly has a whim, or perhaps the tomb contains secrets that even they have not yet discovered. These are all unknown.
While his current overall combat strength is comparable to that of a fifth-grade Golden Immortal, he is by no means among the top-tier fifth-grade Golden Immortals. If he were to encounter several fifth-grade Golden Immortals working together, even if he used all his trump cards, he would still be at risk of being surrounded and killed by them, not to mention those sixth-grade old monsters hiding in the shadows, controlling the winds and clouds of the Void Origin Star Abyss.
The next second...
Su Mo raised his hand and waved, sending a divine thought, thinner than a hair, into the core of the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat like a wisp of silk. The spirit of the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat immediately understood, its dragon head lowering slightly, completely concealing the last trace of its immortal aura. Even the warm luster of its dragon scales was suppressed into a dull bluish-gray, making it resemble a stubborn rock that had been floating in chaos for billions of years, inconspicuous and almost blending into the surrounding chaotic reefs.
Following the natural trajectory of the chaotic currents, it drifted slowly like a withered leaf, silently entering the gray sea of fog. Where the boat passed, it left only a trail fainter than a spider's web. Before the chaotic currents could subside, it was completely swallowed by the surging "death fog," as if no dragon boat had ever sailed by, leaving no trace and perfectly concealing its course.
Within the sea of mist, all was deathly silent. Only the occasional fragment of rules flashed by, leaving tiny golden streaks in the thick fog before vanishing swiftly, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky. The Azure Dragon Immortal Ship lay hidden within this desolation, its dragon eyes half-closed, like an ancient, slumbering statue, quietly awaiting the opening of the Immortal Tomb, blending seamlessly with its surroundings, where even the passage of time seemed to slow down.
"Now, everything depends on you fellow Daoists!"
Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace, Su Mo muttered to himself, lightly tapping the Yin-Yang Dao Platform with his fingertips, a resolute glint in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of tiny beams of immortal light shot out from his body, like a hundred shooting stars shattering the tranquility of the hall. These beams of light varied in color; some shimmered with pale gold, seemingly containing the power of stars, exuding vastness and majesty; some were wreathed in crimson, like leaping flames, carrying a fiery and domineering aura; others were hidden in a dim halo, radiating a mysterious aura, as if capable of devouring all light. However, they all had one thing in common: each aura was extremely obscure, like dust merging into chaos. Even a third-rank Immortal Golden Immortal would find it difficult to detect their existence without concentrating carefully and scanning every inch with their primordial divine sense.
The protective array of the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship was like a phantom to them, easily passed through without causing a ripple.
Soon, they merged into the Death Mist, like drops of water falling into the sea. In just a few breaths, hundreds of immortal rays completely disappeared into the vast sea of mist, and even the last trace of their breath was swallowed up by the Death Mist.
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Time flies, and an entire century has passed in the blink of an eye.
The chaotic void surrounding the Deathly Fog gradually became lively. Occasionally, various colored celestial lights descended from the sky, streaking through the darkness like meteors, appearing around the Immortal Tomb. Among these lights, some carried solitary figures, exuding an aloof aura; others came in groups, carrying either cautious or greedy auras, clearly belonging to a certain immortal realm or power. Some chose to land in the safe zone outside the Immortal Tomb, finding a relatively flat chaotic reef, quietly sitting cross-legged and waiting for the opening a thousand cosmic eras later, closing their eyes to conserve their strength; others, like Su Mo, released their divine sense to probe the edge of the fog sea and then plunged in without hesitation, hiding under the cover of the thick fog, clearly wanting to secure a favorable position in advance, hoping to seize the opportunity at the very moment the Immortal Tomb opened.
Without exception, each ray of immortal light contained at least one First-Rank Golden Immortal, the minimum requirement for entering the Immortal Tomb. Occasionally, a powerful aura would flash by, mixed with the pressure of Second-Rank and Third-Rank Golden Immortals. Though not ostentatious, it was as heavy as an abyss, carrying the killing intent honed by long experience of chaos. This was enough to make the surrounding First-Rank Golden Immortals retreat, not daring to approach easily, for fear of angering these veteran powerhouses and bringing about their own annihilation.
In just one epoch, Su Mo, through his illusory spiritual bodies scattered throughout the Misty Sea, had already detected the auras of over a hundred Immortal Golden Immortals. Among them were eight Third-Rank Golden Immortals, each with an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, their immortal power flowing subtly and profoundly around them. Clearly, they were all veteran powerhouses who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and at least possessed the cultivation of a mid-Third-Rank Golden Immortal. There were more than thirty Second-Rank Golden Immortals, whose auras, though not as unfathomable as those of the Third-Rank, each had their own unique characteristics, some displaying their sharpness, others remaining as restrained as unpolished jade. As for First-Rank Golden Immortals, their number had already exceeded a hundred, a mixed bag, including newly promoted immortals who had just attained immortality and seasoned veterans who had been stuck at the First-Rank for many years.
Adding to this the immortal who had been lurking here since before the dawn of time, the total number of immortal golden immortals gathered around the Immortal Tomb now exceeds two hundred. And those half-step immortals who followed the immortal golden immortals number in the tens of thousands, densely distributed on the outer edge of the sea of mist, like flying insects circling a lighthouse, their numbers almost obscuring the darkness of chaos.
It's true that half-step immortality is as common as dogs, while immortal golden immortals are everywhere.
Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace, Su Mo's fingertips traced the edge of the Yin-Yang Dao Platform, sensing the various auras emanating from his illusory spiritual body, his eyes gleaming with intense fervor. Over two hundred Immortal Golden Immortals—if he could capture them all in one fell swoop, the Immortal True Spirits within them alone would be enough to elevate his cultivation several levels higher—not to mention breaking through to the third rank of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body, even breaking through to the perfect third rank of the Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop wouldn't be impossible!
"No rush, the real show hasn't even started yet." Su Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. There was still one more epoch to go before the thousand cosmic epochs were over, and many immortal golden immortals were still on their way.
Making a move now is a bit premature. It's unlikely that all the "prey" will be caught in one fell swoop, and it might even alert the enemy, resulting in more harm than good.
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Soon, another epoch passed, and less than 100 million years remained until the end of a thousand cosmic epochs.
The number of Immortal Golden Immortals hidden around the Immortal Tomb, as far as Su Mo knew, exceeded four hundred. Including those he hadn't sensed, there were definitely more than five hundred Immortal Golden Immortals present, and the number of Third-Rank Golden Immortals was definitely less than thirty.
Beyond the Immortal Tomb, in a relatively secluded corner of the chaotic void, sat an ancient bronze chariot, its surface covered in rust. The chariot bore the marks of time, layers of green patina etched on its edges, as if weathered by countless eons, long since stripped of its former glory. Only a few fragmented runes inscribed on its body occasionally flashed with a faint golden light, testifying that it had once been a remarkable treasure with a glorious past.
The chariot was pulled by four dragon beasts at the ninth-grade True Immortal realm. Each dragon beast had wings, its scales were as black as ink, and its claws and teeth gleamed with a cold light. Although they were merely hovering silently, they exuded a chilling aura of ferocity. They lowered their heads, and from time to time, two white jets of air would spew from their nostrils, condensing briefly into ice crystals in the chaos. Clearly, they were exotic creatures from the Immortal Realm that had been tamed by the chariot's owner using secret methods.
A faint azure light enveloped the chariot, acting as an invisible barrier to isolate the surrounding raging chaotic energy, creating a relatively stable microcosm. On the chariot, sixteen half-step Golden Immortals, their auras refined, stood around the perimeter. Clad in uniform black armor, their hands on their weapons, their eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings, like the most loyal guards. Surrounding them, hundreds of Ninth-Rank True Immortals formed a square formation, their auras intertwined, surrounding a First-Rank Golden Immortal at the center of the chariot, creating a scene of stars surrounding the moon.
The First-Rank Golden Immortal, dressed in a brocade robe, had a youthful face but a hint of arrogance in his brows. He was meditating with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him. Clearly, he was of extraordinary birth and accustomed to such a spectacle. They floated quietly in the chaos, awaiting the moment when the Immortal Tomb would open.
Unnoticed by anyone, a tiny speck of light, even smaller than a speck of dust, drifted silently towards the chariot, following the trajectory of the chaotic airflow. It completely ignored the layer of azure light capable of withstanding the impact of a First-Rank Golden Immortal, easily piercing through a thin mist and landing inside the chariot. Finally, it floated lightly into the gap of the armor of the outermost Ninth-Rank True Immortal, concealing all its presence.
The next second...
The speck of light transformed into an almost imperceptible stream of light, silently merging into the body of this True Immortal, as if it had never existed. The stream of light entered the other's sea of consciousness, instantly imprisoning his soul and replacing it, the movement as swift as lightning, without causing the slightest disturbance.
On the chariot, no one, including the first-rank Golden Immortal, noticed the abnormality of the ninth-rank True Immortal; everything remained as normal.
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On the outer edge of the deathly fog, the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship lay silently dormant, its dragon head buried in the thick fog. Only occasionally, a faint, almost imperceptible blue light flashed in its eyes, like a cat's eyes in the dark, discerning the movements around it. Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace, the fragrance of chaotic driftwood intertwined with the flowing energy of the Yin-Yang Dao Platform. The silence was so profound that one could hear the subtle sounds of black and white energies merging on the platform, like silkworms spinning silk.
Su Mo, standing on the Yin-Yang Dao Platform, slowly opened his eyes. The primordial purple aura within them quietly dissipated, leaving only a deep, calm stillness, like a undisturbed ancient well. He didn't turn his head, yet his gaze seemed to pierce through the celestial vessel's barrier and the vast sea of mist, precisely landing in the direction of the ancient bronze chariot. After a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a meaningful smile, and he said softly, "Good, another fellow Daoist has succeeded."
With a gentle twirl of his fingertip on the platform, a pale blue halo rose from the surface, illuminating the figure of the ninth-rank True Immortal possessed by the Spirit Illusion Body—the other party maintained a vigilant stance, his aura indistinguishable from his companions, even mimicking the frequency of his gaze perfectly, clearly indicating that this "shell" had been completely taken over.
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In the blink of an eye, another 98 million years have passed.
"Boom..."
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, like the rumble of the primordial chaos. The long-calm death fog began to churn violently, surging like boiling water. The deathly energy contained within the fog surged wildly, forming visible black vortexes. Even the surrounding chaotic air currents were violently shaken, and countless chaotic rocks shattered and turned into dust in the tremors.
"Good! The one thousand cosmic eras have arrived, and the protective immortal array will soon be weakened!"
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