sjar Chapter 985 Breakthrough to the Perfect Rank 3 True Immortal
Chapter 985 Breakthrough to the Perfect Rank 3 True Immortal
[You will continue cultivating the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Scripture. After 3000 cosmic eras, you will reach the third level of the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Scripture.]
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"Boom..."
The mysterious light that had always been hazy deep within Su Mo's sea of consciousness suddenly trembled violently. Within the halo, countless illusory figures of immortals and gods seemed to appear and disappear in succession. The chanting of scriptures was like the sacred sounds of the Great Dao, and the battle roars were like ancient thunder, intertwining into a booming sound like the beginning of chaos, shaking the entire sea of consciousness to a hum.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying energy that made even a fourth-grade True Immortal feel a chill down his spine surged forth from the deepest part of Su Mo's Natal Universe Sea, like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years suddenly erupting!
This energy, carrying the primordial immortal spirit from the very beginning of the immortal realm, surged along the meridians, causing the flesh and bones along its path to emit a subtle hum, as if billions of universes were resonating simultaneously.
The moment the energy surged into the trillions of cells in Su Mo's body, those normally stable cellular seas expanded wildly like inflated balloons. Intricate golden patterns appeared on the cell walls, and every inch of muscle grew exponentially. The immortal power contained within surged like a tsunami, almost breaking through the shackles of his physical body. Even the spacetime laws condensed in the quiet room were torn apart by this expansion force, producing a soft "crackling" sound.
"Om..."
A terrifying aura, enough to make even a third-grade True Immortal tremble, surged from Su Mo's body, shooting straight into the sky like a giant tree bursting from the ground. The air trembled violently under the pressure of this aura, and the immortal crystals condensed on the cold jade floor tiles shattered inch by inch, turning into countless shimmering points of light; the flow of time in the quiet room became momentarily disordered, sometimes rushing by like a fast-forwarded scroll, and sometimes frozen in solidified amber.
Almost simultaneously, at the same moment their auras surged, the four illusory spirits in the four corners of the quiet room opened their eyes. The Azure Dragon's phantom scales shone, reflecting countless dragon patterns; the White Tiger's phantom fangs gleamed coldly, exhaling the aura of Geng metal; the Vermilion Bird's phantom spread its wings in flames, burning away the dust of the void; the Black Tortoise's phantom, its tortoise shell supporting the heavens, carried the heavy earth. All four radiated immortal light, simultaneously forming hand seals, their voices shaking the universe: "Four Symbols Sealing Heaven Formation, activate!"
Four streams of light shot into the sky, intertwining to form a massive array covering the entire area above the meditation room. Within the array, the rules of true immortals revolved like a galaxy, with the illusory images of the Twenty-Eight Mansions swirling around, radiating an aura that suppressed heaven and earth. The terrifying aura that was about to break through the meditation room crashed into the array, producing a deafening clang, as if it had struck an invisible wall of bronze and iron, and was firmly suppressed within the array, unable to leak out even a trace, only able to tumble futilely beneath the array.
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An hour later.
Su Mo's cellular sea of cosmic energy had expanded to its limit. If every cell of his flesh and blood were to fuse together, its size would probably not be much smaller than the cosmic sea from which he was born. It faintly exuded a warm, lustrous sheen like glass, and every move he made carried the weight of crushing the cosmic sea.
At this moment, the aura that made even a third-grade True Immortal tremble reached its peak, like a peerless immortal sword about to be unsheathed, its sharpness restrained yet unable to conceal its formidable power—his physical cultivation had already firmly reached the early stage of a third-grade True Immortal, his muscles, bones, skin, and flesh had been tempered by that mysterious immortal spiritual energy to be as indestructible as a third-grade True Immortal artifact.
at this time......
That vast and mighty power flowing through his limbs and bones, which even made a fourth-grade True Immortal tremble, suddenly seemed to receive some mysterious summons. Like a tide, it flowed back along his meridians, rushing all the way back to the depths of his natal sea of time, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed. Only a faint immortal spiritual aftertaste remained in his meridians, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood.
Immediately afterwards, Su Mo's surging aura rapidly receded at a visible speed, like the receding tide, all its sharpness disappearing. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his previous unassuming appearance, his aura as peaceful as an ancient well and as deep as the starry sky, completely entering a state of returning to simplicity. If one did not look closely, he would be no different from an ordinary cultivator.
The next second...
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting, chaotic light flashing within them, a faint smile playing on his lips. With a flick of his fingertip, a barely perceptible wisp of immortal power flowed through his palm, carrying the unique weight of a third-grade True Immortal's body. It landed in the air, stirring up fine ripples of energy that spread through layers of immortal mist.
"A physical body at the third rank of True Immortal, plus the cultivation of a perfect second rank True Immortal..." Su Mo muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "The combat power that I can unleash is not much inferior to that of a late-stage third rank True Immortal."
With a wave of his hand, the primordial immortal energy surrounding him dispersed like birds returning to their nests, merging back into the mist of the quiet room, completely calming the previously violent aura.
"Next, it's time to break through in cultivation level."
"Fortunately, I plundered the Myriad Treasures Hall, so I don't lack this breakthrough energy. Otherwise, I would have had to spend a lot of time finding a suitable place to break through."
"Begin infusing the Primordial Mysterious Female True Immortal Scripture!"
[You continued cultivating the Primordial Mysterious Female True Immortal Scripture. After 8000 cosmic eras, you successfully broke through to the Perfected Realm of the Third Grade True Immortal.]
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In an instant, countless insights into the Great Dao of True Immortals surged into Su Mo's sea of consciousness like a flood bursting its banks—there were the trajectories of the birth and death of the universe, the mysteries of the interwoven rules of True Immortals, and the ultimate methods of operating the power of immortal spirits... Su Mo's natal soul quickly sank into this sea of insights, his consciousness enveloped by endless Daoist rhymes, frantically absorbing every bit of insight like a sponge.
His cultivation level soared like a rocket, and his aura rose at an alarming speed: the barrier of the early stage of the third-grade True Immortal shattered like paper, followed by the middle and late stages...
Almost simultaneously, within his natal sea of time, the mountain of rare and precious materials began to tremble rapidly. Those first-grade True Immortal level spiritual materials plundered from the Myriad Treasures Hall—Azure Nether Profound Ice Marrow, Great Dao Star Sand, Chaos Purple Gold Lotus…—under the pull of an invisible force, shattered together, transforming into streams of pure immortal spiritual power visible to the naked eye. Like the Milky Way, they flowed continuously into Su Mo's natal sea of time, becoming the resources for his breakthrough.
His natal cosmic sea, now more than ten times larger than the cosmic sea where he was born, was being rapidly expanded in all directions as if infused with a violent life force. The void currents at the edge of the cosmic sea were constantly pushed aside, evolving into new universes.
However, the cosmic heart located at the center of the Cosmic Sea presents a different picture. Instead of expanding along with the Cosmic Sea, it is shrinking rapidly at a visible speed, as if it is being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, being frantically squeezed and tempered.
Originally heart-shaped, the Cosmic Heart, under the influence of this force, had its surface constantly shedding impurities, emitting a hazy mist. As the compression intensified, the heart-shaped outline gradually blurred, and the edges began to curve upwards and stretch, showing faint signs of transforming into a lotus shape.
Around the quiet room, the four illusory spirit bodies, still transformed into the four sacred beasts, firmly suppressed Su Mo's ever-increasing aura, preventing him from revealing even the slightest bit, ensuring that this earth-shattering breakthrough would not be noticed by the outside world.
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Another hour passed.
After devouring tens of thousands of first-grade True Immortal level natural treasures in his hands, and nearly half of the thousands of second-grade True Immortal level natural treasures, Su Mo's cultivation finally stabilized at the peak of the third-grade True Immortal realm.
Immediately afterwards, the vast amount of True Immortal Dao insights within Su Mo's sea of consciousness receded rapidly like the ebb tide. At the same time, the terrifying pressure that had once made even a fourth-grade True Immortal tremble also weakened quickly, receding like a flood and finally falling silent, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance of Daoist rhyme in the air of the quiet room.
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A few breaths later, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes. The previous chaotic light in his eyes was gone, replaced by clarity and depth. He gently exhaled, a peaceful breath escaping from his lips and falling into the ethereal mist of the quiet room, stirring up delicate ripples that lingered for a long time.
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a wisp of immortal power at the peak of a third-grade True Immortal flowed in his palm, unassuming yet possessing a harmonious and auspicious quality, as if it could freely manifest countless techniques. He looked down at his hands, feeling the surging yet controlled power within his body, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"With the perfected third-grade True Immortal cultivation and the physical body of the early third-grade True Immortal, my combat power should be no less than that of an early fourth-grade True Immortal. With the addition of 1500 spiritual illusory bodies, I should be able to fight against a sixth-grade True Immortal."
"Should we march on Obsidian Continent right now?"
A flicker of eagerness flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and the immortal power at his fingertips rippled slightly, reflecting a phantom image of the Obsidian Continent. However, he quickly shook his head, suppressing the impulse in his heart.
The Obsidian Clan possesses considerable strength. Even though he suppressed five First-Rank True Immortals, the other Second-Rank, Third-Rank, and Fourth-Rank True Immortals were also severely injured by the self-destruction of his three Spiritual Illusions. However, as long as the Fifth-Rank True Immortal, Hei Xuan, is not greatly damaged, the Obsidian Clan's power will not be significantly weakened. Coupled with their advantageous location, it is not impossible for them to fight against a Sixth-Rank True Immortal.
If we attack now, the outcome is uncertain. Even if we win, we will suffer heavy losses on both sides, making it a losing proposition.
Anyway, with the illusory spirit watching over the Obsidian Continent, there's no need to worry about them running away beforehand.
It's not too late to fight them after I've digested all the resources at hand and raised my cultivation to its peak.
Soon, Su Mo closed his eyes again, and his sea of consciousness sank into a clear emptiness. Within his natal sea of consciousness, a Primordial Marrow Refining Flower, its entire body shimmering with a pale purple light, slowly rose. Its petals were layered upon layered, each containing life essence that would make even a second-grade True Immortal envious.
As Su Mo thought for a moment, the Primordial Marrow Refining Flower suddenly exploded in front of the Heart of the Universe, transforming into a viscous, mercury-like pure immortal spiritual power. With a refreshing fragrance, it cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly merging into the billions of cells in his body's cosmic sea.
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Time flies, and ten chaotic eras have passed.
Obsidian Continent, Black Mysterious Heaven.
Hei Xuan Zhenxian sat atop a nine-tiered black lotus, his fingers gently tapping the lotus petals. His movements were slow, yet they carried a rhythm that pierced the heart. The soft "tap, tap, tap" echoed throughout the empty Hei Xuan Heavenly Palace, striking the pillars and reflecting off the petals with delicate echoes, like the drumbeats of death.
"It's been eleven chaotic eras, and that villain hasn't made any further moves. Is this the calm before the storm, or has he given up because he saw there was no opportunity to take advantage of it?"
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