sjar Chapter 984 Perfection
Chapter 984 Perfection
Hei Xuanzhenxian stood amidst the ruins, his figure as upright as a solitary peak, seemingly unconcerned by the rustling of the surrounding rubble in the aftershocks of energy, or the falling pebbles onto his shoulders. His spine was ramrod straight, like an ancient sword cleaving through chaos, exuding an unyielding and chilling aura.
A murderous aura surged from his body, transforming into a tangible black current that shot straight into the sky through the hole in the roof of the palace. The churning current stained the clouds above Wanbao Peak with ink, and electric snakes crackled wildly within them, emitting a crackling sound, brewing world-destroying thunder. The entire mountain was shrouded in a suffocating silence.
In those deep eyes burned the flames of revenge, every inch of fire illuminating the ruins of the Wanbao Palace—the broken Xuanjin pillars still bore the scorch marks of the self-destruction, the shattered star crystal bricks reflected a pale light, and the frozen golden immortal blood gleamed coldly in the corners. All the carnage burned in his eyes, transforming into an even more intense hatred that almost burned through his pupils.
"That villain is so rampant! Only by crushing him to ashes can the blood feud of my clan be quelled!" The Black Spring Ancestor struggled to his feet, one hand pressed against the crumbling wall, golden blood splattering onto the cracks in the gray mist shield as he coughed. His voice was icy and chilling, carrying a desperate resolve. Though the gray mist around him had thinned, it was still enveloped in intense killing intent, each wisp like a poisoned ice needle.
Another fourth-rank True Immortal slowly rose, supported by a pillar in the hall. Immortal blood still seeped from the bloody hole in his chest. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot: "Our ancestor was right! Our Obsidian Clan has existed for over a thousand cosmic eras and has never suffered such a humiliation! Even if we have to search every inch of the Azure Spirit Sea, we will skin that traitor alive and make his soul suffer eternal torment in the Soul Refining Hell!"
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The other three True Immortals echoed their sentiments, some gritting their teeth, others their eyes blazing with fury. Their voices coalesced into a chilling torrent that reverberated through the dilapidated hall. Every word seemed to have been retrieved from an ancient ice cellar, carrying a chill capable of freezing the very soul; every trace of killing intent was like a drawn blade, weaving together an impenetrable net that seemed poised to envelop the entire Obsidian Continent, preventing even a sliver of sunlight from penetrating.
Although they were not as badly injured as the three from the Black Abyss, who nearly lost their souls, their injuries were equally severe. They would not be able to recover without several Chaos Eras of recuperation, especially the three Third-Rank True Immortals, who would need dozens or even hundreds of Chaos Eras of recuperation. Moreover, their potential had been weakened to some extent. This enmity was irreconcilable.
Moreover, that villain had also ruthlessly looted the Wanbao Palace, plundering most of their clan's True Immortal-level rare treasures. Without enough immortal medicine, their recovery time would be greatly delayed, and they might even suffer lifelong injuries that would affect their lifespan and vitality.
at this time......
A third-rank True Immortal, whose mouth was still oozing blood, suddenly froze. The crimson color instantly faded from his divine soul's aura, leaving it translucent. A flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, as if he had suddenly remembered something terrifying. A chill ran through his body, and even the surrounding air seemed to grow colder. He hesitated for a moment, enduring the excruciating pain of his trembling soul, and spoke with difficulty: "Ancestor, on the Obsidian Continent... is there still a True Immortal incarnation of that villain?"
As soon as the words fell, the entire Wanbao Hall fell into a deathly silence once again. Even the sound of rubble rolling down the ruins could be clearly heard, tapping heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
The resentment and killing intent on the faces of the fourth and third rank True Immortals, including the Black Spring Ancestor, instantly froze, replaced by a sense of unease, like being doused with ice water. Indeed, counting the already exposed Black Mist, Black Cloud, and Black Dew, plus Black Cloud and Black Flame who escaped the Obsidian Continent, and the True Immortal avatar that self-destructed at the beginning, that villain had silently sent a full six True Immortal avatars to infiltrate the Obsidian Continent! Who could guarantee that this was all? There might be a seventh or eighth lurking in the shadows, watching their wounds like venomous snakes.
Given their current state, they were already at their limit; how could they possibly withstand the second self-destruction of that villainous incarnation? Especially Hei Yuan and Hei Feng, who were concentrating in the corner to stabilize their souls, trembled upon hearing this, their divine souls rippling. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with barely concealed fear—if they were to experience that ordeal again, they would surely follow in the footsteps of their Uncle Blackhorn, suffering utter annihilation, and even their ancestor might not be able to save them.
The Black Profound Immortal's brows furrowed even more deeply, almost as if they were about to burst with fury. The surging black energy around him suddenly froze, as if gripped by an invisible hand. He had almost overlooked this detail. That mysterious immortal's methods were unpredictable and his plans meticulous; there was no way he would have left only these few backup plans.
A few breaths later, the Black Profound Immortal took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a calm and steady voice: "I will personally take action and thoroughly search the Obsidian Continent, leaving no stone unturned. I will uproot all the villain's incarnations and leave no hidden dangers behind!"
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the crowd with an undeniable air of authority: "During this period, all of you must return to Black Profound Heaven with me! Before your injuries have healed, no one is allowed to leave Black Profound Heaven even a step without permission, lest that villain find an opportunity to take advantage of you!"
At this moment, only his dojo is the safest. If that villain could really infiltrate his dojo silently, why would he need to go to such lengths and resort to such petty tricks? He could simply wipe out the Obsidian Clan directly.
"Yes, ancestor!"
The immortals responded in unison, their voices finally revealing a hint of relief.
"Walk."
Hei Xuanzhenxian let out a soft shout, his voice not loud, yet carrying the power to shatter chaos. Immediately afterward, he flicked the chaotic energy at his fingertips, and a deep spatial portal rapidly formed in the center of the top floor of the Wanbao Hall.
As soon as the spatial portal stabilized, Hei Xuan Zhenxian stepped in first, his tall figure disappearing into the halo of light. The surging black air around him collided with the turbulent currents at the edge of the portal, producing a soft "sizzling" sound.
The eight True Immortals, including the Black Spring Ancestor, followed closely behind and entered the spatial portal one after another.
As the last figure disappeared into the halo, the spatial portal rippled like water, its purplish-black edges rapidly contracting, and the swirling nebula-like halo gradually fading. Finally, with a soft "pop," it completely dissipated into the air, leaving only ruins trembling slightly in the aftershocks of energy, telling the story of the devastation that had just occurred.
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Spring comes and autumn goes, and three billion years pass in the blink of an eye.
The protective array of Hei Xuantian shone with endless light, like an eternal sky curtain, protecting the eight True Immortals, including Hei Quan Zhenxian, within it. Even a fifth-grade True Immortal could not sneak into it silently. Meanwhile, Hei Xuan Zhenxian's figure often appeared in various corners of the continent, his divine sense sweeping across mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas like a net, searching for any hidden threats.
On this day, the peace was suddenly shattered—
"Boom..."
A deafening roar shook the entire universe, erupting from the southern part of the Obsidian Continent as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. A mushroom cloud, blotting out the sun and carrying crimson-gold flames, shot into the sky, staining half the sky blood-red.
A terrifying surge of energy swept outwards like a tsunami, causing the earth to crack open into abysses and mountains to melt into magma. An area spanning hundreds of cosmic years was completely submerged in the aura of destruction.
Countless low-level cultivators and creatures didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes by the energy impact, leaving not even a trace of their souls behind.
A few breaths later, ripples spread across the space above the south, and the figure of the Black Profound Immortal stepped out from them. His dark Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and chaotic energy surged around him, but his face showed no anger. Instead, it exuded a cold pleasure, and there was even a hint of imperceptible ease in his eyes.
"After searching for three billion years, I've finally found it." Black Profound True Immortal's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice filled with the exhilaration of revenge. Trading the lives of a bunch of ants for the life of a quasi-third-grade True Immortal incarnation—this deal couldn't be more profitable.
For these True Immortal forces, True Immortals are the key to the continuation of a race. As for the rest of the race, apart from those True Immortal seeds with the potential to reach the True Immortal realm, even if they were all lost, they would be nothing more than numbers that can be reproduced.
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Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
The flow of time, four thousand times faster, still flowed quietly like the tide. The primordial mist condensed in the air was even denser than it was thirty million years ago, almost turning into liquid, rippling across the cold jade floor tiles.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on the immortal artifact futon, his aura more profound and powerful than ever before.
Suddenly, Su Mo opened his tightly closed eyes and looked directly in the direction of the Obsidian Continent. His gaze seemed to pierce through billions of years of space and time, landing on that scorched earth that had just experienced destruction.
The next second...
A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes, like an icicle skimming across a frozen pool, too fast to catch, yet carrying a chill capable of freezing the soul.
"The Obsidian Clan..." Su Mo's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld, "The hatred between us has been compounded once again."
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Time flies, and billions of years pass quickly.
"Boom..."
With a deafening roar, a terrifying mushroom cloud leveled an area in the eastern part of the Obsidian Continent that had existed for billions of years.
A few breaths later, the figure of the Black Profound Immortal reappeared not far from the energy surge, but this time, his eyes were filled with a new sense of solemnity.
This is the fifth True Immortal incarnation he has found in billions of years. Including the previous seven True Immortal incarnations, that makes a total of twelve True Immortal incarnations. Even though they are all quasi-third-grade True Immortal incarnations, they are still terrifying.
True Immortal incarnations are unlike any other; each one requires a massive accumulation of rare and precious materials. The resources needed for twelve near-third-grade True Immortal incarnations would be enough to drain the resources of many fifth-grade True Immortals.
The villain's cultivation level was likely even higher than he had estimated.
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Another hundred billion years have passed.
"It seems that the previous True Immortal incarnation was the last True Immortal incarnation that villain infiltrated."
In the central void of the Obsidian Continent, the Black Profound True Immortal breathed a slight sigh of relief. Since a True Immortal avatar self-destructed 78 billion years ago, he had never discovered another True Immortal avatar. It seemed that the entire Black Profound Continent no longer had that villain's True Immortal avatar.
"To be on the safe side, I will search for another billion years before returning to the Black Mysterious Heaven."
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Time flies, and the years flow slowly in the river of time. Soon, a chaotic era will have passed.
Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of chaotic energy within them, as if containing a miniature universe. The aura emanating from him was as profound as the nascent immortal realm, carrying a perfect and flawless charm. Every wisp of immortal energy flowing around him was like paying homage to a king. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself, "Good, the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Scripture has finally reached the second level of perfection. Next, it's time to break through."
"Infuse me with the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Scripture."
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