frightfiction Chapter 1142 Breakthrough to the Perfected Rank 6 Golden Immortal
Chapter 1142 Breakthrough to the Perfected Rank 6 Golden Immortal
The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat sliced through the chaotic air currents, its hull enveloped in faint golden flames, leaving a dazzling trail in the dark void. Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, golden light flowed, and countless golden threads hung from the glass lamps suspended from the ceiling, illuminating the entire palace as if it were a place of molten gold, with even the cracks in the floor tiles flowing with a warm and majestic aura.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on a purple lotus, its petals unfolding like a blooming galaxy. Each petal was shrouded in a faint purple glow, and the misty aura permeated the entire celestial palace, intertwining with golden light to create a dreamlike hue.
Looking at the constantly fluctuating Immortal True Spirit value on the light screen in front of him, Su Mo's eyes showed little joy. Instead, he frowned slightly, and a hint of disappointment was hidden deep in his eyes.
After an eon, of the 104 immortal golden immortals of the sixth rank and above from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect and the Zi Xu Heavenly Palace, except for the only ninth-rank golden immortal—the Zi Xu Ancestor, the other 103 had been successively obliterated by his illusory spiritual body, leaving not even fragments of their immortal souls behind, and completely dissipated into the ancient immortal realm.
This directly multiplied the immortal true spirit in his hands several times over, breaking through the ten trillion mark and approaching twelve trillion. However, to his regret, no three words could be infused into the "Primordial Void Extreme Immortal Scripture".
"It seems that if I want to break through, I still have to rely on that Patriarch Zixu." Su Mo sighed softly, tapping his knee lightly with his fingertips, no longer dwelling on it.
He was mentally prepared for this outcome.
Previously, when the "Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture" broke through from the fifth grade to the sixth grade, it had already annihilated three eighth-grade Golden Immortals and consumed nearly three trillion units of immortal true spirit.
It's understandable that someone with nearly twelve trillion units of immortal true spirits wouldn't be able to break through to the sixth-grade perfect Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop.
The next second...
Su Mo's mind stirred slightly, and his divine sense, like a purple-gold lightning bolt, sank into his natal immortal domain, piercing through layers of chaotic energy, and precisely landing in the deepest part of that prison, on the only remaining Zi Xu Ancestor.
At this moment, Patriarch Zixu was still bound by divine runes as thick as a child's arm. After an entire epoch of decay, his purple-gold dragon-patterned Daoist robe had long since turned to ashes, and his exposed skin was covered with fine cracks—the marks of his immortal essence being constantly drained and eroded. The purple-gold Daoist seal between his brows had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, with only an occasional flash of purple light proving that this former ninth-grade perfect Golden Immortal was not completely dead and was still making a final struggle.
"At most, it will take another two epochs to completely obliterate this Ancestor Zixu." Su Mo nodded slightly, silently calculating the time in his mind, "By then, I should not have crossed the Yuanxu Sea and entered the Void Star Abyss."
Although he only used the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat, a near-second-grade immortal vessel, to keep a low profile, with him as its master and escort, all dangerous and forbidden areas were easily traversed along the way.
Its speed of progress was in no way inferior to that of some sixth-grade or even seventh-grade Golden Immortals. In just over two decades, the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship had already covered nearly half of its journey.
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Time flies, and another century has quietly passed.
The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship pierced through the chaotic mist, its prow sculpture emitting faint golden flames that dispelled the surrounding darkness. Su Mo stood on the smooth, mirror-like deck, his robes fluttering in the chaotic currents. He gazed at the churning, gray-black sea of clouds ahead—one of the greatest dangers in the Primordial Ruins Sea, the "Bone-Corroding Mist." Ordinary first-rank immortals would have their bones corroded and their souls decayed simply by approaching it; once they ventured deep within, even some fifth-rank Golden Immortals couldn't endure it for long.
Suddenly, a wisp of chaotic light appeared in Su Mo's palm, and in the next moment, a miniature beast about three inches long appeared in his hand. Resembling a hunting dog, it was covered in chaotic-colored scales, each scale shimmering with dark runes. Its pair of emerald green eyes stared warily at Su Mo, and it emitted low, guttural growls. A ghostly aura, enough to make even a fifth-grade Golden Immortal tremble, radiated from its body, carrying a bone-chilling cold that froze the surrounding chaotic air into tiny ice crystals.
"I actually caught a Xuan Yu Mastiff! What luck! I'm in for a treat!" Su Mo looked at the little beast in his hand, his eyes shining with anticipation. Among the countless chaotic beasts of the Yuanxu Sea, the Xuan Yu Mastiff wasn't considered a top-tier species; an adult was at most comparable to a seventh-grade Golden Immortal. However, its meat was renowned for its exquisite flavor—among all the chaotic beasts, it was certainly among the top three, if not the best. Legend had it that the texture beneath its scales contained the essence of the Netherworld and the essence of chaos, releasing nine kinds of exotic fragrances when cooked, even tempting quasi-Immortal Kings. And this one in his hand—its scales on its neck faintly gleamed with a purplish-gold luster, clearly a king among mastiffs, its combat power comparable to a sixth-grade Immortal Golden Immortal, truly the best of the best.
"Unfortunately, the cultivation level of my subordinates is still a bit lacking."
Su Mo shook his head slightly, his mind sank, and his divine sense surged into his natal immortal domain like a tide, penetrating through layers of space and landing on a vast continent in the center of the immortal domain.
This is the place that Su Mo arranged for the million maids around him to live. The edge of the continent is surrounded by a faint primordial energy, which isolates it from other areas of the Immortal Realm.
At this moment, within the central palace complex of the continent, graceful and elegant maids dressed in uniform are cultivating. Some are tempering their bodies in the spiritual spring, while others are studying cultivation techniques under the Enlightenment Tree, their bodies surrounded by remarkable fluctuations of immortal power.
Over these thousands of chaotic eras, with Su Mo's massive resources, their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, progressing by thousands of miles a day.
Among them, Gu Tong and several other maids, who are most valued by Su Mo, have now successfully entered the eighth level of the Heavenly Sea King Realm—that is, the eighth-grade Heavenly Immortal Realm. They are not too far away from becoming true immortals and being qualified to descend into the Ancient Immortal Realm.
Even so, they were still far from being able to cook the Xuanyu Mastiff. Not to mention them, even an eighth-grade True Immortal would not be qualified. Just a trace of the Netherworld aura emanating from the Xuanyu Mastiff could instantly freeze their immortal souls, leaving them with no place to bury their dead.
"Fortunately, I still have a group of illusory spirit bodies."
Su Mo's lips curled slightly, and with a thought, a phantom of his spirit stepped out from his natal immortal domain and onto the deck, holding a cauldron forged from chaotic refined gold. The cauldron had three legs and two handles, and its surface was engraved with ancient patterns depicting the cooking of strange beasts. At its bottom burned a Netherworld Fire Seed, the flames of which were an eerie, ghostly blue, yet they did not radiate any heat.
The Netherworld Profound Cauldron—an eighth-grade immortal artifact, one of the treasures cherished by Ancestor Xuan Yuan. After Ancestor Xuan Yuan was suppressed by Su Mo, this eighth-grade immortal artifact also fell into his hands.
Throughout this entire era, all the chaotic beasts suppressed along the way have been cooked by this Netherworld Mystic Cauldron.
"Fellow Daoist, clean it thoroughly. First, blanch it with the 'Nine Flavors Chaos Spring,' then simmer it slowly with the 'Primordial Purple Flame.'" Su Mo tossed the Xuan Yu Mastiff to his illusory body, his tone tinged with anticipation. "Remember to leave three parts Netherworld Qi; that's the key to enhancing the flavor."
Ling Xuhuan nodded in agreement, flicking out a burst of immortal power from his fingertip, instantly sealing all the Xuan Yu Mastiff's power and stopping its struggle. Then, carrying the cauldron and the little beast, he returned to Su Mo's natal immortal domain.
"Once we get past this bone-corroding mist, we'll have a taste of the Xuanyu Mastiff."
Su Mo looked again at the bone-corroding mist ahead. The gray-black sea of clouds surged even more violently, with flashes of eerie green lightning occasionally streaking through the mist, emitting a teeth-grinding corrosive sound—the strange noise of chaotic energy being broken down by the mist. With a slight thought, the fire phoenix sculpture on the bow of the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship suddenly lit up, its golden flames surging three feet, transforming the entire ship into a blazing streak of fire, like a burning meteor, directly plunging into the bone-corroding mist.
Almost the instant the immortal ship entered the fog, a primordial light rose from Su Mo's body. At first, it was as thin as gauze, but in an instant, it transformed into a light shield covering the entire immortal ship.
The next second...
A bizarre scene unfolded: the surging, bone-corroding mist, which even a sixth-rank Golden Immortal would avoid, melted away without a trace upon touching the Primordial Light Barrier, like ice and snow meeting the sun. The mist further away was like mice seeing a cat, retreating to both sides and creating a vacuum zone of tens of thousands of feet around the immortal ship, not daring to approach even a wisp of mist.
Gazing at the receding gray-black mist outside the light barrier, Su Mo's eyes remained calm and undisturbed. To him now, these so-called forbidden and dangerous places within the Yuanxu Sea were merely scenery along his long journey, posing no danger whatsoever.
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In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed.
"Whoosh..."
A streak of fire tore through the gray-black fog, and the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship, like a golden lightning bolt, emerged from the other end of the bone-corroding mist. The ship's hull was spotless, not even a speck of mist touched the patterns on the fire phoenix sculpture, as if it had not just traversed the most dangerous forbidden area of the Primordial Ruins Sea, but merely passed through an ordinary cloud layer without encountering the slightest obstacle.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the much clearer chaotic void before him, a faint smile playing on his lips. At that moment, a phantom avatar stepped out from his natal immortal domain, holding the Netherworld Profound Cauldron in its hands. The instant the cauldron's lid was lifted, nine different colored fragrances soared into the sky, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible, chilling aura of the Netherworld. The aroma was invigorating, cleansing even the very soul.
"Fellow Daoist, the Xuanyu Mastiff is ready."
The spirit, in his illusory form, presented the cauldron with utmost respect.
Su Mo peered inside and saw that the Xuan Yu Mastiff inside the cauldron had transformed into a whole pot of crystal-clear meat soup. The meat was stewed until tender, yet it still maintained its complete shape. The scales had turned into a translucent gelatinous substance, floating on the soup and emitting an enticing luster.
"Thank you for your hard work, fellow Taoist."
As he spoke, he picked up a jade spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and savored it slowly in the chaotic void.
The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat continued forward, and the bone-corroding mist behind it gradually shrank into a small gray-black dot.
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Time flows quietly amidst the roaring waves of the Primordial Ruins Sea, and before we know it, trillions of years have passed.
Purple Mysterious Star Abyss, Purple Void Immortal Realm.
This ancient immortal realm, which has been passed down for countless cosmic eras, is now shrouded in a lingering gloom, the terrifying oppression making it hard for all the cultivators within to breathe.
"boom......"
On this day, a muffled, deafening roar echoed from the ancestral hall of the Purple Void Heavenly Palace. Immediately afterward, a crack suddenly appeared between the brows of the towering statue of the Purple Void Ancestor, carved from amethyst jade and standing for millions of eons, located in the center of the ancestral hall's plaza. The crack then spread at a visible speed, covering the entire face and body of the statue, finally collapsing with a deafening roar, turning into countless fragments of amethyst jade, the dust rising up obscuring half the sky.
Almost simultaneously, the statues of the Purple Void Ancestor, scattered throughout the branch halls and cities of the Immortal Realm, collapsed and shattered one after another. Some broke off from their bases, some snapped in half, and some were blasted into dust.
"Ah...it collapsed...it collapsed."
"The statue of our ancestor has also collapsed. It's over. My Purple Void Heavenly Palace is completely finished!"
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One by one, the Golden Immortal Ancestors seemed to have had all their energy and spirit drained away, collapsing to the ground like rotten mud, their eyes vacant, their entire being filled with nothing but despair.
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"Good! This old man Zixu truly lives up to his reputation as a perfect ninth-grade Golden Immortal. He is indeed far superior to those eighth-grade Golden Immortals. Perfect sixth-grade Golden Immortal, here I come!"
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