roccoschili Chapter 1208 Battle of the Immortal Kings
Chapter 1208 Battle of the Immortal Kings
Beyond the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, spanning trillions of eons, the Yuanjin Immortal King wielded the Primordial Divine Axe, imbued with the essence of countless immortal kingdoms. The axe blade flowed with billions of imperial runes. Like a maddened ancient war god, his eyes bloodshot, he furiously slashed down. Each strike, each axe strike, carried the power to shatter the heavens. As the axe blade sliced through the void, even immortal rules were torn into countless fragments. The surging power rivaled that of a second-tier Eternal Immortal King. Golden axe shadows intertwined in the chaos, forming a world-destroying net, densely packed, completely sealing off the space around the Spiritual Illusionary Body, determined to crush it along with the Myriad Immortals Array, leaving not a trace of dust behind.
Lingxu Huan Shen used the Primordial Chaos as a shield. The barrier, spanning billions of eons, continuously flowed with the Dao patterns of creation, and the Primordial Purple Qi surged between the patterns, blocking the attacks of the divine axe time and time again. The Primordial Purple Qi on the barrier was churned and churned by the axe wind, like boiling water. Cracks spread on the surface of the barrier and then quickly healed. Lingxu Huan Shen stood behind it, his immortal power surging like a raging sea, impacting his limbs and bones, maintaining the integrity of the barrier. His eyes were solemn and iron-like—the attack that Yuan Jin Immortal King had launched with the power of the immortal kingdom was even more violent than expected. Each collision caused his immortal power to be severely depleted.
Terrifying energy spilled outwards, transforming into countless chaotic storms millions of cosmic years in diameter. The storms' centers were pitch black, carrying an all-consuming sharpness. Wherever they passed, vast swathes of void crumbled like shattered glass, revealing the unfathomable abyss below. Even other immortal realms in the distant void were affected; their crystalline walls rapidly cracked and collapsed, and countless low-level cultivators were reduced to ashes in the storms, not even having time to scream. The Myriad Immortals Array trembled violently under this impact, its foundation groaning under the strain. The surfaces of the immortal arrays that served as its fulcrums cracked rapidly, shattering into countless fragments of light that dissipated into the chaos, like ice struck by a heavy hammer. The array's light grew increasingly dim.
Faced with the terrifying clash of two Immortal Kings, the Myriad Immortals Formation that Su Mo had set up when he was still an Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal ultimately proved to be rather weak, like a candle flame flickering in a storm, and it was only a matter of time before it was completely shattered.
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Time flies, and ten thousand years have passed.
The tens of thousands of immortal immortal arrays of the Myriad Immortals Array have mostly collapsed in the aftermath of the battle, and the remaining array bases are flickering with faint spiritual light, teetering on the brink of destruction.
The cracks on the array wall are like hideous knife scars spreading from the edges to the center. If this continues, in at most three thousand years, this peerless array that once protected the Hongmeng Immortal Realm for hundreds of millions of years will be completely reduced to ashes and disappear without a trace.
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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Glancing at the rapidly collapsing Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Su Mo slowly rose from the enlightenment futon, his primordial purple aura rippled slightly, carrying a hint of determination: "From now on, we can no longer stay in this primordial world."
Once the Myriad Immortals Formation is shattered and the protection of its power is lost, the contingency plans he left behind in the Primordial Immortal Realm alone will be insufficient to withstand the aftershocks of the battle between the two Immortal Kings—such power would be enough to crush the entire Primordial Immortal Realm into chaotic dust.
Unless he is willing to immediately stop refining the Wuwang Ancestor and mobilize the remaining thirty-six spirit illusion bodies to protect the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, which is obviously impossible.
If that were the case, his plan to refine the Wuwang Ancestor would surely fail. At that time, not only would he not be able to seize the opportunity to take down the Yuanjin Immortal King, but even whether he could win this protracted war would be a major problem.
"Bring along a group of maids. After all, they've followed me for so many years, so we have some affection for them."
As he spoke, Su Mo's divine sense moved, and like an invisible net, it instantly enveloped the entire Hongmeng Immortal Palace. The maids in the twelve jade pavilions were meditating cross-legged. Sensing the familiar call of their master's will, they all opened their eyes, showing no panic, only absolute trust in their master.
The next second...
"Whoosh...whoosh..."
The twelve maids he had enlightened simultaneously transformed into streaks of celestial light, like twelve shooting stars, passing through the dome of the celestial palace. They were then taken into a pure world deep within Su Mo's natal celestial domain, a place filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and brimming with celestial spiritual energy, where they temporarily settled.
As for the trillions upon trillions of beings that have multiplied within the Primordial Immortal Realm, their fate—whether they live or die—depends on their destiny. Before a powerhouse like him, the survival of a few beings is nothing but fleeting smoke, something he doesn't care about at all.
He took another deep look around—on the carved beams and painted rafters of the celestial palace, the dragon carvings still shimmered with a faint light; in the jade pool flowing with celestial spring water, spirit fish swayed their tails, creating ripples; and in the celestial herb garden, where a vast quantity of immortal herbs were planted, a primordial herb that bloomed once in a cosmic era was exuding its fragrance… A fleeting trace of melancholy flashed in Su Mo’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute determination. Then, a burst of primordial light shone around him, enveloping him and the enlightenment futon beneath him. In the instant the light flashed, his figure disappeared into the empty primordial palace, leaving only the silence of the hall, as if no one had ever entered this place.
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In the blink of an eye, another 2,800 years have passed.
The collision deep within the chaos grew increasingly violent. The Primordial Divine Axe of the Yuan Jin Immortal King was already stained with wisps of Primordial Purple Qi. Each strike carried a resolute determination to destroy everything. The Primordial Qi surrounding the Lingxu Illusionary Body, spanning billions of eons, did not change much, weakening by less than one layer. However, the light curtain of the surrounding Myriad Immortal Array dimmed to almost transparent. The remaining few hundred Immortal Arrays emitted mournful cries under the energy impact, and fragments of their bases fell like snowflakes.
"Boom..."
On this day, a deafening roar shook the ages, and the crumbling Myriad Immortals Array finally reached its limit. The last immortal array, serving as its core support, shattered under the residual power of the divine axe, and the entire array disintegrated instantly like broken glass. Countless surging energies containing the power of immortal kings swept across the void, crushing chaotic energy into primordial particles wherever they passed. Even the tributaries of the river of time were severed by this power, and all things, tangible and intangible, were annihilated into nothingness.
The crystal wall of the Primordial Immortal Realm was as fragile as paper in the face of the raging tide. It only lasted for a single breath before shattering with a "crack." Countless jagged cracks spread from the crystal wall into the depths of the Immortal Realm, like a giant net trying to uproot and tear the entire Immortal Realm apart completely.
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Ten breaths later.
The raging energy completely engulfed the Primordial Immortal Realm. The numerous cosmic seas that had once nurtured trillions upon trillions of beings crumbled, mountains flowing with immortal springs turned to ashes, and immortal herb gardens planted with immortal herbs were shredded to dust by the chaotic currents. Those beings who could not escape, whether mortals absorbing spiritual energy or accomplished celestial immortals, were utterly dissolved in the energy tidal wave before they could even scream, leaving not a single fragment of their soul behind.
The entire Primordial Immortal Realm, along with all life and traces within it, was annihilated in the aftermath of this Immortal King's battle, turning into a desolate void in the chaos, as if this Immortal Realm had never existed. Even the Primordial World, which served as Su Mo's Daoist training ground, was not spared. Only that illusory spiritual body continued its desperate battle with Immortal King Yuan Jin. The collision of Primordial Chaos and golden light left eternal scars in the void, witnessing the end of this Immortal Realm.
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Time flies, and 280,000 years have passed quietly.
Within the ruins of the Primordial Immortal Realm, the battle between Immortal King Yuan Jin and the illusory body of Ling Xu continued. The energy surge generated by the collision of the two Immortal Kings still spread outwards from this place for trillions of years, like an eternal mark drawn in the chaos, lingering for a long time.
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Taiyu Xingyuan, Wuwang Tianyuan.
This forbidden land, created by the Ancestor Wuwang, is now facing annihilation. The entire Tianyuan land trembled violently, as if a primordial beast was stirring up the abyss. Cliffs hundreds of millions of years high collapsed and disintegrated like building blocks broken by a tremendous force, raising dust that blotted out the sun and even shrouded many immortal realms around Tianyuan in eternal darkness, never seeing the sun again.
Even more chilling was that the statues of the Ancestor Wuwang scattered throughout the Tianyuan Abyss lost all their spirituality almost simultaneously. The divine light on the surface of the statues receded like a tide, cracks spread from the base to the head, and in the next moment they all collapsed and shattered, turning into a sky full of stone dust, leaving not even a trace of divine power behind.
"Crack...knock..."
The sound of shattering echoed like the drumbeats of death across every inch of the Boundless Abyss. An indescribable fear, like the thickest haze of death, began to envelop the entire Boundless Abyss at a visible speed from the moment the statue crumbled. Whether they were cultivators of low cultivation levels below the Immortal Realm or immortal Golden Immortals who held sway over a region, their faces were filled with unprecedented horror and bewilderment.
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"Wu Wang has perished... How could this be? Could it be that this wicked creature had something hidden?"
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