roccoschili Chapter 1201 Immortal King's Finger
Chapter 1201 Immortal King's Finger
The thirteenth prince stared at the now solidified and impenetrable Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, his expression suddenly changing drastically. His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and even his breathing became labored. Although he had a premonition that his opponent had a hidden trump card, when this power, far exceeding the limit of a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, swept over him like a tsunami, the impact originating from his very soul still shook him violently, making it almost impossible for him to believe what he was seeing.
“This pressure… has completely surpassed the scope of a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king.” The thirteenth prince’s brows furrowed, his voice filled with solemnity. “With such power controlling the formation, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven for us to break it.”
Although they haven't actually made a move yet, merely exerting overwhelming pressure, judging from the current situation, even if they did, it probably wouldn't change much. The defense of that immortal formation seemed to have been infused with a new soul, becoming so resilient that it inspired despair.
Without other means of assistance, the only way to break the formation is to rely on the Heavenly Pearl of Illusion to find its weak points and destroy each formation one by one, just as before. But that would take at least tens of thousands of years. Since that thief is deliberately concealing his true power, he's clearly stalling for time. Who knows what might happen in those tens of thousands of years?
What variables? Perhaps by the time they finally break through the great formation, they will be met with a long-planned trap to kill them, and then they may not even have a chance to regret it.
But when he thought of his trump cards, the thirteenth prince felt a pang of resentment. These were no ordinary treasures; each one was a life-saving trump card in dire straits. Once used, they were gone forever. Some were even forbidden items that required a terrible price to use. Once used, at best, it would shake his foundation and cause his cultivation to decline; at worst, it would sever his path to becoming an Immortal King, leaving him with no chance of ever attaining that status again.
"Do we really need to use those resources?"
The thirteenth prince's eyes were full of hesitation. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the purple-gold dragon pattern remaining on his palm. His gaze involuntarily turned to the eighteenth prince not far away, as if seeking an answer, or as if confirming each other's feelings.
Just then, the eighteenth prince also sensed something and looked up.
The two looked into each other's eyes and saw the same struggle and entanglement.
The two men locked eyes and saw the same struggle and conflict in each other's eyes—should they pay a heavy price to use their trump card for a quick victory? Or should they take a gamble, hoping that the villain had no deeper schemes and that time would gradually wear down the formation, preserving their trump card?
Time flowed slowly in the silence and entanglement between the two. One breath, two breaths... The other fifteen high-level quasi-immortal kings, including the ninth-level quasi-immortal king, Ancestor Wuya, all focused their gazes on the two princes, holding their breath and not daring to say a word.
They have essentially given their all; now, the key to breaking the deadlock lies with the two princes.
As descendants of the Immortal King, the two princes were not the strongest among them in terms of cultivation, and they were not even in the top ten. However, their foundation was unmatched, especially their trump card for survival.
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Ten breaths later.
The thirteenth prince and the eighteenth prince exchanged a glance, then nodded simultaneously, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.
The next second...
"Boom..."
The void trembled violently, as if an ancient drum had been struck. The muffled sound spread across trillions of years, causing ripples to appear in the chaotic air currents. The thirteenth prince took a step forward, his figure shrinking as if the earth had shrunk to an inch, instantly traversing tens of thousands of years of void, appearing at the forefront of the crowd, facing the majestic and towering Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
"call......"
He took a deep breath, clearing his chest of stagnation. The last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute determination, as if he had already cut off all escape routes. Then, the thirteenth prince waved his hand, and a severed finger suddenly hovered not far in front of him.
The severed finger wasn't long, only a little over ten feet, its entire body a dark gold color, as if cast from the golden marrow of an immortal king. Its surface was covered with fine, scale-like dragon patterns, each line seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, flowing with a faint, eternal luster. The cut, however, was as smooth as a mirror, as if cleanly severed by the sharpest divine weapon. A faint light flowed through the center of the fracture, as if concealing a miniature universe, where stars rise and fall, and the great Dao cycles.
Moreover, the severed finger exuded an ancient and noble aura that surpassed all living beings, as if it contained the primordial pressure of a celestial realm. Wherever it passed, the surrounding turbulent chaotic air currents froze, all light seemed to be attracted by an invisible gravity, and all things in the world had to prostrate themselves in submission before this severed finger, daring not to overstep their bounds in the slightest.
"Ah...this...this aura...this...this is actually a severed finger of a Celestial King..." Ancestor Wuya's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief. Such a treasure, which only existed in legends, was something even he, a ninth-order quasi-Celestial King, had only heard of and had never actually seen.
"What? This is the Celestial King's severed finger?"
Upon hearing this, the other seventh and eighth-order quasi-immortal kings widened their eyes, staring at the severed finger with burning desire and greed. For them, even a severed finger was an unparalleled treasure. If they could comprehend the eternal Dao contained within it, it would be enough to give their cultivation a qualitative leap, and even their hopes of becoming immortal kings in the future would be greatly increased. It was enough to drive countless quasi-immortal kings crazy.
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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
"A severed finger of a Celestial King... No wonder he's one of the most favored princes of Celestial King Yuan Jin. This thirteenth prince is indeed extraordinary!" Su Mo's expression hardened, his fingertips lightly tapping the enlightenment futon, a hint of apprehension appearing in his eyes. On that severed finger, he clearly sensed wisps of eternal Daoist energy, the pressure of a Celestial King, which even made his natal Celestial Soul tremble slightly—this was a long-lost aura of danger, stronger than any attack he had ever faced before.
"Next, the thirteenth prince's attack will be anything but simple; it may very well touch upon the power of a Celestial King. The Myriad Immortals Formation is about to face its true test." Su Mo slowly rose, his gaze fixed on the severed finger in the chaotic void. Primordial radiance flowed quietly around him, and his immortal power began to circulate rapidly within him, ready to deal with any possible changes.
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Outside the Great Array of Ten Thousand Immortals.
Ignoring the shock and fervor of the crowd, the thirteenth prince stared intently at the severed finger, his eyes shining like two blazing suns, reflecting the dragon patterns flowing on the finger, as if communicating with some ancient will.
The next second...
"Ah... pfft..."
The thirteenth prince opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of primordial blood essence, which transformed into a golden trajectory, like a small golden dragon, and shot directly into the severed finger.
The moment the essence blood entered the body, the dragon pattern on the surface of the severed finger suddenly lit up, emitting a dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient primordial world. The sound shook the universe and resonated even in the chaos. Countless tiny dragon shadows emerged from the severed finger, swirling and dancing.
Immediately afterwards, he rapidly formed hand seals, his fingers moving with incredible speed, as if golden dragons were dancing on his fingertips. He chanted obscure and ancient incantations, each syllable seemingly containing the power to create the world, rippling through the chaos.
"With my royal blood as the catalyst, I summon the lingering echoes of the imperial path!"
"In the beginning of chaos, the Dragon Emperor ruled the universe; with a single finger, he severed boundaries, and all laws submitted!"
"The will of the Immortal King pierces my fingertip, break!"
The instant the incantation was uttered, the severed, dark golden finger of a Celestial King suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light. Countless eternal Dao patterns appeared at the break, as if it had come alive. A pressure a hundred times, even a thousand times stronger than that of the Ninth-Order Late-Stage Quasi-Celestial King, Ancestor Wuyai, surged from the severed finger, carrying a terrifying aura that could tear apart chaos and crush the heavens. The surrounding spacetime was slightly distorted under this power, as if it were being forcibly pulled back to some ancient era.
"go with!"
The thirteenth prince pointed sharply at the Myriad Immortals Array and roared. The severed finger of the Immortal King transformed into a golden pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth. Its surface shimmered with dragon scale patterns, as if the phantom of an ancient Immortal King was slowly opening its eyes within the pillar. Wherever the pillar passed, the chaotic energy was torn into a vacuum, and all fragments of rules along its path were annihilated. With unstoppable force, it crashed into the protective light realm of the Myriad Immortals Array!
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"Hiss... This is the power of a Celestial King. It's terrifying. We are nothing compared to it."
"Good! Good! Good! You scoundrel, this time I'll see how you die!"
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