roccoschili Chapter 1020 It seems I overestimated you.
Chapter 1020 It seems I overestimated you.
Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the surging chaotic energy within them suddenly broke through, like mist cleaved by a sharp sword, revealing a glint of cold, sharp light that seemed capable of piercing through the eternal void and taking in the secrets of all the heavens and realms. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, carrying an undisguised contempt and disdain. The absolute confidence hidden in that smile was like an unshakeable mountain, enough to make any opponent tremble with fear.
With 1500 illusory spirits of the same realm as his backing, he is least afraid of being outnumbered.
Throughout the chaotic era, Su Mo searched the souls of so many True Immortal Ancestors and perused countless inherited secret texts, yet he has yet to find any True Immortal incarnation at the same realm who can rival him.
Let alone 1,500, even 150 or 150, there wouldn't be a single being in the entire Ancient Immortal Realm who could rival them. Even including those low-grade True Immortal incarnations, those who could exceed five fingers' worth are already extremely rare.
next second...
Su Mo's mind stirred, and the chaotic azure light between his brows suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance, like a miniature chaotic sun, illuminating the entire quiet room. An invisible divine thought then pierced through the void, traversing endless space and time, penetrating layers of dimensional barriers, ignoring the obstruction of billions of stars, and instantly arriving in the eastern void of a distant cosmic sea, precisely merging into the soul of a illusory spiritual body.
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The Thousand Edge Sea is separated from the Crimson Sea by nine cosmic seas. Even a sixth-grade True Immortal would need to travel for eons to reach it.
Its history is far longer than that of the Red Li Sea, having been passed down for over 160,000 cosmic eras.
Their foundation and strength far surpass those of the Crimson Sea. Just the number of Seventh-Rank True Immortals they openly possess is no less than a handful. If all the Seventh-Rank True Immortals, both openly and secretly, are combined, they would be close to fifty.
There are even rumors that several old monsters in the Thousand Cliffs Sea have taken that step, reaching the eighth-grade True Immortal realm, a realm that no True Immortal in the Crimson Sea has ever broken through to.
Above the eastern edge of the Thousand Edges Sea, a rugged-looking middle-aged man stood silently. He wore a pale yellow robe, the fabric of which seemed ordinary, yet it shimmered with a faint earthy yellow halo, each ray of light exuding the weighty order of the earth. He seemed perfectly integrated with the surrounding void, giving people a sense of steadfastness as solid as the earth and as immovable as a mountain, as if nothing and no one in heaven or earth could shake his figure in the slightest.
At this moment, six towering figures silently appeared before, behind, to the left, right, above, and below him. They seemed to have emerged from chaos, their bodies shrouded in a terrifying pressure that caused the void to tremble violently, like six supervolcanoes erupting simultaneously, instantly igniting the surrounding stillness and rendering this void filled with murderous intent.
The figure ahead, clad in dark gold armor, possessed a cold, stern face, sharp and angular, as if cast from the heavens' profound gold. Countless tiny golden electric snakes coiled around him, each containing a sharp edge capable of tearing stars apart. When his aura erupted, even solid space was crackled with electricity, crackling and radiating an aura of destruction.
Behind him was an old man wrapped in a dark robe. As the hem of the robe fluttered, countless ghostly phantoms could be seen floating and roaring within it, emanating a bone-chilling cold. Wherever he passed, even the void itself condensed into faint frost flowers, exuding a deathly chill.
The figure on the left is as burly as a mountain, with dark blue skin covered in rock-like textures. Every inch of its muscles contains the power to shatter heaven and earth. When it throws a punch, it seems to be able to trigger the true immortal rules of the entire Thousand Cliffs Sea and shake the very foundation of the entire Thousand Cliffs Sea.
Standing on the right was a young man in blue robes holding a folding fan. He appeared frail, but his brows carried an air of arrogance that suggested he controlled everything. As the fan opened and closed, the phantom images of the celestial constellations swirled endlessly, radiating an overwhelming aura of power that could control the universe and reverse the sun and moon. It was as if he could decide the life and death of billions of lives with a mere wave of his fan.
The figure overhead was shrouded in a rainbow of light, obscuring its face, except for a pair of eyes that shone like the sun and moon suspended in the sky. Wherever its gaze swept, even the light seemed to be twisted into pretzels, exuding an eerie pressure that could disrupt the rules and alter reality.
Beneath their feet was a churning, pitch-black vortex, at the center of which a gigantic maw covered in fangs could be vaguely seen, constantly spewing out a dark aura capable of devouring everything. That aura seemed to be the entrance to an endless abyss, capable of swallowing and annihilating even celestial light.
The six figures exuded a powerful aura comparable to the Crimson Bright True Immortal of the Crimson Cloud Immortal Clan. Like six unshakable divine mountains, they pressed down on the rugged middle-aged man in the center from six directions, their momentum like a tidal wave, determined to crush him completely.
The energy formed an impenetrable net, completely surrounding the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, preventing even a ray of light or a wisp of air from escaping, thus sealing off all his possibilities of retreat and turning him into a hopeless situation.
"Boom..."
The void trembled violently, as if a giant drum had been struck deep within the universe, causing the surrounding space to shatter into dust and dissipate into specks of light.
Then, the seventh-rank True Immortal clad in dark gold divine armor stepped forward. Each step caused golden ripples to spread across the void, with lightning crackling and surging within them. He coldly stared at the middle-aged man in yellow robes in the center, his voice like a blade tempered with ice, carrying a chilling aura: "With the six of us here, you have no chance of escape today. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over the Flower of the Cosmic Era, and we, being merciful, might spare your life; otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden lightning around him grew even more violent, almost solidifying into a lightning spear, carrying an aura of destruction, and faintly locking onto the soul of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe. If the other party answered with a single "no," he would strike with lightning speed and blast him into ashes.
"Just you?"
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe sneered, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. The earthy yellow aura around him suddenly solidified, as if he were wearing a layer of armor forged from countless true immortal rules, every inch of which flowed with the earth's weight and resilience, exuding an indestructible aura: "When it comes to numbers, I have never been afraid of anyone."
next second...
A black light flashed past the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, as fast as a shooting star streaking across the night, leaving only a faint afterimage before exploding in the void and transforming into a man in black.
His face was like frost, his eyebrows were sharp as if carved by a knife, and his whole body exuded a bone-chilling coldness, as if he had just walked out of an ice prison that had never melted for millions of years. Even the surrounding void seemed to be completely frozen by his aura, condensing into crystal ice shards, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers away.
Although he stood beside the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, his aura was completely different from the man's, carrying a kind of aloof and stern air. Although he was slightly inferior to the six people around him, he had still steadily stepped into the realm of a seventh-grade True Immortal.
"A mere early-stage seventh-rank True Immortal, and this is all you're relying on?" The young man in blue, holding a folding fan, raised an eyebrow. The fan swished open, obscuring half his face, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with disdain. He scoffed, his contempt almost overflowing: "I thought you had some trump card, but this is all?"
Two mere early-stage seventh-rank True Immortals could barely manage to hold their own against a mid-stage seventh-rank True Immortal, even with their combined strength. Meanwhile, the six of them, the weakest among them, were mid-stage seventh-rank True Immortals, and two had already reached late-stage seventh-rank True Immortals. For these two early-stage seventh-rank True Immortals, fighting them was like throwing eggs against a rock. If it weren't for the possibility that their desperate, life-or-death struggle might cause them some harm, or that they might recklessly destroy the Flower of the Cosmic Era, they wouldn't have wasted a single word on them.
However, before the disdain on his face could fade, his expression suddenly changed. His fingers gripping the folding fan tightened abruptly, almost crushing the fan ribs. The fan slammed into his palm with a "smack," nearly slipping from his hand. His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror, as if he had witnessed the most incredible sight in the world.
Blinding beams of immortal light erupted from the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, exploding around him like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, so dense it was dazzling. Each beam of light revealed a figure with an aura comparable to the man in black. These figures were either clad in armor, imposing and majestic, their armor engraved with runes of invincibility; or with flowing hair, wild and untamed, surrounded by an aura of unruly arrogance; or wielding weapons, their sharp edges gleaming with a cold light capable of cleaving through the void… Though their appearances and auras varied, the terrifying pressure emanating from them was identical—they were all firmly established early-stage seventh-rank True Immortals!
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... ten, fifteen, twenty..." The young man in blue's voice gradually became hoarse from its initial calmness, and finally almost trembled. He stared intently at the figures that kept appearing, and exclaimed in shock, "Damn it, this... how is this possible!"
In the blink of an eye, thirty figures had appeared around the middle-aged man in the yellow robe! Including the man himself, these thirty-one early-stage seventh-rank True Immortals, their auras intertwined, formed a torrent sweeping across the heavens and earth, roaring and surging, forcefully pushing the oppressive aura of the six besiegers to the brink of collapse. The once impenetrable energy net was now cracked by this sudden, overwhelming force, emitting a groan of unbearable strain. The entire void in the eastern part of the Thousand Cliffs Sea seemed to groan in pain from the collision of these dozens of True Immortals' auras, on the verge of shattering into nothingness.
"You can't even handle this? It seems I overestimated you."
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