readsfreenovel Chapter 992 True Immortals Gather
Chapter 992 True Immortals Gather
Time flies, and eight million years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The Obsidian Continent was as still as a graveyard.
The vast territory that once nurtured the Obsidian Clan, a dominant race, is now nothing but a desolate wasteland.
The once indestructible obsidian barrier on the continent's surface had long since shattered into dust, revealing the dark, inky rocks beneath. Sunlight struggled to penetrate the thin atmosphere, barely managing to dazzle the ground, as if the land had been drained of all life, transformed into a colossal beast that devoured light and heat.
Looking into the distance, one cannot see a single blade of grass struggling to survive, nor can one hear even the faintest chirp of an insect. Even the wind carries a sense of death, and when it blows over the jagged rocks, the sound is like the low sobs of countless dead souls, sending chills down one's spine.
The entire continent was completely devoid of life, with only the vastness and desolation accumulated over millions of years silently telling the story of the rise and fall of the Obsidian Clan from its peak to its demise.
Forty-nine million years ago, after Su Mo and his group of illusory spirit bodies defeated the eight great True Immortal Ancestors, including the Black Profound True Immortal, they did not ruthlessly kill their clansmen and vassal races below the True Immortal level, but they also did not leave them a place to hide.
At that time, countless rays of seven-colored light enveloped the Obsidian Continent, and great magical power swept across the four directions like a torrent, uprooting those panicked creatures and throwing them far away to various parts of the Canglinghai South Border.
Whether they later struggled to survive in other places or had already become food for other groups, that depended on their individual luck and fate.
At the heart of the Obsidian Continent lies the Myriad Ruins.
This place was once a forbidden area on the Obsidian Continent, perpetually filled with turbulent void currents. These currents were grayish-black, like countless invisible blades, slicing through the void with a sharp "hissing" sound.
Below the level of a True Immortal, even a quasi-True Immortal who is half a step away from becoming a True Immortal, if they dare to set foot in this place without the protection of a True Immortal artifact, will be pulverized into dust by these all-pervasive void turbulences in less than a day, and even their souls will be difficult to preserve, completely annihilated into nothingness.
However, now, in the heart of this myriad transformation ruins, a celestial city has appeared out of nowhere.
Approximately ten light-years long and nearly three light-years wide, it resembles an ancient behemoth lurking in chaos, quietly coiled amidst the turbulent void currents.
The city wall was built of an unknown golden jade, and each brick was engraved with intricate and mysterious runes. As the runes flowed, they exuded a powerful force that suppressed the void and stabilized the universe.
The city was surrounded by a dazzling golden light, like an indestructible golden barrier that enveloped the entire city completely.
The surrounding void turbulence remained as violent as ever, frantically impacting the golden light like thousands of venomous snakes ready to devour it, yet it could only stir up faint ripples, unable to even cause the golden light to tremble in the slightest, let alone shake the immortal city in the slightest.
The Gilded Immortal City is a Grade 3 True Immortal artifact treasured by the Black Profound True Immortal.
After Hei Xuanzhenxian was suppressed by Lingxu Huanshen, this third-grade Zhenxian artifact naturally fell into Su Mo's hands.
This place will also be the venue for the upcoming mainland auction. The void turbulence on the outside is Su Mo's test for the bidders. If they can't even handle this little void turbulence, they are not qualified to enter the Golden Immortal City to participate in the auction.
"Boom..."
A deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, shook the very void of the Myriad Transformations Ruins. The turbulent void currents that had been raging and chaotic paused for a moment, as if they had been stunned by the sudden power.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling blue light tore through the sky, trailing a long fiery tail as it hurtled through the air at an unimaginable speed, almost exceeding the limits of light, and arrived at the edge of the Myriad Transformations Ruins in the blink of an eye.
The blue light dissipated, revealing a tall and imposing figure. The person had waist-length blue hair, each strand distinct like flowing deep-sea waves, gently swaying in the air and stirring up wisps of moisture; his eyebrows were also pure azure, their peaks sharp as knives, revealing a hint of untamed arrogance; he wore a light blue robe, the hem embroidered with surging wave patterns that rose and fell gently with his breath, as if real tides were surging within them, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent.
What is most striking are the pair of majestic blue dragon horns on his head. The horns are covered with fine scales, and faint silver-purple lightning crackles and leaps at the tips, radiating an aura of dominance over the world.
He stood there, like a god looking down on the mortal world from the heavens, as if he were born to be superior to all living beings. Just by standing there quietly, he caused the surrounding void to sink slightly, forming an invisible force field that kept the turbulent currents out.
His gaze swept lightly across the Myriad Ruins ahead, the chaotic void currents that would make even a Quasi-True Immortal hesitate to approach were nothing more than ordinary dust in his eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped into the Myriad Transformations Ruins.
His steps were unhurried, each step seemingly in harmony with some kind of rhythm of nature, showing no trace of tension or unease.
Wherever he passed, the turbulent void currents that were originally as raging as venomous snakes retreated frantically like mice seeing a cat, making way for him. Occasionally, a few ignorant currents tried to approach, but before they even reached within three feet of him, they were struck by the lightning emanating from his dragon horns and instantly annihilated into nothingness, leaving not even a trace.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the man appeared outside the golden barrier of the Gilded Immortal City. Golden city walls rose up before him, the runes on the bricks shimmering with a chilling light, as if countless eyes were silently watching him.
Suddenly, the man's azure pupils contracted sharply, the golden light reflected in his pupils froze instantly, and he was struck as if by lightning, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. His body trembled violently, an indescribable fear flashed in his eyes, and even his breathing suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and splattered on his cheeks, making a crisp "plop" sound—the sound of being compressed by invisible pressure, carrying a heavy, teeth-grinding quality.
next moment......
The man's aura fluctuated violently, and his light blue robe clung tightly to his body as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.
His once straight spine involuntarily bent down, every bone creaking under the weight, as if he were carrying a continent on his back. It was a crushing pressure from the depths of his soul, making it impossible for him to even stand up straight, as if he would be completely crushed under the golden light in the next second.
“A...a seventh-grade True Immortal…” His teeth chattered, his voice barely audible, yet filled with boundless horror, “This is the pressure of a seventh-grade True Immortal…”
No wonder the Obsidian Clan couldn't even last a day before being ruthlessly suppressed. For a seventh-grade True Immortal, annihilating a clan led by a fifth-grade True Immortal is as easy as taking candy from a baby.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
At this moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely, each second like a long cosmic era. He could clearly feel the power of the true immortal within him dissipating, the lightning on his dragon horns trembling, and his innate pride being crushed to pieces, leaving only a deep-seated awe and fear, so much so that he dared not even entertain the thought of resistance.
Ten seconds later.
Just as his knees were about to touch the void and he was about to kneel down completely, the oppressive aura of a seventh-grade True Immortal that had been crushing him suddenly receded like a tide and vanished without a trace. Immediately afterward, the indestructible golden barrier in front of him twisted, as if the surface of water had been parted by an invisible hand, revealing a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through.
If it weren't for the cold sweat soaking through his back, clinging to his skin and bringing a chill, he would almost have suspected that everything just now was an illusion.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and the lightning on his dragon horns gradually subsided. He glanced at the gilded immortal city with lingering fear, his gaze complex—a mixture of lingering dread, awe, and a barely perceptible excitement. Then, without further hesitation, he stepped through the crack and into the immortal city.
He didn't hesitate or worry too much. If a seventh-grade True Immortal really wanted to harm him, he could suppress him with a simple move. There was no need to use such methods to make a fuss.
That oppressive aura just now was merely a show of force to intimidate him.
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Time flies, and the years flow silently through the void of the Azure Spirit Sea. In the blink of an eye, another fifty million years have passed. Only thirty million years remain until the start of that world-renowned auction.
During this period, the Myriad Transformations Ruins were no longer lonely. From time to time, True Immortals would pierce through the void, arriving at the Myriad Transformations Ruins with the power of their respective clans. Some would travel alone, while others would travel in groups of several.
Without exception, they all underwent a transformation from arrogance to respect, just like the blue-clad men at the beginning. The moment they stepped into the territory of the Golden Immortal City, they were intimidated by the faint but powerful aura of a seventh-grade True Immortal, abandoning all their contempt and arrogance, becoming cautious and even lowering their breathing.
In the Cangling Sea, where even sixth-grade True Immortals are practically legends, seventh-grade True Immortals are practically synonymous with invincibility. No True Immortal dares to show the slightest disrespect. Even when facing a mortal enemy, within the boundaries of the Golden Immortal City, no True Immortal dares to make a move without permission, for fear of angering the seventh-grade True Immortal hiding in the shadows and suffering the same fate as the Obsidian Clan.
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Soon, another thirty million years passed.
The number of True Immortals in the Golden Immortal City has more than doubled. Powerful, subtle, and domineering auras of True Immortals are constantly rising and intertwining within the Golden Immortal City, like countless invisible dragons vying for power, almost overturning the entire barrier of the Golden Immortal City.
An invisible smoke of gunpowder filled the air as the gazes of various forces collided in the void, filled with probing and wariness, awaiting the start of the auction and a battle without gunpowder.
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"Two hundred and sixty-eight True Immortals, including three Fifth-Rank True Immortals and fifteen Fourth-Rank True Immortals. Next, we should be able to fetch a good price!"
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