northernbook Chapter 1164 Your Highness
Chapter 1164 Your Highness
Upon hearing this, the purple-robed youth paused slightly as he turned the ring on his finger. His indifferent gaze fell on Ancestor Youyun, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. The smile was hidden in his eyes, carrying a hint of amusement and calculation, as if he were examining a usable object.
"Suppressing two sixth-rank Golden Immortals and five fifth-rank Golden Immortals with a single palm strike..." He rubbed the amethyst ring between his fingertips, the cool touch spreading along his fingertips. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a certain penetrating power, clearly echoing in the empty hall. "To have such a feat, the person who made the move must be at least a peak seventh-rank Golden Immortal."
He paused here, his gaze fixed on the void outside the hall, his pupils seemingly reflecting a galaxy, as if he had pierced through countless layers of chaos and witnessed the scene of the Primordial Immortal Realm: "For such a high-ranking Golden Immortal to protect a first-rank Golden Immortal... the power behind this Primordial Immortal Lord must be extraordinary."
Ancestor Youyun lay prostrate on the ground, a chill running down his spine, barely daring to breathe. The purple-robed youth continued, "Even top-tier ninth-grade immortal forces, with multiple ninth-grade Golden Immortals at their helm, rarely display such grand scale. It's more likely that it comes from a powerful force at the quasi-Immortal King level..."
He tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingertips, making a soft "tap, tap" sound. The rhythm was slow but extremely oppressive. Each sound seemed to hit the heart of the Old Ancestor Youyun, making his immortal soul tremble.
"If I can take this opportunity to bring the power behind the Hongmeng Immortal Lord under my control..." A glint flashed in the eyes of the purple-robed youth, and the smile on his lips became more pronounced. "At that time, my chances of winning the battle against that bastard will increase considerably."
Upon hearing this, Ancestor Youyun's expression changed drastically, and his blood-red horn glowed slightly in extreme shock. He had traveled thousands of miles from the Desolate Star Abyss to this Taiyuan Star Abyss to borrow His Highness's power and ensure that the Hongmeng brat died without a burial place. He certainly wasn't going to stand by and watch his master take in the enemy who had destroyed his clan and wiped out his descendants!
"Your Highness, you mustn't! That brat Hongmeng..."
Old Ancestor Youyun opened his mouth, about to offer some advice, when he was met with a cold glare from the purple-robed youth. That gaze, like ancient ice, instantly froze his words, causing him to shudder and swallow the rest of his thoughts, his throat tightening. He was filled with regret, wishing he could slap himself twice across the face—
This is insane! How dare he try to influence His Highness's decision? How could he possibly fathom His Highness's thoughts?
The purple-robed youth gave Old Ancestor Youyun another warning look, the pressure in that gaze almost tangible, making Old Ancestor Youyun wish he could bury himself in the ground and never raise his head again. Then, he raised his hand and waved it lightly, saying loudly, "Where are the Yin-Yang Elders?"
As soon as the words were spoken, two aged voices responded from the shadows on both sides of the hall. The voices were one yin and one yang, like ice and charcoal colliding, or like yin and yang complementing each other, exuding an ancient and eerie aura that made the air in the hall freeze: "This old servant is here."
As the words were spoken, two figures slowly emerged from the shadows. The one on the left wore a black robe embroidered with intricate shadow patterns, within which seemed to emanate the howling of countless vengeful spirits; his face was withered and ghostly, his skin taut on his high cheekbones, tinged with a bluish-gray hue, like a walking, lifeless corpse. A chilling aura emanated from him, and wherever he passed, even the hard amethyst ground condensed into a fine layer of frost, and the celestial energy in the air seemed to freeze, turning into ice crystals that fell to the ground.
The person on the right wore a white robe, with white hair and a youthful face. His complexion was rosy like an infant's, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient pool. His aura was as gentle as a spring breeze sweeping across the earth, but the sharp edge hidden beneath that gentleness caused the purple mist rising in the hall to stagnate slightly, as if it would be torn apart if touched.
Both were eighth-grade Golden Immortals, their auras as refined and profound as an abyss. Standing there, they seemed to represent two extreme forces in the world—yin and yang, cold and warmth, death and life. Their appearance caused the temperature in the entire Purple Crystal Immortal Palace to drop several degrees, and even the flow of chaotic energy slowed down, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.
They bowed respectfully to the young man in purple, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were one person. Their voices were respectful yet dignified, carrying the weight of years: "Your Highness, what are your orders for summoning these two old servants?"
The purple-robed youth pointed his finger at the prostrate Youyun Ancestor, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "You will accompany Youyun on a journey to the Void Star Abyss." He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the Yin-Yang Elders, a look that seemed to weigh the options, yet also to entrust them with a task, "to see if that Hongmeng Immortal Lord can be of use to me."
Ancestor Youyun shuddered, his blood-red horn scraping against the amethyst ground with a piercing sound, sparks flying. He instinctively wanted to speak up and stop him, but the image of his prince's cold, warning gaze flashed through his mind not long ago, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out, a metallic taste rising in his throat—
We have already displeased His Highness. If we dare to say anything more, even if we don't die, we'll be in serious trouble.
A seventh-rank Golden Immortal could shake the Void Star Abyss with a stomp of his foot, but in front of his own Highness, a mere seventh-rank Golden Immortal was nothing. If he really displeased His Highness, he would be lucky to die a quick death.
The two elders exchanged a glance, and the old man in black robes bowed first, his voice hoarse as if grinding sand: "This old servant understands, and will certainly not fail Your Highness's trust."
The white-robed elder then turned his gaze to Ancestor Youyun, his tone gentle as spring water, yet concealing an undeniable threat: "Fellow Daoist Youyun, please lead the way."
"Yes, seniors."
Ancestor Youyun suppressed the turmoil of thoughts and resentment surging in his heart, respectfully responded, and then slowly rose from the ground. His movements were somewhat stiff, and the wound at the broken corner seemed to be throbbing again, but he dared not slacken in the slightest and continued, "Seniors, please follow me."
Having said that, he bowed and led the two elders of Yin and Yang out of the hall. Their backs cast long shadows on the amethyst floor, revealing a sense of humiliation and helplessness.
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In the blink of an eye, billions of years have passed.
Deep within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, in a stone pavilion of the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, Su Mo sat alone at a blue stone table. The pavilion was carved from a single piece of chaotic stone, its roof covered with Hongmeng Immortal Vines that bloom only once every eons. The vines were adorned with glistening dewdrops that refracted a seven-colored halo in the flowing rosy light, each drop containing pure Hongmeng spiritual energy.
Before him lay a set of white jade teaware. The tea in the pot had a faint golden hue, and the rising steam emitted a fragrance imbued with the Daoist essence. It was brewed with the Chaos Spirit Spring and the Ninth Grade Immortal Tea—Enlightenment Tea. A single sip could enable an Eighth Grade Golden Immortal to attain enlightenment for three days.
Su Mo held a teacup, poured himself a drink, and frowned slightly as his gaze fell on the chaotic air currents flowing outside the pavilion.
"It's been nearly three hundred billion years since any new big fish have taken the bait. It seems that two quasi-Immortal Kings and twenty-five ninth-rank Golden Immortals are about the limit."
The Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom is only so big. So many Quasi-Immortal Kings and Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals were lost in one fell swoop. Other Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals and Quasi-Immortal Kings must have heard about it and are on guard. They won't easily enter the Abyss of Dao Extinction.
While the inheritance of the Myriad Manifestations Ancestor is important, one's own life is even more important. If one loses one's life, let alone the inheritance of a Quasi-Immortal King, even if one obtains the inheritance of an Immortal King, it is nothing more than working for someone else's benefit, which is meaningless.
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Time flies, and another trillions of years have passed.
As the immortal energy of the Primordial Immortal Realm grew increasingly rich, Su Mo was sitting in a stone pavilion, lost in thought, when his brow suddenly twitched slightly. His gaze pierced through the barrier of the Primordial Immortal Realm and looked toward the edge of the desolate Star Abyss.
"Hmm? This is..." A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "One seventh-grade Golden Immortal, two eighth-grade Golden Immortals... Is that Old Ghost Youyun? It seems they've come with ill intentions."
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