Free Web NovelChapter 634: Chapter 632: Causing Trouble on My Demon Immortal Territory?
"Seventh Grade Immortal Foundation!"
The Twelve Grades of Immortal Foundation upon the Immortal Path—Sixth Grade can already be called the pinnacle most prodigies can attain.
Ninth or Tenth Grade would be on the level of the top geniuses of the Spirit Realm.
For Yun Zheng to become a Sixth Grade Immortal Foundation was already a source of pride for him; none could rival him on either side.
Yet who would have thought—both wielding the Ancient Immortal Order—Xiao Ming, though not as strong as he, had actually reached the Seventh Grade Immortal Foundation!
Stunned at first, Yun Zheng then grew excited.
He was Sixth Grade, Xiao Ming Seventh; in the future, when they entered the Immortal Domain, any power would treat them with the utmost esteem—their potential was limitless.
"Good!"
"Worthy of being the seed of my Five Elements Celestial Realm!"
Some rejoiced, naturally, while others despaired!
Can Sutian and the rest were utterly plunged into despair!
Even Yun Zheng, a Sixth Grade Immortal Foundation, was so tyrannical—let alone Xiao Ming, who was Seventh Grade.
And beside them, nine True Immortals stood!
In their eyes, even if Xu Yang awoke and wielded that mysterious Immortal Blade, he might still fail to withstand them.
"It’s over!"
"Does that Immortal Coffin truly hold no other secrets?"
Before them, their only hope lay in the Immortal Coffin.
Cen Xinghou stared fixedly at the seventy-two Immortal Patterns upon the coffin, a flash of madness in his eyes.
He drew forth the Immortal Embryo he had obtained, shattered it with a single thought, and poured all its essence into the Immortal Patterns.
A few breaths later, Cen Xinghou’s whole body trembled, and he looked on in delight at several of the Patterns.
These few Immortal Patterns seemed to come alive, absorbing an unprecedented energy, faintly dissolving, showing signs of merging with the other Patterns.
"Quickly, use your Immortal Embryos!"
"This Immortal Coffin holds great secrets—the strength we used earlier couldn’t awaken its power!"
He guessed that perhaps only a True Immortal could activate it fully.
But the power held by Immortal Embryos was nearly equal to a True Immortal’s; only then did the change occur.
Cen Xinghou’s warning startled the crowd, who instantly, without hesitation, shattered their Immortal Embryos.
When death is at hand, who cares for Immortal Embryos?
Yun Zheng’s attention was wholly seized by the world-shaking commotion caused by Xiao Ming; for a moment, he failed to notice what was happening here.
"What are they doing?"
Someone finally alerted him.
Yun Zheng glanced over, his pupils contracting.
"Stop them!"
He struck out like lightning.
But at that moment, the power from nearly ten shattered Immortal Embryos had wholly ignited the seventy-two Immortal Patterns.
The Patterns merged, forming an enormous vortex on the surface of the coffin, ceaselessly expanding; within it, a dazzling, boundless, and profound space could be seen.
Whoosh!
Everyone’s figure floated into the air, and with cries of surprise, they were all drawn inside.
Yun Zheng’s attack landed simultaneously, causing the vortex to stall.
Boom!
The Immortal Coffin shuddered, then hung motionless, suspended in midair.
Yun Zheng stared in horror: "How is this possible?"
His full-strength strike hadn’t left the slightest mark on the Immortal Coffin.
"Together!"
Saint Monarch Nantian shouted, gathering all present to his side.
Of the ten True Immortals, apart from Yun Zheng’s Sixth Grade Immortal Foundation, only Saint Monarch Nantian and two others possessed Second Grade Foundations; the rest were all First Grade.
Even so, all were True Immortal strength.
The ten struck as one.
Divine Techniques rampaged, drowning the Immortal Coffin!
Boom!
Bang!
The Immortal Coffin roiled and shook unceasingly!
Ten breaths later—
Immortal radiance overflowed, revealing the coffin beneath.
Unharmed, not a scratch!
"Damn it!"
Yun Zheng clenched his fists, his face instantly darkening.
"They shattered Immortal Artifact Embryos to unleash mysteries from the coffin; yet so many of us, even joined, cannot damage it one bit.... Lord Yun Zheng, what do we do now?" Saint Monarch Nantian was utterly lost.
Even counting Xiao Ming with his Seventh Grade Foundation, it would be useless!
The other side did not dare come out, but they could do nothing either.
What was this situation?
Yun Zheng stood silent, his expression flickering.
Boom!
Whoosh!
Xiao Ming soared into the sky, arms wide, greedily devouring the surrounding immortal energy—throwing his head back with wild laughter.
Seventh Grade Immortal Foundation!
He stood proud against the world!
"Xiao Ming."
"Grandmaster, you have finally arrived."
Upon seeing Yun Zheng, Xiao Ming’s face shone with delight as he descended from the heavens.
"Grandmaster, this Ancient Immortal Order is truly the fortune of my life."
"Moreover, I can sense a vague summons."
Xiao Ming pointed at the twisting void above.
A summons?
Saint Monarch Nantian looked astonished.
Yun Zheng nodded slightly.
He too could sense it.
That call came from above the void, as though guiding a path before them.
"What is happening?"
Xiao Ming glanced at the Immortal Coffin, then up at Xu Yang atop the mountain, puzzled.
Saint Monarch Nantian hurriedly recounted the events.
Regarding the matter of guiding ascension, Xiao Ming easily understood after a slight reflection.
He could achieve it as well.
This was a unique method of attaining immortality with the Ancient Immortal Order; bizarre, perhaps related to the colossal stele manifest during breakthroughs, yet impossible to wholly comprehend.
Seeing Xiao Ming staring hungrily at Xu Yang, Yun Zheng sighed and advised, "Do not doubt—the blade is extraordinary. I personally almost suffered grievous injury at its hand!"
Xiao Ming’s expression changed; he forcibly suppressed his rising urge to make a move.
"What now?"
Were they to merely leave?
If he did not kill Xu Yang and the others, he could not resign himself!
"I have another way!"
A cold light flashed in Yun Zheng’s eyes, his tone chilling: "Draw in the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea, shatter Beili Immortal Mountain, and unleash an apocalypse!"
"Should such a force descend, if even the coffin and the blade can withstand it, then it simply means Heaven itself does not wish them to die yet. In that case, we must leave first, and seek the Immortal Realm!"
Xiao Ming was greatly in favor: "Let’s do just that!"
He could think of no better plan.
Though this region and the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea were separated, with so many True Immortals here, it might just be possible to break through.
If the boundless Calamity Ghost Wind Sea overflowed, Beili Immortal Mountain itself would be devoured.
Such power, even imagining it made Xiao Ming’s skin crawl!
"I refuse to believe that a damned coffin and a single blade can withstand us."
Xiao Ming looked at Xu Yang with a sneer.
"Let’s go!"
Yun Zheng rose first.
"Go? Where?"
"There’s no need to expend the effort drawing in the Calamity Ghost Wind."
A mocking laugh suddenly came from the mountain summit.
Everyone froze, shocked, turning their eyes.
The mountaintop remained utterly unmoved.
And yet, that statue-like figure shifted ever so slightly.
"Xu Yang, so you’ve finally awakened."
Xiao Ming’s gaze was wary and uncertain, his eyes flickering toward the purple-gold Immortal Blade in Xu Yang’s hand.
Ancient and reserved, entirely lacking in sharpness—nothing remarkable!
As he watched, his heart settled.
No matter how unusual this blade might be, at least on sight, nothing seemed extraordinary about it.
How strong could it truly be?
Besides—even a peerless Immortal Artifact needed a master of peerless strength.
Xu Yang hadn’t even reached True Immortal; how could he hope to wield it?
Yun Zheng’s voice was cold: "Boy, what’s the origin of that blade in your hand?"
Xu Yang lifted the blade, grinning: "An Immortal Artifact of the Demon Immortal Faction!"
"I truly did not expect that this so-called Ancient Immortal Order could be so miraculous!"
He had heard every word and deed outside, and never lost consciousness or awareness.
Xiao Ming sneered, "Xu Yang, do you really think you can reverse your fate with a single blade?"
"I now possess a Seventh Grade Immortal Foundation; there are eleven True Immortals here, so what can you possibly do?"
"However, if you’re willing to surrender the Demon Immortal legacy and join our Ancient Immortal camp, I can guide you to immortality, sparing your life!"
"Ancient Immortal?"
Xu Yang scoffed, calmly: "Xiao Ming, you are as overconfident as ever."
"You are strong, but it seems you’ve overlooked one thing."
"What?"
Xiao Ming and Yun Zheng both frowned.
For Xu Yang’s composure at this moment felt too unnatural.
Something was off!
"Back in those days, when the Ancient Immortals warred with the Demon Immortals, even though the Ancient Immortals claimed victory, both sides suffered grievously here, all of them falling; this land, in fact, belongs to the Demon Immortals!"
"You latecomer Ancient Immortals, running wild on Demon Immortal ground?"
"You really do underestimate the Demon Immortals."
