【Yantian Palace】
[After the seal was broken, Ning Jun broke out in a cold sweat within ten seconds (ps: although someone at his level wouldn't experience a physical reaction like cold sweating, as his body structure has been completely altered, I'm still writing it this way for the sake of the show).]
Ning Jun knew that the seal on his body not only restricted his movement and location, but was also recorded, and would notify the one who imposed it even if it was broken.
[As expected, 30 seconds after the seal was broken, an extremely powerful will swept across from 700 light-years away and stopped in front of you.]
The will paused slightly.
Then the void shattered, and spiderweb-like cracks exploded behind an old man, who instantly appeared before you.
[The might of the immortals, as deep as an abyss, with the power to crush an entire world, pressed down upon you.]
"You broke through the divine lock of my Yantian Palace, yet you linger instead of retreating quickly. Do you consider my Yantian Palace to be blind and insensitive?!"
"Kneel down before me!"
【Bang!】
The old man's knees suddenly slammed to the ground.
Ning Jun: "...Did you kneel in the wrong place?"
He recognized the old man, a seventh-realm immortal god, respectfully addressed as Elder Qing, who was in charge of the fate of those like him who had been sealed within them.
[Old Qing: "..."]
His eyes widened in fury, his hair and beard stood on end, and his roar possessed a power that could shake the galaxy. A massive amount of his Dao Source was consumed, unleashing a Dao Power of 43!
[If his power were not suppressed and allowed to erupt unchecked, it would surely annihilate all living beings below the immortal level within a ten-light-year radius!]
There are no "ifs".
No matter how angry or furious Elder Qing became, all his power was suppressed to the surface of his body. You calmly walked past him, gesturing for Ning Jun to follow.
"By the way, should we get revenge on that old man?"
You asked casually.
"I... Brother Yun, who exactly are you?" Ning Jun asked.
He always thought you were a fellow villager born in the same lower realm as him, but you had experienced many extraordinary adventures, even possessing opportunities at the level of "immortal fruits."
[Sixty years ago, when we last met, he knew you as a sixth-realm cultivator, though your cultivation level was quite mysterious, perhaps a dozen or even twenty levels higher.]
I dare not think any further; any more and I'd be practically an immortal.
But this time, you made an ultimate immortal being, who existed at least billions of years ago, kneel down before you!
Even the God of Heavenly Martial Arts doesn't have that much seniority!
"Me? I'm just a PC player who came to play Senai Manka with an old friend, that's all."
【"Peace of mind."】
You smiled and said, "When I arrived here, no one could hurt my old friends anymore."
Even if one is an immortal.
"Even if it's the Yantian Palace!"
You take a step forward, emitting the corresponding code signal.
[The starry sky changed color the moment the soles of the shoes touched the ground!]
Above the palace complex of Yantian Palace, nine thousand light-years away, the vast, dark starry sky, now shimmered with light, its myriad rays radiating like light pollution, like the brilliance of stars.
[The great realm shifted, and all the immortals appeared in colossal form.]
Tens of thousands of unparalleled beings swelled to a height of thousands of light-years, crowding together and encircling the starry sky above Yantian Palace, like colossal celestial gods.
They bent down, like thousands of majestic gods looking down upon the tiny sand table.
Its eyes were icy cold, its aura like that of an ancient god, bringing immense terror to the top forces of this star field, as if a cataclysmic disaster had struck.
At this moment, all the immortals in the entire Yantian Palace were alarmed. As if waking from a dream, they realized that nearly a thousand True Immortals had appeared in the air, releasing their own immense Dao power in an attempt to resist these uninvited guests who had arrived out of nowhere.
Despite their desperate resistance, they were as powerless as mayflies trying to shake a tree, overwhelmed by the unstoppable force, their morale instantly plummeting to utter ruin!
Most of these seventh-realm cultivators were unable to withstand the pressure, gradually declining until their feet touched the ground, at which point they could finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if they had escaped a quagmire.
Only those with fewer than ten immortals, or whose Dao principles exceed five hundred, or whose Dao principles are relatively resistant to pressure, can barely stand in the air and contend with those oppressive auras.
[Using the power of the Dao Source to resist the opponent's mere pressure.]
[At this moment, Yantian Palace was like a group of little mice surrounded by lions, tigers, elephants, and tyrannosaurus rex.]
In both quantity and quality, we are far inferior to our opponent.
[The void suddenly shattered, and a True Immortal in the Yantian Palace decisively chose to flee.]
[Some also rely on special Dao principles to escape into the second dimension, attempting to use this method to evade capture.]
They are immortals born in the Yantian Palace, nurtured into immortals by the palace itself, but that doesn't necessarily mean they are particularly loyal.
After becoming immortals, they are no longer troubled by any resources or restricted by any map. The only thing that can bind them is their emotions, but clearly, those who escaped were not bound by them.
[The boundless void is a place one can go anywhere, and the multiverse is a place one can roam freely.]
Why live and die with a faction?
[Less than two seconds after their figures disappeared, a cold snort was heard from among tens of thousands of giants in the starry sky.]
However, in the blink of an eye, those who had escaped through the shattered void, and those who had entered special dimensions through the laws of the Dao, were brought back to the Yantian Palace, their bodies bound hand and foot, their Dao source power locked away.
Want to escape?
You chuckled softly to yourself.
[The immortals surrounding the entire Yantian Palace are products of the Immortal Cloud Heaven, your personal escort team: 36,000 Luo Tian Immortals!]
Although these 36,000 immortals, calculated according to the time of the Light Dust Source Soup, had an average ascension time of less than eight years, each of them achieved the status of a Universe Lord in the Immortal Cloud Heaven.
[On average, they possess a thousand essences, and their Dao Fruits are generally above the tenth Dao Principle. Upon entering the Light Dust Source Soup, they can replicate four Dao Principles per year.]
Currently, everyone has at least 50 points of Dao principles, which, including their essence, amounts to 50,000 Dao power. Some who have comprehended Dao principles that overlap with those of the Immortal Cloud Heaven possess 200 points of Dao principles!
Furthermore, the types of Dao principles they comprehended and replicated were all different.
This allows their 36,000 immortals to form a remarkably perfect formation, capable of countering and suppressing the vast majority of Dao principles when working together. They possess both sophisticated mechanisms and impressive numerical values.
[Although he has only been in the industry for eight years, he can already defeat ancient gods with millions of Dao principles, such as the Lord of the Star River.]
Speaking of the Lord of the Galaxy... well, let's talk about him later.
Yun Shou: "..."
At this moment, thirty thousand colossal gods blotted out the starry sky, and the immortals of Yantian Palace trembled in fear.
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