Capítulo 1143: Chapter 644: The Immortals Erge in Full Force
Immortal Twelve Realms!
This is the supre realm that truly stands at the pinnacle of the known cultivation system!
From the opening of Chaos, the birth of beings, countless epochs have passed, civilizations have risen and fallen, billions of talented heroes have streaked across the sky like teors, but the end of cultivation has eternally solidified in these twelve levels.
As for the legendary realm of transcendence that surpasses immortality entirely.
Until now, in the long river of ti of the Endless Immortal Domain, no creature has ever succeeded in crossing the legendary Tribulation of Transcendence and truly stepping into that unknown, imasurable level.
Therefore, in the knowledge of all known existences.
The Immortal Twelve Realms is the end of the path of the Tao.
Existences at such levels have long taken the Body and Dao Integration path to the extre.
They themselves have completely rged with the great Tao they control, becoming the actual source of manifestation and walking symbol of this Tao within Chaos.
Their every move, every breath, even just a thought, naturally guides the vast and unmatched Power of Chaos Origin, containing the might to bring about the birth and destruction of worlds and to return endless stars to ruin.
When Emperor Ziwei and Eternal Silence God Master—these two supre beings at the peak of the twelve realms—engage each other without reservation, the scenes and impacts created cannot be fathod by common sense.
In their conflict’s core area, the vast Chaos Void seems to have transford into a chaotic furnace of Tao Laws.
The order of Yin and Yang is reversed, the foundation of the five elents is crumbling, space structure seems like dough kneaded repeatedly, sotis stretched to infinity, sotis compressed to a singularity.
The river of ti loses its stable flow here, fragnts of light from past, present, and future intersect like shattered mirrors, and are instantly swallowed and obliterated by turbulent currents of energy.
Beneath their feet, each manifests a vast river of the Great Tao, spanning infinite dinsions and ti.
Their figures, lifted by these two great rivers of the Tao, appear imnsely tall yet infinitely small, their very existence piercing through past, present, and future, engraved on every mont of ti.
Every clash of fists and palms, every collision of Dao Rhythm, is not rely a bombardnt of energy, but a fundantal battle and slaughter between two entirely opposite yet pinnacle wills of the Tao!
“Boom!”
Emperor Ziwei throws a punch, with countless star shadows simultaneously bursting into light, transforming into a stellar torrent tearing through eternal darkness, containing an ultimate will, as if to open up a shining star domain within this void.
“Boom!”
Eternal Silence God Master presses down with a palm, darkness at the center collapsing into a final singularity that devours everything, the released Dao Rhythm seeming to draw the stellar torrent, along with its representing existence, into eternal nothingness and silence.
The aftermath of their forces clashing directly shakes the unseen river of ti.
The void reveals the phantom of the river, its waters surging violently, raising towering waves, countless tilines attached to the river, whether strong or weak, are fiercely impacted and disturbed in this mont.
“Immortal Twelve Realms—just their exchange’s aftermath can shake the river of ti?!”
“So terrifying! The power of such existences has completely transcended the scope of our understanding!”
“Can’t see clearly at all! Their battlefield is completely obscured by chaotic space-ti and intertwined Tao laws, we don’t even qualify as spectators!”
So ancient Heavenly Venerables, reaching the Nine Tribulation Level, even those standing at the Half-step Immortal Threshold, feel a profound powerlessness and smallness at this mont.
They exert all their strength, attempting to penetrate layers of chaotic laws and space-ti mist, to glimpse a bit of the scene of the two peak immortals fighting.
However, what they can see is only an incomprehensible, continually being destroyed and reborn chaos of colors, and what they can sense is rely the terrifying aura fluctuations at the battlefield’s edge, that make one’s Divine Soul want to split and Dao Heart unstable.
Just this scattered aftermath has caused many Heavenly Venerates to feel as if on the brink of an abyss, fearing to let their Divine Thought get too close, lest it be affected by the supre Tao’s collision, damaging their Tao Foundation.
anwhile.
Within the limitless territories of the Human Clan.
One after another, imnse ancient forces, dormant for untold epochs and seemingly long silent with Chaos, suddenly revived and surged, as if stones were thrown into a deep pond, rising and stirring!
One!
Two!
Three!
…
A full eight!
Immortal!
Eight ancient immortals of the Human Clan awaken simultaneously at this mont!
Their auras unrestrained, like eight towering Ancient Divine Mountains rising from the ground, opening Chaos, soaring into the sky from various parts of the Human Clan domain, shaking the heavens and stars, intimidating billions of beings.
Countless beings from Immortal Domains and worlds, regardless of cultivation level, are shaken in spirit, and their souls surge with instinctive reverence and fear, under this suddenly descending, seemingly heavenly might pressure.
“Immortal! It’s the aura of our clan’s Immortal Heavenly Venerate!”
“Including Emperor Ziwei, nine immortals in total! My heavens! This is the awakening of all our clan’s existing immortal strength!”
Countless human cultivators, whether presiding over a region or ancient beings in secluded cultivation for years, exclaim in shock at this mont, with their hearts raising tumultuous waves!
It is known that the Human Clan currently openly possesses nine Immortal Heavenly Venerates.
Emperor Ziwei ranks first, serving as the stabilizing force, and the other eight immortals guard the Qi Fortune of the Human Clan.
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