Impacting the Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm, Thunder Immortal Palace Experts Shocked
"Luo Chuan was able to fight the Blood God Child at the early stage of the Jingnie Realm because of his own seven-colored origin and heaven-defying courage. Even if you take his magic weapon, it will not bridge the gap between your realm and Long Panzi's. On the contrary, it will backfire and anger the Extreme Realm fortune hidden in Luo Chuan's destiny."
Lu Fuzi's face turned pale and then red. The old man guarding the pavilion's words exploded in his ears like thunder, instantly sobering him up.
He held a high position of power in the Luotian Star Domain, but the pressure from the Cultivation Alliance made him impatient for quick success and instant benefits. He forgot that the old man who had guarded the pavilion for 70,000 years had long seen through the rise and fall of the star region and the ebb and flow of cultivators.
The old man guarding the pavilion stopped looking at him, sat back down in front of the chessboard, picked up a white piece with his fingertips, and gently placed it on the endgame of the game he had just played against Luo Chuan.
On the chessboard, the white piece spontaneously emitted a faint seven-colored light, echoing the primal aura emanating from Luo Chuan.
"The storms that are bound to come for the Thunder Immortal Palace will eventually come, and Luo Chuan's path is his own to walk."
The old man closed his eyes to rest, his voice as soft as a breeze in the sea of clouds, "All we can do is wait and see."
"If he can weather this storm of bloodshed, perhaps... this eternally silent Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm will truly welcome a second person who can rewrite the destiny of the universe."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Scripture Depository fell silent again, with only the faint, seven-colored light on the chessboard flickering quietly, giving people an unimaginable sense of oppression.
Lu Fuzi shook his head dejectedly and said nothing more. With a flash, he disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Back in his room, Luo Chuan closed his eyes to rest, recalling what he had seen in the Scripture Depository, and his mood became calm.
After all, having possessed the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm, he already knew the drawbacks of the later stages of the Extreme Realm. Over the years, he had cultivated the Extreme Realm Divine Sense countless times, but all of them ended in failure.
As for the initial intent and the Dao intent, Luo Chuan has already gained some understanding of these two, but the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm cannot fundamentally improve his strength.
"Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm... If I could reach the nine-colored level, I'm afraid I would be able to fight even the Blood God Child."
In the previous battle, Luo Chuan had used the Extreme Realm to fight against the Blood God Child, but the Blood God Child was so powerful that the Extreme Realm of Divine Sense could not pose any threat to him at all.
If one's divine sense were to reach the Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm, even the Blood God Child, with his strength, probably wouldn't dare to take it head-on.
As night deepened, the clouds above Thunder Immortal Palace churned.
Luo Chuan sat cross-legged on the futon, his body surrounded by a continuous flow of seven-colored light, making the entire quiet room look like a crystal world. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as knives.
"Since progress becomes extremely difficult in the later stages of the Extreme Realm, then... we must break through and rebuild!"
The moment he finished speaking, Luo Chuan formed hand seals, and the divine power within his body surged wildly into the seven-colored source deep within his sea of consciousness, like boiling magma.
Boom!
At the same time as the deafening roar, a world-shaking sound erupted from the depths of the Thunder Immortal Palace.
In an instant, a seven-colored beam of light shot into the sky from the palace, piercing through the clouds and tearing through the layers of night.
The light spread across the night sky, interwoven with seven colors, as dazzling as a rainbow bridge spanning the heavens, dyeing the entire sky above the Thunder Immortal Palace with shimmering brilliance.
Within a radius of a thousand miles from the Thunder Immortal Palace, all cultivators were simultaneously shaken to their core.
"That's... the Light of the Extreme Realm?!"
The old man in the Sunie Realm stage, who was meditating in his cave, suddenly opened his eyes. In a flash, he appeared in the void, staring intently at the seven-colored rainbow that stretched across the sky in the distance, his pupils contracting sharply.
"Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm... Someone has cultivated to the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm?!"
"Wrong!"
Another exclamation rang out. It came from a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe, his face grave. "This isn't a sign of just entering the seventh tier! This is... this is someone attempting to break through to a higher level!"
The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire territory of the Thunder Immortal Palace. Streams of light rose from all directions, and countless cultivators stood in mid-air, gazing at the seven-colored pillar of light with eyes full of horror and awe.
"Above the seven colors... is that the legendary Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm?"
"Impossible!"
An old cultivator's voice trembled as he exclaimed, "Throughout history, those who have reached the Nine Colors are few and far between, beings capable of rewriting destiny! When did the Thunder Immortal Palace produce such a figure?!"
"That's the direction of the Thunder Immortal Palace!" Someone recognized the location where the pillar of light had risen, their voice filled with disbelief. "That junior who just joined the Thunder Immortal Palace?!"
"Jingnie Realm cultivator dares to attempt to reach the Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm? Has he gone mad?!"
The discussions surged like a tide; some exclaimed in amazement, some questioned, and many more held their breath, staring intently at the ever-brightening seven-colored beam of light.
Inside the Scripture Depository, the old man guarding it had stood up at some point, his hands behind his back, standing by the window. His cloudy eyes reflected the colorful light in the distance, and a rare hint of emotion appeared on his aged face.
"Seven-colored origin, defying the heavens..." The old man guarding the pavilion murmured to himself, his hand stroking his beard trembling slightly, "This kid, is he really going to... take that path?"
Lu Fuzi appeared on another high pavilion in the Thunder Immortal Palace. His face was ashen, but a complex look flashed in his eyes.
"Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm... So, he didn't even use his full strength in his battle with the Blood God Child that day."
Lu Fuzi muttered to himself, a hint of bitterness in his voice, and said indifferently, "That old man guarding the pavilion is right, this boy is indeed destined for great fortune..."
The seven-colored pillar of light grew even more intense, and its dazzling radiance began to slowly rotate, forming a huge vortex in the night sky.
Deep within the vortex, a ninth color was quietly brewing, though only a faint wisp, it exuded a suffocating pressure.
That was... the aura of nine colors!
Countless cultivators were shaken to their core, almost to the point of kneeling down.
However, at that moment, a muffled explosion came from the center of the beam of light.
The spinning seven-colored vortex suddenly stopped, the ninth color trembled violently a few times, and then vanished like a burst bubble.
The seven-colored beam of light swayed wildly, and its radiance dimmed at a visible speed.
Pfft!
Inside the quiet room, Luo Chuan's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, which splattered onto the ground in front of him, a shocking sight.
His face was ashen, his aura was chaotic, his mind was in turmoil, and excruciating pain swept over his entire body like a tidal wave.
"Did it... fail?"
Luo Chuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gazing at the gradually dissipating seven-colored light, a trace of bitterness and resentment flashing in his eyes.
Outside, countless cultivators watched the rapidly dissipating phenomenon, initially in deathly silence, then erupting in earth-shattering sighs and discussions.
"It failed..."
"To break through to the Nine Colors is no easy feat. Throughout history, countless geniuses have fallen here."
"What a pity, what a pity... so close, just a little bit short."
"To be able to conjure a nine-colored phantom image, this child is already extraordinary; given time..."