565: Chapter 565 Three Immortals Surround and Kill, A Battle to Test the Sword

Less than half an hour after the Chaos Dao Palace had sailed past the border of the desolate Tian Yuan Star Domain, the ship spirit's voice came through.

"My Lord, three True Immortal Rank auras have been detected ahead, approaching at high speed."

Shen Yuanmo did not open his eyes; the Chaos Return to Origin Profound Truth was still slowly circulating within his body.

Every cycle deepened his control over this newborn Chaos Immortal Body.

"Distance?"

"Seven hundred million li. At their speed, they will arrive within a quarter of an hour."

"Cultivation level?"

The ship spirit paused for a moment: "All three are at the True Immortal Perfection stage."

Only then did Shen Yuanmo open his eyes.

Three True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivators; they had come quickly.

Shen Yuanmo had long anticipated this. The day he condensed the First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth, the fluctuations had leaked out for eighty million li, attracting the prying Divine Sense of seventeen True Immortal Rank Cultivators.

Those who could stay lurking in this area until now were either bold enough or had sufficient strength.

Three True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivators attacking simultaneously—in the Tian Yuan Star Domain, this was a world-destroying level of combat power.

Placed in the Central Galaxy, this would likely be the first battle of real significance that Shen Yuanmo would encounter.

"ship spirit."

"Yes."

"Do not interfere."

The other end of the communication was silent for two breaths.

"My Lord, the three opponents are all at the True Immortal Perfection stage. Although with your current—"

"I said do not interfere."

Shen Yuanmo stood up from the prayer mat and stretched his limbs.

The sensation of the spiritual power circulating within his Chaos Immortal Body still felt somewhat unfamiliar.

This unfamiliarity needed to be eliminated through actual combat.

Deductions on paper were ultimately just empty talk.

He needed an answer forged through battle.

Two quarters of an hour later, in the Void Realm in front of the Chaos Dao Palace, three beams of light blocked the path.

The person on the left was entirely enveloped in bronze-colored spiritual power, with a rough and heavy aura; at a glance, he was an old monster who followed the path of a Body Cultivator.

The one in the middle wore a dark robe, with six blood-colored Flying Swords suspended behind him, each emitting dao rhyme fluctuations of the True Immortal Rank.

On the right was an old woman with gray hair, her spiritual power restrained, making her the hardest to gauge.

The bronze Body Cultivator spoke first, his voice spreading across a million li.

"Person in the flying boat, come out."

Shen Yuanmo did not let the ship spirit respond; he stepped out of the cabin in one stride.

He passed directly through the Restriction on the outer wall of the flying boat and stepped onto the Void Realm.

The three True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivators exchanged glances.

The dark-robed Sword Cultivator looked Shen Yuanmo up and down, then let out a cold laugh first.

"Twenty days ago, there was a large-scale Law fluctuation in this Star Domain, with a scale exceeding a hundred million li. We three tracked it here; for what reason, you tell us yourself."

Shen Yuanmo scrutinized the three people in front of him.

His Divine Sense, nearing the True Immortal Perfection stage, had already scanned the details of the three as soon as they approached.

The bronze Body Cultivator was a True Immortal Early Stage, with a formidable Physical Body but rough spiritual power manipulation, and a Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

The dark-robed Sword Cultivator was at the peak of the True Immortal Perfection stage; among the six Flying Swords, two were of high quality, also possessing a Seventh Grade Profound Truth.

The gray-haired old woman was at the peak of the True Immortal Perfection stage, with a Fourth Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

"What scale of Law fluctuation?" Shen Yuanmo retorted.

"Playing dumb?" The bronze Body Cultivator grew impatient.

"This desolate Star Domain has never had any incidents in ten million years."

"After the fluctuation twenty days ago, your flying boat was the only one within several billion li. If you are not the one involved, then who is?"

Shen Yuanmo did not speak.

He was estimating.

What level of strength a peak True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivator with a Fourth Grade Profound Truth was roughly equivalent to.

There were plenty of combat models in the Immortal King Beichen database to refer to, but models were, after all, just models.

"Junior, do not waste our patience."

The gray-haired old woman finally spoke, her voice hoarse, filled with biting killing intent.

"Hand over your Opportunity, and we will leave your corpse intact."

"And if I don't?"

The old woman laughed. The smile was hideous.

"Then there will be no need to leave even a corpse."

The moment her voice fell, the six blood-colored Flying Swords unsheathed simultaneously.

The dark-robed Sword Cultivator did not engage in unnecessary pleasantries; Cultivators in the Central Galaxy were decisive, and once the nonsense was finished, they would strike.

Six streaks of blood-colored light traced arcs, sealing off all of Shen Yuanmo's escape routes from six tricky angles.

At the same time, the bronze Body Cultivator struck his fists together, and layers of bronze-colored immortal spiritual power covered his entire body like armor.

He transformed into a stream of light, crashing over from the front.

The two cooperated tacitly; the Sword Cultivator blocked the path, the Body Cultivator charged the formation, one after another, timing the difference to break the formation perfectly.

The gray-haired old woman held back to suppress the formation, not rushing to act.

Shen Yuanmo stood still.

When the six Flying Swords were still ten thousand li away, he finally raised his hand.

One finger.

At his fingertip, the spiritual power of the chaos dao embryo extended out of his body, condensing in the Void Realm into a gray point of light the size of a fist.

The point of light was colorless, formless, and imageless; it was the external projection of the First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth, Chaos Return to Origin, after being compressed to the extreme.

The six Flying Swords touched that point of light simultaneously.

And then, there was no then.

The moment the blood-colored sword light touched the gray point of light.

The immortal spiritual power on the swords, the immortal dao rules containing the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

And even the material texture that constituted the Flying Swords themselves, all were stripped away, decomposed, and dissolved.

In one-ten-thousandth of a breath, the six Flying Swords turned into six clusters of disordered immortal dao rules fragments, and in the next instant, they were swallowed up by the gray point of light.

Not even a trace remained.

The dark-robed Sword Cultivator's face turned pale.

"My sword—"

Before he could react, the bronze Body Cultivator, charging in the lead, had already crashed in front of Shen Yuanmo.

The force of the punch had arrived.

The fist had not.

Shen Yuanmo reached out, spread his five fingers, and grasped that fist covered in bronze immortal armor.

The moment his palm closed, the spiritual power circuits of the Chaos Immortal Body along his entire arm operated at full speed.

The power unleashed by the Body Cultivator was caught, dissipated, and transformed by his palm.

The bronze Body Cultivator's expression changed.

His fist was being gripped; a junior at the True Immortal Early Stage had held his full-force punch at the True Immortal Perfection stage with one hand.

"Not bad strength." Shen Yuanmo commented, his tone very serious.

In the next instant, he raised his other hand, also with one finger, and tapped it on the bronze Body Cultivator's chest.

There were no earth-shattering collision fluctuations.

The First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth, the moment it touched the opponent's immortal body, pierced directly through the immortal dao rules defense woven by the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth, tearing a hole in the Body Cultivator's immortal body.

The bronze Body Cultivator let out a muffled groan, his entire body flying backward.

He flew eight million li before he could barely steady his figure, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

One finger.

Just one finger.

The gray-haired old woman's expression finally changed.

It was not shock, but regret.

She regretted not leaving at the first Opportunity.

"Who on earth are you?"

Shen Yuanmo did not answer this question.

He twisted his neck and stretched his wrists.

The power feedback from the Chaos Immortal Body was even smoother than he had expected.

Just now, with that catch and tap, he had roughly grasped how great the gap was between the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth and the First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

The gap was so large that there was no comparison.

The immortal dao rules of the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth were no different from a sieve in front of the First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

Shen Yuanmo's Chaos Return to Origin Profound Truth could suppress and eliminate all immortal dao rules defenses built by lower-grade Profound Truths.

This was the terrifying aspect of the First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth.

One in an eternity was not just an adjective.

Shen Yuanmo's gaze fell on the gray-haired old woman.

"You are the only one left."

The old woman's spiritual power surged instantly, and the light of the Fourth Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth burst out from between her brows, condensing around her into a wall of immortal dao rules.

Compared to the Seventh Grade Profound Truth, the Fourth Grade immortal dao rules were more than one level higher.

At the very least, it was visible to the naked eye that the gaps between the immortal dao rules patterns were much smaller.

But there were still gaps.

Shen Yuanmo stepped forward.

The chaos dao fetus dharma idol rose behind him.

The moment the dharma idol opened its eyes, the Chaos Domain spread outward with Shen Yuanmo as the center.

Wherever the Domain passed, the immortal dao rules built by the Fourth Grade Profound Truth were degraded into primitive rule particles.

The injured bronze Body Cultivator did not even have time to struggle; his immortal dao rules were stripped away layer by layer within the Chaos Domain.

His cultivation level fell from the True Immortal Perfection stage to the True Immortal Late Stage, and then slid from the Late Stage to the Middle Stage.

"No!"

The bronze Body Cultivator let out a desperate scream.

The dark-robed Sword Cultivator was smarter than him and turned to run immediately.

But the expansion speed of the Chaos Domain far exceeded the extreme escape speed of a True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivator.

The Sword Cultivator had run less than three million li when the edge of the Chaos Domain caught up to his heels.

The protective spiritual power of the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth collapsed within the Domain, just like paper.

Two Seventh Grade True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivators could not last ten breaths within the Chaos Domain.

Only the gray-haired old woman was still resisting.

The immortal dao rules of the Fourth Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth dissolved slowly within the Chaos Domain, but the dissolution speed was several times slower than that of the Seventh Grade.

The old woman gritted her teeth and mobilized all her foundation; the wall of immortal dao rules shattered and condensed layer after layer, barely maintaining itself from being assimilated.

"Not bad." Shen Yuanmo said, the quality gap between the Seventh Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth and the Fourth Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth indeed existed.

But that was all.

He raised his hand.

A second gray point of light condensed at his fingertip, and the point of light landed on the old woman's wall of immortal dao rules.

"Shatter."

The old woman's wall of immortal dao rules cracked outward from the point of contact.

The cracks spread rapidly with astonishing momentum.

The old woman desperately tried to repair it, but for every place she repaired, three new cracks appeared.

Three breaths later, the old woman's wall of immortal dao rules completely collapsed.

The old woman fell backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with golden light.

The Chaos Domain retracted; three True Immortal Perfection stage Cultivators, two dead and one crippled, from beginning to end, it took no more than twenty breaths.

Shen Yuanmo withdrew his dharma idol.

He finally had an intuitive understanding of his combat power.

True Immortal Perfection stage, below the Third Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth, posed no threat.

Then what about True Immortals possessing Third Grade and Second Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truths, and Immortal Kings above the True Immortals?

Shen Yuanmo lowered his hand; after finishing this battle, a new itch instead emerged.

The Chaos Dao Palace approached from afar.

"My Lord, is it over?"

"It is over."

"That gray-haired Cultivator still has a lingering breath; should I finish her off with a sword?"

Shen Yuanmo glanced at the dying old woman and suddenly changed his mind.

"Keep her alive; ask her in which direction the nearest Immortal King rank force in the hinterland of the Central Galaxy is."

The ship spirit was silent for a long while.

"My Lord... you wouldn't be thinking of finding an Immortal King to test your skills, would you?"

Shen Yuanmo did not answer.

He walked back to the cabin and sat cross-legged.

The rhythm of the Chaos Return to Origin Profound Truth circulating within his body accelerated a bit.

Although the battle just now was short, it provided combat-level data for the operation of the Profound Truth.

The First Grade Immortal Dao Profound Truth needed actual combat to hone it; the stronger the opponent, the faster the honing.

The True Immortal Perfection stage was no longer enough.

Then he would look higher.