317: Chapter 317 Go quickly and invite the Ancestor!

A flash of cruelty and smugness flickered in Emperor's eyes.

So what if it was the self-detonation of someone in the Golden Immortal Realm?

In the core of this Huangji Immortal Dynasty, he, Emperor, was the true heaven!

Despite the heavy price, with the Imperial Dynasty's Luck being forcibly ground down and consumed by more than ten percent, it was entirely worth it as long as he could obtain the complete dragon seal jade seal!

When the Luck reached Perfection, his Breakthrough to the Golden Immortal rank would be just around the corner, and the Immortal Dynasty would surely usher in an unprecedented peak!

That Su Mo, a mere initial stage True Immortal, would definitely have been reduced to ashes in the center of that destructive storm just now; not even a speck of dust would remain!

He couldn't wait to look up, his Divine Sense sweeping toward the center of the explosion like mercury spreading over the ground, searching for traces of that half of the imperial seal.

Suddenly, his movements, his thoughts, and the smugness on his face froze instantly.

His pupils abruptly contracted to the limit, as if he had seen the most impossible sight in the world.

At the edge of the deep pit, the dust had not yet fully settled, but in that position—the position that should have been the most thoroughly destroyed—a figure in green robes stood with hands behind his back, his entire body untainted by a single speck of dust, not even a strand of hair out of place.

On Su Mo's face, there was even a faint, comfortable smile, as if he had just finished enjoying a decent fireworks display.

He was not only alive, but... unharmed.

“How is this possible?!”

Emperor let out a low, lost roar, his voice distorted by extreme shock and a certain creeping fear.

He had personally experienced the power of that self-detonation; it was by no means fake!

How could a True Immortal survive such destruction?

Even the corner of his clothes wasn't torn?

Could it be... could it be that this junior had hidden his strength?

That he was even more powerful than a Golden Immortal?!

This absurd thought made his heart race wildly, almost to the point of suffocation.

But something that shattered his worldview even further, sending a chill from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, happened next.

Su Mo slowly raised his right hand.

Snap.

A crisp snap of the fingers.

The moment the sound fell, a complete and intact figure clearly appeared before Su Mo once again.

It was precisely the Fallen Immortal Golden Immortal who had just self-detonated.

The lingering resonance of the previous moment's self-detonation still remained on Fu Tianming's face, and his body trembled.

“Little friend...”

Fu Tianming's voice was dry and hoarse:

“Next time you want me to self-detonate, could you please ask for my opinion first?”

Hearing this, Su Mo seemed to consider it quite seriously, then nodded, his tone as calm as if they were discussing what to have for dinner:

“Sure, I'll pay attention next time. Then this time...”

“Will you do it yourself? Don't hesitate, I'm watching. Otherwise... I'll have to help you personally.”

The words “help you personally” sounded like a death warrant in Fu Tianming's ears.

His whole body jolted, and that bit of residual protest and fear was instantly ignited, turning into a raging fury that desperately needed to be vented.

He turned his head abruptly, his crimson gaze like the sharpest of knives, cutting toward the culprit across the deep pit who had put him in such a predicament!

It was all because of this fellow who didn't know the height of the heavens!

Against Su Mo, he was powerless to resist, and he didn't even dare to let his resentment be too obvious.

But against Emperor... the Aura around Fu Tianming's body suddenly became violent.

“Ant...”

“Today, this seat shall definitely... extract your Soul and refine your spirit, and suppress you in the Nine Serchen forever!!”

Fu Tianming's hoarse roar was still echoing over the ruins when his entire being transformed into a bolt of pitch-black lightning that tore through the Void Realm, carrying a desperate killing intent to perish together as he charged straight at Emperor!

In the core of this imperial palace, suppressed by the vast National Luck and the Dragon Vein's Earthen Qi, his Golden Immortal rank cultivation could at most display thirty to forty percent of its power.

Ordinary Immortal arts and Divine Abilities had their effects greatly reduced here.

But the strongest Move was precisely the one that required the least fine control, the purest, and the most violent—self-detonation.

If once wasn't enough, then twice!

“Die for this seat!”

The crimson light in Fu Tianming's eyes flashed explosively, and in an instant, he had charged within a hundred zhang of Emperor, giving Emperor no chance to catch his breath or regroup, expanding once again in a violent manner.

Emperor had barely recovered from the shock of Su Mo's survival and Fu Tianming's resurrection on the spot when he saw that black-robed madman charging over again with the momentum of mutual destruction. He was instantly scared out of his wits; how could he dare to take it head-on?

“Madman! They're all madmen!”

He roared, retreating frantically regardless of his status, while simultaneously invoking the Imperial Dynasty's Luck at any cost, laying down one heavy golden barrier after another in front of him.

BOOM!!!

The second self-detonation bloomed violently, even closer to Emperor!

The destructive grey-black ripples swept through again, and the golden barriers shattered and dissolved layer by layer.

Emperor's body shook violently, and he spat out another mouthful of pale gold blood, his face turning from pale to an unhealthy waxen yellow. He could clearly perceive that the Immortal Dynasty's Luck had once again been severely shaved off by a large chunk!

This wasn't over yet!

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had dissipated, that despair-inducing pitch-black mist condensed beside Su Mo once more.

Fu Tianming resurrected for the third time, completely intact. The madness and frustration in his eyes were even greater. Without a word, carrying an even more surging anger, he charged at Emperor once again!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next dozen or so breaths became the most terrifying and absurd nightmare Emperor had ever experienced in his life.

That black-robed Fallen Immortal seemed to have become some kind of immortal monster, charging up again and again, and boldly self-detonating at close range time after time!

With every self-detonation, the power did not diminish in the slightest; in fact, because of Fu Tianming's accumulated anger and frustration, each time was even more violent and more resolute than the last!

Emperor could only passively and pathetically retreat, constantly consuming the Imperial Dynasty's Luck—which should have been as solid as an iron fortress—to defend himself.

Large swathes of the imperial palace's halls and gardens were turned to powder in the successive explosions, the ground was plowed into deep, bottomless ravines, and spatial cracks covered the sky like ugly scars.

The vast Luck of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty, which had accumulated for tens of thousands of years and was originally at its zenith, almost condensing into substance, was now like snow under a scorching sun, rapidly melting and dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In a short period, the loss of Luck had already approached half!

The Immortal Dynasty's Foundation was shaken, and even the Spiritual Qi above the entire Imperial Capital began to become turbulent. Some Formations and Restrictions that relied on the National Luck began to flicker or even fail.

“Pfft—!”

Emperor was hit by the aftershocks of the explosion again, his protective Dragon Qi nearly collapsing, his dragon robes torn in many places, and his Aura withered to the extreme. Finally, uncontrollable alarm and despair appeared in his eyes.

If this continued, even without the opponent taking direct action, once the Immortal Dynasty's Luck was exhausted, he, as the Emperor, would immediately suffer a backlash; a massive drop in cultivation would be the least of his problems!

No! He absolutely could not sit and wait for death!

Taking advantage of the gap between yet another self-detonation, Emperor turned his head abruptly and sent a shrill and frantic Soul transmission to Crown Prince Immortal Emperor, who had long been frightened pale and nearly paralyzed by this world-destroying scene in the distance:

“Wuji!! Go invite the Old Ancestor!! Immediately!! Light the Reverse Dragon Incense! Quickly!!!”