An Uproar
Apart from the Grand Elder was in seclusion, he was the strongest in the entire Azure Cloud Sword Sect, yet he was actually repelled by the protective aura emanating from the body of a six-year-old child?!
Boom!
Before Chen Changqing could react, a strange change suddenly occurred directly above the power transmission platform!
The Bronze Ancient Bell, covered in thick patina and silent for a thousand years, trembled violently after sensing the Yin-Yang Dao Rhythm emanating from Chen Fan's body.
"Thump!!"
The first chime of the bell, ancient and vast, sounded like Primordial Gods and Demons knocking on the gates of heaven.
Wherever the sound wave passed, the True Essence within the bodies of hundreds of children in the square instantly froze. Everyone, including Li Tianyu, had their knees buckle and were all pressed to the ground by this immense pressure, their faces pale and blood flowing from their mouths and noses.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Immediately afterwards, the bells tolled like a sudden downpour, striking wildly on their own without any external impact!
With each chime, a layer of the thick green patina on the Bronze Ancient Bell crumbles off.
By the seventh sound, the millennia-old patina had completely turned to ashes, revealing its true form, warm and smooth as jade, engraved with the constellations of the heavens and the image of a divine sword slaying demons.
A vast and dazzling azure-gold Immortal Light shot into the sky, tearing apart the leaden clouds stretching for thousands of miles above Setting Sun Mountain!
Thump! Thump! Thump!!
The ninth long cry faded away.
Nine sounds converge into one, the Heavenly Bell's last echo!
The entire Azure Cloud Mountain Range, stretching for three thousand miles, emitted a roar like a dragon's cry from its thirty-six spiritual peaks and earth veins. The mountains shook, and the protective array of the mountains activated on its own at this moment, Light Screen the surrounding area as bright as day!
"The Heavenly Bell... rings nine times?!"
The elder slumped to the ground, muttering to himself in a daze.
"In the three thousand years since our patriarch established the sect, only when our patriarch attained enlightenment and Ascension did this sound seven times... nine times... This is a celestial Sword Immortal descending, all laws paying homage to its source!"
"Tear!"
A ten-zhang-long, pitch-black crack was forcibly torn open in the Void to the side of the platform by a withered, ghostly hand.
The Grand Elder Mo Wendao, who was in seclusion in an ancient cave in the back mountain and whose lifespan was nearing its end, didn't even have time to activate his Escape Light and practically tumbled out of the Void.
His hempen clothes were tattered and tattered, exuding an aura of impending death, but his deep-set old eyes blazed with a chillingly intense light.
"Who? Who triggered the Heavenly Bell tolling nine times?!"
Mo Wendao's voice was hoarse and shrill, and his Divine Thought transformed into a violent storm that swept across the entire White Jade Plaza.
The next instant, his Divine Thought was fixed firmly on the very center of the storm.
That six-year-old child in white.
At this moment, Chen Fan was completely enveloped by a layer of solidified black and white aura.
Now that the restriction had collapsed, Chen Fan decided to stop suppressing his feelings.
He closed his eyes slightly, and the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" in his Sea of Consciousness circulated rapidly. A terrifying will at the level of Martial God descended, suppressing the almost berserk Golden Core spirit and reversing and contracting it inward as if it were his own arm.
The raging storm suddenly stopped.
However, Chen Fan's small body floated in Void, half a foot above the ground, without any magical artifacts to support him.
The black and white Dao light flowed slowly through his meridians like ripples on water. His originally cracked skin was instantly restored to its original state under the nourishment of the ever-renewing Taiji Dao Rhythm, becoming as clear and translucent as Ten-Thousand-Year Black Jade.
Under the scrutiny of Mo Wendao and Chen Changqing, whose divine senses were capable of piercing through illusions, they clearly saw through Chen Fan's Qi Sea and Dantian.
In the center of the young child's fragile Dantian, a fist-sized inner core floated silently.
The inner core is clearly distinguished by its black and white color, flawless and pure. Naturally, it manifests the vast and wondrous phenomena of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, stars, and the four seas and eight wastelands, with pure and supremely pure chains of law jubilantly surrounding it.
Immaculate Golden Core!
Third-Tier Golden Core Great Perfection!!
Boom!
This thought struck like a bolt from the blue, hitting the top of the head of the Grand Elder, Chen Changqing, and Mo Wendao.
Six years old?
Immaculate Golden Core?!
Looking at the ancient records of the entire Cangwu Cultivation Realm, even the descendants of Mahayana True Immortals in Ancient Times could only barely Bone Tempering Qi Refining at the age of six!
For the past six years, what kind of terrifying being have they regarded as a prodigy who failed to live up to his potential?!
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
In those clear, innocent eyes, the left eye was like a dark Abyss, Annihilation; the right eye was like the rising sun, brimming with vitality.
As his gaze swept across the plaza, the flow of spiritual energy seemed to be manipulated at will.
"Ugh, what a hassle."
Chen Fan's youthful voice rang out in the deathly silent square, carrying a hint of incongruous vicissitude and helplessness.
He bent down and patted off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, then lightly landed back on the prayer mat, casually stuffing the half-eaten Hundred-Spirit Crisp into his mouth and chewing it.
"Elder, I told you to slow down! Now look what's happened, the bell has been damaged."
The Old Zhang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
The entire room fell silent.
Li Tianyu lay on the ground, his eyes glazed over, drool dripping from his mouth. His Dao Heart had been utterly shattered before this unbelievable scene.
Chen Changqing's lips were bluish-purple, his whole body was trembling, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He wanted to hug her but dared not, and even wondered if he was still trapped in some kind of mental illusion.
Standing at the highest point, the Grand Elder Mo Wendao, whose lifespan was nearing its end, stared intently at the Dao patterns on the Immaculate Golden Core Elixir.
Suddenly, this man, who had lived for hundreds of years and was the true pillar of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, convulsed violently a few times in his throat and, in front of hundreds of elders, deacons, and disciples present, bent his knees heavily.
"Thump!"
Mo Wendao knelt on the ground as if a mountain of gold and a jade pillar had collapsed, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold white jade slab, tears streaming down his face, and he cried out hoarsely:
"At six years old, pure and unblemished, the Heavenly Bell tolls nine times... Heaven has shown mercy, the Qingyun Sect shall surely prosper!!"
He raised his head, his eyes filled with fanaticism and awe, his voice trembling with heart-wrenching pain, staring intently at the young child biting into a snack:
"Mo Wendao, the unworthy ninth-generation disciple of Qingyun, may I ask, Young Sect Master... are you the reincarnation of our founding patriarch?!"
Chen Fan sighed inwardly at the troublesome situation.
Recognizing the ancestral master?
If he agrees, Chen Changqing will have to kneel and kowtow three times and nine times whenever he sees him. The Qingyun Sect will be filled with nothing but incense and reverence, with no trace of human warmth left.
The "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" cultivates the bonds of the mortal world, using this body to absorb the affection between father and son Life Force of the People to fill the void in the Main Divine Kingdom far away in the starry sky.
Once this causal chain is broken, this clone will be useless.
Chen Fan chewed the crumbs in his mouth, the deep, fiery light in his eyes quietly dissipating, replaced by a pure and innocent expression.
He sniffed, stretched out his chubby short hand, and grabbed Chen Changqing's wide sleeve, which was soaked with cold sweat.
"Dad, this old man is so fierce, why is he kneeling before me?"
The child's clear, childlike voice, neither too loud nor too soft, exploded like a thunderclap in the deathly silent square.
Chen Changqing suddenly shuddered.