The moment the words "Human Emperor Bell" were spoken, Wei Zhenwu and the others' expressions changed drastically.
The title "Human Emperor" carried extraordinary significance for humanity. There were more than twenty imperial dynasties across the Wasteland and countless emperors, yet none dared call themselves the Human Emperor.
Even the Wei family's ancestor, the founder of the Heavenly Desolate Empire who had once united the human race of the Wasteland, had not dared style himself the Human Emperor.
The two words "Human Emperor" bore immense karmic weight. Even for a weapon, few dared casually associate themselves with those words.
"If this bell can break Xuanhe Sect's grand formation today and help the human race of the Wasteland sweep away all demons and devils, bringing peace for ten thousand generations, then it will not have disgraced the title Human Emperor," Gongyang Bo said in shock.
Wei Zhenwu said solemnly, "I fear Wei Fan may not be able to bear such karma. If we can break the formation later, leave none of the demons and devils alive. I hope everything you see and hear today will rot in your stomachs from this day onward."
They already stood at the pinnacle of the Wasteland, yet the collapse of the Dao might be nearing its end. If word reached the outside world, it would inevitably bring monstrous trouble.
Gongyang Bo and the others nodded, their gazes fixed on Wei Fan.
The Golden Bell expanded around Wei Fan, already growing dozens of zhang tall, like a small mountain suspended across the sky.
It continued to expand. Dozens of zhang were far from its limit; even Wei Fan did not know how large the Human Emperor Bell could become.
After all this time, this was his first time displaying the Human Emperor Bell before so many people.