"Only those I kill personally will leave marks on the Myriad Spirits Bell!"
Inside Wei Fan's body, the Myriad Spirits Bell had grown much stronger, its sacred aura becoming ever denser.
Turning his awareness inward, he saw the Zhilan Sect's Second Elder and several Martial Kings from the Zhilan Sect whom he had slain before. He also saw Duan Qingfeng, Yuan Wu, another Qilin Ape, and the first ape demon he had killed.
All of them had turned into shadows upon the Myriad Spirits Bell, posed in kneeling worship. Every one of those shadows belonged to someone he had personally killed.
The ape demon slain by Feng Hua had not appeared on the Myriad Spirits Bell.
"There's another point. The stronger the cultivation, the clearer the shadow after it appears on the Myriad Spirits Bell. As the Myriad Spirits Bell grows stronger, those shadows will become clearer as well."
Those he had killed recently had all been Martial Kings or Demon Kings. Among them, the strongest were Li Tianming and Sun Wu of Huoyun Cave, and their shadows on the Myriad Spirits Bell were also the clearest.
After he killed the Zhilan Sect's Second Elder and the others, as well as Duan Qingfeng, Yuan Wu, and the rest, Li Tianming and Sun Wu's shadows had become noticeably clearer than they had been at first.
He had watched this happen with his own eyes. There was no way he could be mistaken.
Next came Yuan Wu, the peak Demon King. The clarity of his shadow was second only to Li Tianming and Sun Wu's.
"Myriad Spirits Bell, do you want me to kill ten thousand Demon Kings or Martial Kings?"
Wei Fan gazed toward the direction where the demons dwelled. Even if ten thousand Demon Kings lined up and let him