"Dong..."
Across the lands of Fire Province, the Dao Bell rang without end—ancient and weathered, its echoes carrying especially far. Bells sounded in every direction beyond Fire Province as three thousand Dao Bells chimed together.
A hundred rivers flowed into the sea. The Three Thousand Provinces War was about to begin. Ten thousand bells rang throughout heaven and earth; great ancient sects and countless lineages all announced the occasion with bell chimes. This was a grand event for the Three Thousand Dao Provinces and even the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
On this day, the lingering bells cut across mountains and rivers, resounding from tribes deep in the forests to bustling giant cities, from parched deserts to the shores of the vast sea, shaking the entire world.
Void twisted, and hazy dawn light emerged. An old man in a golden Daoist robe stepped out with Shi Hao and Qing Yi, Yuechan's secondary body, gazing toward the distant sky.
"After discussions among the various sects, ten thousand bells have rung together. The grand gathering is about to begin. The glory of this era... the battle of young Supremes is about to unfold. A hundred boats striving, ten thousand paths competing for supremacy—it is coming."
The old man sighed, then turned to the two beside him. "Your talents are both excellent, but unfortunately, you lack extraordinary treasure flames.
"You do not have a suitable Fire Seed. Once the Three Thousand Provinces War begins, you will surely suffer a great disadvantage. Not to mention those ancient 'number ones' sealed within glaciers and forbidden lands—even the young prodigies of this age will seek rare treasure flames. Once they enter, they will ignite them and become gods. How will you contend with them?"
Shi Hao raised his head and said confidently, "Old Qi, I'm not