Clang, clang, clang!
Lu Xuanji activated the Bell of Death. The mysteries of death erupted, the laws of death swept forth, and the void twisted slightly. The aura of death surged across a radius of ten thousand miles, while the bell's deathly waves radiated wisps of destruction, as if they would suppress everything and annihilate everything.
The power of this immortal artifact had been activated to its utmost limit, as if it could erupt at any moment.
The artifact spirit was also awakening, entering its peak state.
Lu Xuanji activated the great bell. Its ringing carried despair, the intent of destruction, and boundless killing intent.
If he reached a moment of despair, a desperate situation, he would not mind burning his bloodline and blood-sacrificing the great bell, transforming it into terrifying destructive power. At that point, even a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator could be severely injured or even killed.
But the price paid was also enormous. He might be completely annihilated.
Yet life offered no choice. Without fighting to the death, one could never rise above the masses.
In his previous life, when a certain company had just grown powerful, capital would come knocking to acquire it. If one refused to be harvested, all kinds of sinister methods would be used to strike at it until one was driven into bankruptcy.
Likewise, when a certain great nation had only just shown the potential to grow powerful, all kinds of attacks would come. They might force it to sign some Plaza Accord, sanction a high-tech enterprise, or provoke trade friction. They would never rest until that great nation had been torn apart.
The Cultivation World was even more cruel and cold-blooded.
When Xu Muyun advanced to the Dao Integration Realm, she would threaten the interests of certain people. Would they give up