"Hmm?!"
The many angels turned solemn, steadying their minds as grave expressions crossed their faces. They stared at Xia Ping. They knew that a supreme-grade sacred artifact—even the most ordinary one—was not to be underestimated.
Yet they had never seen this mysterious supreme-grade sacred artifact before. Having never encountered it, they had no way of knowing just how powerful it was, or whether it could pose an enormous threat to them.
In an instant, propelled by the power of creation, the Chaos Bell began to move. It swayed gently above Xia Ping's head, rocking from side to side as it started to tremble.
Although the Chaos Bell was a supreme-grade sacred artifact, ordinarily, even an Ancient Saint could only use the power of creation to unleash a fraction of its might. But the Chaos Bell was Xia Ping's natal artifact, bound to him by blood, as natural to him as his own limbs.
Thus, although he was merely an Ancient Saint, he could use the power of creation to unleash most of the Chaos Bell's might—far beyond what other saints could imagine.
This was the immense difference between a natal artifact and other artifacts.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Driven by the vast power of creation within Xia Ping, the Chaos Bell continued to sway gently. Its frequency was not particularly high, yet with every sway, countless law patterns seemed to emerge across its surface, suffusing the air with streams of origin laws and bursting with boundless radiance that pierced through the void.
The sound of those tremors seemed to resonate with the laws of the universe, sending ripple after ripple spreading out and turning the surrounding void into the surface of a lake.
When the frequency of the tremors reached a certain level, waves of chaotic demonic sound suddenly erupted from