Secret Solar Inheritance

Countless dazzling golden spiritual treasures streaked toward him like fiery meteors, moving at incredible speed!

Traveling alongside those spiritual treasures were thousands upon thousands of cultivators and Daoists.

From afar, they looked like dense clusters of tiny black dots.

Overbearing, majestic dharma power surged ahead. It seemed several Grandmasters were fighting fiercely over some spiritual treasure, stirring thunderous roars and churning winds and clouds.

"Damn it, what kind of rotten luck have I run into?!"

Xu Yan's gaze darkened, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He hurriedly controlled the Literary Gold Shuttle, fleeing at top speed like a bolt of lightning.

Whoosh—

The two spiritual apertures within Xu Yan were pushed nearly to their limits, pouring all their spiritual power into controlling the Literary Gold Shuttle.

A high-grade magical artifact could flee incredibly fast, but it consumed spiritual power at an equally terrifying rate!

Xu Yan's black robes snapped in the wind, his black hair whipping wildly about as he rode the shuttle through the towering ancient forest.

Yet those spiritual treasures in the sky were far faster than Xu Yan. They hummed through the heavens, tearing apart the clouds. Golden light blazed as they spread a long golden canopy across the high sky!

They grew faster and faster, drawing ever closer to Xu Yan.

The foremost spiritual treasure was the most eye-catching of all: an enormous ancient bell as tall as a small mountain. Bronze in color and covered in rust, it appeared somewhat dilapidated. Intricate archaic inscriptions were carved across its surface, radiating a dim, somber glow.

The Taihao Emperor Bell!

It looked utterly unremarkable, no different from the many ancient bells of Great Yin aside from its larger size. Yet the bell toll that had shaken the Ten-Thousand Mang Mountains earlier had come from this very object.

Its power exceeded all imagination.

Several Grandmasters were fighting fiercely over it as well.

Nangong Wenqiu's purple robes billowed as she rode the clouds and mist. Narrowing her eyes, she fixed her gaze upon the Taihao Emperor Bell. Her escape speed suddenly surged. She curled her palm and unleashed vast dharma power, reaching for the Emperor Bell!

"Benefactor Nangong, you must not." The old monk from Heavenly Treasure Temple spoke calmly. With a flick of his kasaya, a gigantic Buddhist seal descended in an instant, forcefully scattering Nangong Wenqiu's dharma power.

Her delicate brows rose sharply. Glancing sideways, she said in an icy voice, "You bald old donkey, you seek death!"

As she spoke, lightning coiled around her two fingers. Terrifying power truly began to gather, and even the space around her fingertips twisted slightly beneath that overbearing dharma power.

At that moment, a streak of stunning sword light instantly slashed toward Nangong Wenqiu's fingers. Startled, she immediately withdrew her attack and dodged away.

That terrifying sword light swept horizontally, and upon striking the earth, effortlessly cleaved a small mountain in half at the waist!

Jiang Qingcheng's sword had been absurdly fast. By the time Nangong Wenqiu looked toward him, his life-bound dharma sword was already sheathed. He stared coldly at Nangong Wenqiu and said sternly, "Nangong Wenqiu, the one in the imperial capital, Dragon City, wants this object. You intend to lay your hands on it too?"

Nangong Wenqiu let out a scornful laugh. Her noble, elegant face showed little concern as she said blandly, "From the Near Ancient era until now, who knew how many dynasties had risen and fallen? Yet my Heavenly Capital Sect still endures in this world. Spiritual treasures under heaven belong to the capable. If the one in Dragon City wants it, tell him to come take it himself. He sends lackeys like you to compete with me—are you even worthy?"

With that, she spread her five fingers, and several bolts of terrifying lightning tore through the void.

Their dharma power was immensely overbearing and incredibly swift, striking directly at the Daoists in every direction!

A terrifying battle erupted in the sky. All three were worldly masters, their cultivation in the "Five Realms of the Mortal World" nearing perfection. With every move, vast dharma power howled forth. Even the shockwaves that spread out were enough to collapse a small mountain, making hearts pound in terror.

Bzzzz—

Even as it sped through the air, the Taihao Emperor Bell continued to tremble, releasing ancient, resonant bell chimes.

The human experts could endure it. But even Demon Kings of the Demon Race could not approach within a hundred zhang.

The three Grandmasters had crossed thousands of li in their struggle for this object!

After flying thousands of li, the Taihao Emperor Bell slowly began to descend.

On the main road through the borderlands, Xu Yan sped along, gasping for breath. He had fled without pause for nearly half a day, yet he still had not shaken off the sea of spiritual treasures in the sky.

The gigantic Taihao Emperor Bell came hurtling toward him, blotting out the sky like a small mountain.

The heavens instantly darkened as though day had turned to night. Xu Yan looked up in shock.

The pitch-black mouth of the bell suddenly plunged downward, like the gaping maw of a great demon.

Boom—

With a tremendous crash, dust and smoke filled the sky. Xu Yan was directly trapped beneath the inverted Taihao Emperor Bell.

From within the mountain-sized ancient bell came furious, coarse curses.

Meanwhile, in the southern part of Mang Mountain.

An inconceivable scene was unfolding amid the mountain ranges.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar in black robes was traveling side by side with a nine-colored centipede with a human face, fleeing swiftly through the mountains.

"Third Senior Brother, you're fucking alive?!" Yan Qing stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief as he blurted out, "Where the hell have you been all these years? How did you end up like this? Why didn't you return to Shangyin?!"

Yan Qing's eyes trembled slightly. Countless questions filled his heart, and he fired them out one after another.

"That is... a long story..." The countless tiny legs of the Nine-Colored Sky Centipede rode clouds and mist. Its human face was deathly pale, revealing a hint of melancholy.

"Then make a long story short!" Yan Qing said.

"Simply put, I was poisoned back then. Knowing my fleshly body would rot away, I seized that centipede's Niwan Palace in one stroke!" Luo Yujing narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly.

"This fucking works too?" Yan Qing's eyes widened like saucers, utterly unable to believe it.

He had only ever heard of the Demon Race possessing human cultivators. This Senior Brother Luo had truly turned the world upside down by possessing a centipede demon instead.

"Enough nonsense. We can talk about that later—run first!" Luo Yujing suddenly cried out.

From the mountain ranges behind them came continuous rumbling sounds, while terrifying demonic aura blotted out the sky.

"You really got the Secret Solar Inheritance?" Yan Qing asked.

"I lay low for years for this very thing." Luo Yujing laughed heartily. "This Li Clan treasure book is lying in my storage pouch right now!"

"Good!" Yan Qing's face lit up with excitement, and he could not help clapping his hands in praise. "Senior Brother, what a fine method!"

Just as their words fell, a wolf's howl that made souls tremble came from the mountains behind them.

A gigantic wolf demon, as huge as a small mountain, came riding the wind with a ferocious expression.

It crossed ten thousand mountains as though treading flat ground, moving as fast as lightning.

"Xiaofengzi!"

Yan Qing and Luo Yujing turned pale with fright, horror filling their faces.

They did not dare slacken for even an instant. They pushed their escape speed to the limit and shot forward with a howl.

Before long, they were nearing the borderlands.

Looking from afar, spiritual treasures and magical artifacts carpeted the ground. A group of cultivators and members of the Demon Race were engaged in fierce battle, their divine ability lights dazzling and blinding.

At the center of the main road, a gigantic ancient bell was the most conspicuous sight. Countless spiritual treasures and precious artifacts flew in circles around it, golden qi rippling like waves and forming a vast vortex of golden qi there.

Quite a few Grandmasters were fighting with dharma arts, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble.

"What is going on here now?!" Luo Yujing stared wide-eyed as he hurriedly transformed into human form.

Behind them, the Wolf King Xiaofengzi had also arrived with thousands upon thousands of demons and monsters. Wherever they passed, demonic mist blotted out the sky, sending chills down the spine.

Seeing this, Yan Qing immediately shouted ahead, "Seniors, stop fighting for now and deal with these Demon Kings first!"

Nangong Wenqiu, Jiang Qingcheng, the old monk of Heavenly Treasure Temple, and the other masters turned back at his words. Their pupils immediately constricted sharply.

Within the southern mountains beyond the borderlands, countless demons and monsters were crossing the mountain ranges and fleeing toward this place.