The Chaos Holy Land's disciple recruitment ceremony had finally begun.
The toll of the Chaos Bell reverberated through heaven and earth. Yet it carried no destructive force; instead, it made people increasingly clear-headed, possessing the spirit of a morning bell and evening drum, a resounding blow to the head.
Everyone was immersed in the vast peal of the bell, feeling incomparably tiny, like a single drop of water in the sea.
"This is the Chaos Bell, the number one Imperial Weapon on the Nine Heavens Continent."
"I heard the Chaos Holy Land has more than one Imperial Weapon. The ones I know of include the Immortal Sword, Heavenly Water Bottle, Heaven-Seeking Mirror, Black Dragon Spear, and other Imperial Weapons. It's truly terrifying."
"As long as we join the Chaos Holy Land, we'll be able to swagger sideways from now on."
"Swagger sideways? Are you a crab?"
"Idiot, it's a metaphor."
Before the mountain gate, a group of spirited young men and women stood with eyes shining brightly. Gazing at the Chaos Holy Land before them, their hearts were filled with yearning for the future.
A moment later, as the bell fell silent, the crowd lined up and entered the Chaos Holy Land.
The enormous plaza covered an immense area. It employed the spatial profundity of fitting Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed and a mustard seed within Mount Sumeru. Xiao Yun had done this, after all. The Chaos Holy Land's plaza had limited space, and without doing so, it simply could not have accommodated the huge number of people outside seeking to become disciples.
As the crowd poured into the Chaos Holy Land, the plaza became packed with people, a vast sea of black heads. The chattering din was unbearably noisy.
Xiao Tianci and Wu Hao mingled among the crowd.