"What..." Donghuang Taiyi had summoned repeatedly, yet still found it difficult to call back the Primal Chaos Bell. He stood dumbfounded, a sense of ill omen rising within his heart.
Chen Yang merely smiled. Feeling the Primal Chaos Bell still churning within his palm, as well as the Formation Dao being continuously destroyed, he said, "Xuanming... lend me the Ancestral Witch Hall..."
"Haha... fine. If it can suppress the Primal Chaos Bell and keep this treasure left behind by Father God from falling into enemy hands, then I'll lend you the Ancestral Witch Hall for ten thousand years..." Xuanming was equally forthright. She tossed the Ancestral Witch Hall to Chen Yang, and it landed in his hand.
At that moment, the Primal Chaos Bell, which had been humming without cease, completely lost its ability to resist. There was no helping it. The Pangu Banner, the Xuanhuang Pagoda, the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, the World Tree... those suppressions had not been enough, and now there was an Ancestral Witch Hall as well. How could the Primal Chaos Bell resist? Like an aggrieved child, it had completely fallen into Chen Yang's hands. Even if it wanted to unleash divine abilities and open space to flee, it was helpless.
After all, even space had been locked down by Chen Yang.
Having lost the Primal Chaos Bell, Donghuang Taiyi was horrified and panicked. "My Primal Chaos Bell, you..."
"What do you mean, your Primal Chaos Bell? By all rights, the Primal Chaos Bell was originally a treasure transformed from the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe. It should have fallen into the hands of Pangu's orthodox lineage. In the Primordial World today, whether it is the Wu Tribe or the Three Pure Ones' grandmasters, all of them are qualified to obtain the Primal Chaos Bell.
"You, a Golden