The Primal Chaos Bell's spirit was resolute. He meant to burn himself and detonate the bell. Chen Yang had restrained him and subjected him to such humiliation—he would fight back. And he had the power to do it.
As he burned, terrifying divine might erupted. Even the formation woven by the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords was torn apart by the bell's sound waves.
The Pangu Banner unleashed Heaven-Opening Qi, cutting through and suppressing wave after wave of sound.
The Xuanhuang Pagoda released Black-Yellow Qi, condensing the Black-Yellow Great World to quell the sound waves.
Even so, the reverberations caused quite a disturbance.
Chen Yang sighed. "As expected of the Primal Chaos Bell, one of the finest spiritual treasures. Even under this much suppression, burning its origin still unleashes such terrifying power. What a pity, though..."
"It is a pity. After burning his origin like this, the bell's power will be greatly diminished even if we refine it. It will take endless ages to nurture it back to strength." Pingxin came over and looked at the unruly bell.
To draw out a spiritual treasure's full power, one had to rely on its spirit. A spirit was nurtured by whoever refined the treasure; the stronger it grew, the more power the treasure could unleash. Donghuang Taiyi had nurtured this spirit for endless ages. It was immensely strong, and now that it burned its origin, it unleashed divine might to the extreme.
Space split apart. Black-Yellow Qi and baleful energy surged. Even Reincarnation was caught in the upheaval.
At the sight of it, neither Chen Yang nor Pingxin could do anything but watch.
Then, just as the bell's sound waves raged, an ancient aura suddenly spread.
It came, inexplicably, from within the Ancestral Witch Hall. Ancient and mysterious, weathered by countless ages, the aura