Innate Martial Artists Enter Taixu

The bell rang out, its sound desolate and far-reaching, as though it had pierced through endless ages and come from antiquity.

Everyone in Taixu felt their souls tremble.

At that moment, the patriarchs of the seven great sects who had been in secluded cultivation all awoke at once.

Inside a great hall of the Sword Sect, a man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his aura as sharp as a blade, rose from his seated position.

He raised his head to look at the sky and let out a sigh.

"Alas, the Divine Land is about to drown in blood and ruin again."

Across the Shenzhou Continent, every Innate and Grandmaster martial artist heard the bell.

The toll seemed to ring from the depths of their souls.

Other than Lin Feng, the souls of every Innate Martial Artist and Grandmaster Martial Artist left their bodies and flew into the sky.

Lin Feng spread out his Mental Power and found that these souls were like signal flares soaring into the heavens.

After flying upward for a while, the souls vanished as if they had been teleported away.

In Kaoshan Village, at Lin Feng's home.

Lin Zhenshan, Zhou Chunlan, Lin Tianlong, and Lin Tianfeng had all lost consciousness.

Seeing them standing motionless, Mother Lin grew worried.

"Xiao Feng, is this the Innate Tribulation you spoke of? Souls entering Taixu?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Mother Lin helped smooth their hair. "Xiao Feng, they'll be alright, won't they?"

Lin Feng smiled. "Mother, don't worry.

They'll definitely be fine."

Across the entire Shenzhou Continent, other than Lin Feng, there was not a single martial artist above the Innate level left.

Lin Feng thought of the demon beast race. Those fellows were unaffected as well.

No wonder human martial artists wanted to deal with demon beasts.