At This Bell's Ring, the Myriad Realms Tremble

--Thank you all for your support. In a single workday, there were already forty votes.

With just over five hours left, could there be another thirty-five votes?

As the sword light dispersed, Shi Xuan appeared some distance away. His Primordial Spirit was slightly illusory; under the backlash from Shi Jingren's shattered Grotto-Heaven, he had suffered further injuries and had nearly fallen in realm. A second-tribulation Mighty One was indeed extraordinary.

Sensing that an eerie force of destiny had descended for no reason, spreading through the surroundings before dimming away, Shi Xuan watched Shi Jingren's Primordial Spirit rapidly turn insubstantial and shatter like a dream bubble or phantom. He sighed softly. "The Great Dao is merciless. Even for someone like Fellow Daoist Shi, how many can truly be free of calamity and tribulation, attaining genuine longevity and eternal sight?" Since beginning cultivation, Shi Jingren had been the finest opponent Shi Xuan had encountered.

Yet Shi Jingren could no longer hear Shi Xuan's words. His Primordial Spirit had completely vanished, utterly fallen. Only two items remained where he had been, drifting down.

Shi Xuan's previous strike had been delivered with all his strength. He had not dared conceal anything or hold back in the slightest. Otherwise, even if countless sword lights had erupted within Shi Jingren's Primordial Spirit, there was a high chance they would not have been able to shatter his Grotto-Heaven. Then he would have been unable to erase Shi Jingren's Primordial Spirit completely. If one failed to kill a snake, one would instead suffer its bite. Thus, the vast majority of the items Shi Jingren had stored within his Grotto-Heaven and Primordial Spirit had been shredded by the sword light.

One of them was a pelt-like object, painted with black and white dots that evolved into the myriad