Just as Li Qingshan had effortlessly suppressed the Ji Family, rescued Pang Bo, and recruited the demon race amidst the volcanic clusters of the Southern Region, his invincible prowess etched itself into the hearts of all who witnessed it, before the news had fully spread...
In the depths of the crimson land in the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, the ancient silence was broken.
It was no ordinary sound, but a vibration originating from the very source of the Tao, a celestial sound that seemed to surge from the upper reaches of the river of time!
"When!"
A single bell tolled, reverberating directly within the rules, echoing in the hearts of all beings, and booming across the boundless sea of Dao!
At first, the sound wasn't deafening, but it carried an indescribable sense of antiquity, desolation, and supreme majesty, instantly spreading throughout the entire Big Dipper Ancient Star!
Eastern Wasteland, Western Desert, Southern Ridge, Northern Plains, Central Continent —whether it be the immortal imperial palace of a divine dynasty, the unparalleled sacred Immortal Palace, or the slumbering ancestral cave of the Primordial Royal Clan.
All cultivators at the Immortal Platform Secret Realm or above, regardless of their location or what they were doing, experienced a profound mental shock at that moment.
He involuntarily stopped what he was doing and stared in horror toward the Northern Region!
At Kasyapa Temple in the Western Desert, the ancient bronze lamps on the Thousand Buddha Cliff suddenly burst into flames. The Buddhist fire, which had been burning for 100,000 years, rose three zhang high, illuminating the 360 stone statues of Buddha, making them all appear solemn and majestic.
An old monk, draped in Big Red robe, was preaching on a lotus platform when he suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing this. His prayer wheel shattered with a "crack," and his withered fingers pointed directly east.
"The chaotic energy soars to the heavens, the imperial might resonates through the ages! It is the tolling of the bell from that Purple Mountain!"
Before the words were finished, the eighteen pagodas in the temple chanted sutras simultaneously, the chanting resonating with the sound of bells, weaving a giant swastika symbol in the sky.
The ancient demon suppressed at the bottom of the tower let out a mournful roar, but the Buddha's seal cast golden light, forcibly pressing its howl back into the abyss.
On the edge of the Primordial Ancient Mine, in a suspended bronze palace, an Primordial Royal Clan slammed his fist on a jade table, shattering it. Emerald green dragon blood dripped from between his fingers, scorching the ground with tiny marks.
"It's the Beginningless Bell! That emperor suppressed our ancestors at Purple Mountain back then, what does the bell's ringing signify now?"
Outside the hall, thousands of stone dragons raised their heads simultaneously, ghostly flames igniting in their eyes. Their deep dragon roars collided with the bell's waves, causing the space at the edge of the mine to continuously crack.
Several abandoned mine shafts collapsed completely, revealing huge, white animal bones inside.
In the Ten Thousand Demon Valley in the Northern Plains, beneath an ancient parasol tree that Shrouding the Heavens, the Holy Maiden of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Clan is combing the moonlight from her nine tails.
As the bell rang, the nine fox tails suddenly bristled, each snow-white hair standing on end.
"What an overbearing aura! This bell tolls with the oppressive power of an imperial law that suppresses all demons!"
The phoenixes perched on the ancient tree cried out and soared into the sky, only to fall one after another amidst the lingering echoes of the bell's melody.
Seven-colored wings scattered all over the ground, and the myriad demons in the valley prostrated themselves, bowing and worshipping towards the north, trembling in fear.
Deep in the Southern Ridge, on an ancient altar shrouded in primeval jungle, a barbarian priest, his body covered in eerie totems, suddenly raised his bone staff. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning bolts danced wildly.
" The Emperor Weapon have awakened! This is the upheaval foretold by our ancestors! Warn all warriors to assemble!"
The altar beneath his feet was riddled with cracks, and a piece of animal bone enshrined in the center shattered with a "crack," unleashing a vast and ancient fighting spirit that soared into the sky.
Their sea of the Bitter Sea is churning, their Dao Palace is resonating, and their Immortal Platform is swaying!
It was as if an emperor who had been asleep for countless ages had awakened at this moment and cast a glance upon the world.
The Holy City of the Northern Region, this ancient and colossal city suspended in the air, is one of the centers of the entire Northern Region and even the Eastern Wasteland.
At this moment, for the first time, this ancient city truly "trembled" because of the sound of a bell.
An invisible "field" permeating the entire city was fluctuating violently, a sign that the Void power contained within the Desolate Antiquity Dao Platform was being activated!
At the location of the suspended celestial palace in the city center, the Desolate Antiquity Dao Platform, the space ripples like the surface of a lake tossed with a pebble.
The ancient and complex Dao patterns on the platform lit up with a soft light one after another. Although they had not fully activated the ability to traverse the Void, they were clearly responding to the omnipresent Dao rhythm of Zhongbo.
Deep within the Dao patterns, faint imperial script flowed, the very same world-suppressing runes personally inscribed by the Great Emperor Wushi.
At this moment, these runes were like a sleeping dragon being awakened, exuding an aura that suppressed all the heavens.
"Imperial might, this is the true divine might of the Great Emperor!"
An elderly monk with white hair and beard, dressed in ancient robes, walked shakily out of his secluded cave.
His cloudy eyes flashed with a terrifying light as he stared intently towards the Northern Region, his voice filled with boundless shock and reminiscence.
"Who is this Great Emperor? I have never felt such pressure before!"
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Within his body, his Immortal Platform was faintly cracking amidst the surging bells—a backlash from forcibly sensing the Emperor's might due to insufficient cultivation. Yet, his face was filled with fanaticism.
"It was worth it! To hear the Emperor's voice again before I die, I have no regrets!"
"No mistake! It shares the same origin as the ultimate aura recorded in our clan's ancient texts, but is far more profound and powerful!"
"It was worth it! To hear the Emperor's voice again before I die, I have no regrets!"
"No mistake! It shares the same origin as the ultimate aura recorded in our clan's ancient texts, but is far more profound and powerful!"
An elderly royal uncle from the Great Xia Dynasty of the Central Continent, dressed in a python robe, strode out with an extremely solemn expression and his eyes flashing with doubt and uncertainty.
The royal blood flowing through his veins was slightly boiling, a sign of both reverence and awe.
"The rubbings left behind by our ancestors who fought alongside the Great Emperor Wushi in the forbidden zones are now glowing!"
He waved his hand and summoned a blood-red jade tablet. The imperial patterns on the tablet resonated with the bell's waves, projecting a blurry battlefield phantom.
The Great Emperor in black robes, wielding a great bell, swept across countless ancient creatures. Wherever the bell's waves passed, Falling Stars and myriad cries of agony echoed!
Although the scene lasted only a moment, it captivated those who witnessed it, almost causing them to kneel down in awe.
"It's not a full-scale revival of Emperor Weapon; it's more like a self-declaration, a proclamation?"
An ascetic monk from the Western Desert, holding a broken alms bowl, with bowed head and meek eyes, uttered the key words in one sentence.
His perception of energy became purer and more acute; golden light continuously seeped from the cracks on the alms bowl, as if purifying the wisps of killing intent contained within the bell's waves.
"The revival of ordinary Emperor Weapon is always accompanied by a murderous aura, but in this bell tolling, there is only the call of inheritance, and a trace of joy that is barely perceptible?"
The old monk's words stunned the people around him. They knew that the Emperor Weapon possessed a spirit, but joy? What did that mean?
After a brief silence, the entire Holy City erupted into chaos, like a pot of boiling oil!
Countless cultivators rushed out of the building, flew into the air, or stood on the street, craning their necks in anticipation. The sounds of discussion, exclamations, and speculations merged into a noisy sea.
Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels couldn't even stand still amidst the lingering effects of the bell's energy, collapsing to the ground, their faces pale, yet excitedly pointing north.
"That sound just now felt like my Bitter Sea was about to be overturned! The runes in the Dao Palace are still burning hot!"
A young cultivator who had just entered the Dao Palace Secret Realm clutched his chest, his face pale but unable to hide his excitement. He felt that his cultivation bottleneck had actually loosened slightly.
"It's Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon! Aside from the weapons of Great Emperor, who else could possess such divine power?"
Someone in the crowd roared, clutching a piece of rubble picked up from the outskirts of Purple Mountain.
" Purple Mountain! Something must have happened at Purple Mountain."
An old Yuan Master with white hair and beard said tremblingly, "I once went deep into the outer perimeter of Purple Mountain to conduct a survey, and the chilling killing intent there still makes me shudder."
"Could it be that the Primordial Races is about to break free from their seal?"
Some people recalled the records in ancient books, their faces showing fear, and they subconsciously took a few steps back, as if the terrifying being in Purple Mountain might rush out at any moment.
Panic, curiosity, excitement, greed—a mix of emotions spread through the crowd.
That bell tolling was like an invisible hand, plucking the strings in the hearts of all the powerful individuals.
The cultivators who were trading at the Origin Source Stone Market on the west side of the Holy City scattered like birds and beasts, and the stall owners didn't even bother to pack up.
They rushed towards the city gate, hoping to be among the first to reach the outskirts of Purple Mountain and try their luck.
In the auction house in the south of the city, an ancient magical artifact that was about to be auctioned was abandoned, and the old man presiding over the auction even tore through the Void and left, leaving behind a room full of astonished guests;
Even the Holy City Guard was in turmoil, with some squad leaders glancing around nervously, clearly considering how to ask their superiors for leave to try their luck at Purple Mountain.
Soon after, the Void began to fluctuate in several of the most exclusive secret chambers in the Holy City.
The leaders of the Jiang Family Holy Lord, the Ji Family Holy Lord, the Yaoguang Holy Lord, and other immortal dynasties and supreme sects such as the Great Xia and the Jiuli in the Central Continent Northern Region were almost indistinguishable in terms of rank.
Through clandestine channels or by directly using small Domain Gate, they converged into an ancient palace protected by layers of array patterns.
On the stone table in the center of the hall, there was a map of the Northern Region. The area where Purple Mountain was located was flashing with a dazzling red light, and even faintly outlined the strange terrain of nine dragons guarding the mountain.
These powerful figures, who could shake the Eastern Wasteland with a mere stomp of their feet, had long lost their usual composure and majesty.
Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity, and even a hint of barely concealed excitement!
"Everyone, you all felt it, didn't you?"
The Jiang Family Holy Lord spoke first, his deep voice breaking the silence in the hall.
He seemed to be surrounded by crimson clouds, his aura as deep and boundless as the sea. With a wave of his hand, the details of the Purple Mountain region on the map suddenly became clear, and the mountain range guarded by nine dragons came to life.
You can even see ancient runes faintly visible on the surface of the mountain.
" The Hengyu Furnace of my Jiang Family has just shown unusual activity; this is far beyond the revival of an ordinary Emperor Weapon."
He traced a line with his fingertip through the Void, and a Mars fell onto the map, causing the illusory image of Purple Mountain to tremble slightly.
"There's no mistake! It's the Supreme Dao Might! Moreover, it's not the aura of any Emperor Weapon that we are familiar with!"
The Ji Family Holy Lord had a gaze as sharp as lightning, seemingly capable of cleaving through the Void. Subtle spatial ripples emanated from his body, as if he had merged with the surrounding Void.
Our ancestors searched in vain, their efforts ending in defeat and death. Today, the bell tolls; perhaps it is the Great Emperor's divine intervention, wishing to pass on this legacy to the world.
He paused, then added, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of fervor.
" Purple Mountain," the old imperial uncle of the Great Xia Dynasty tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes deep.
The stone table gleamed with white marks under his fingertips; the defensive array patterns, inscribed with divine power, were being activated.
"According to ancient Chinese texts, this mountain was originally the forbidden ground of an invincible Ancient Emperor from the Human World era."
He glanced around at the crowd, his voice lowered, carrying a hint of historical weight.
" The Great Emperor Wushi descended upon this place and transformed it into his own Daoist temple, sealing all his subordinates within. Within the mountain are ancient warriors imprisoned by Divine Source, as well as direct relatives of Ancient Emperor."
Whether this bell tolling is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.
" Great Emperor Wushi!" The moment this name was mentioned, all the important figures in the hall held their breath slightly.
Even they, when faced with this title, could not remain absolutely calm.
An invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air, awe-inspiring from an invincible reputation spanning hundreds of thousands of years.
At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? A single glimpse of the Wu Shi the Dao utterly empty!
What high praise this is!
That was a truly invincible being, sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
When the Great Emperor Wushi was alive, even the supreme beings of the Life Forbidden Zone dared not easily emerge.
The Underworld was forced to retreat, and humanity enjoyed a period of relative peace.
His legend has long been etched into the inherited memories of every top power.
What does it mean Beginningless Bell on its own? Does it signify the imminent emergence of a new lineage?
Or is it that the Emperor Weapon, moved by the state of the world, wish to choose a master?
One of the emperors of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty spoke with a hint of fervor, his scepter trembling incessantly, emitting a "whooshing" sound, as if an ancient war spirit was roaring.
"If I could gain the approval of the Beginningless Bell!!!"
An unclaimed, and possibly complete, Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon is so alluring that it could drive any power mad.
He could almost see the Jiuli Battle Flag planted all over the Central Continent Plains.
"I'm afraid it's not just that."
The Jiang Family Holy Lord frowned slightly, raised his hand, and summoned a talisman as smooth and warm Ruyu. A three-dimensional phantom of Purple Mountain appeared on the talisman.
"Our clan's spies planted around Purple Mountain desperately sent back a blurry image and message. At the same time the bell rang, nearly 70% of the ancient killing formations around Purple Mountain lit up on their own!"
As you all know, this is the protective Emperor Formation set up by the Great Emperor Wushi, which is mysterious and unpredictable, and full of killing intent.
According to scattered ancient records, this formation can only sense those with the same bloodline or physique.
That's why such a large-scale disturbance occurred.
"Same origin physique?" The Ji Family Holy Lord's pupils contracted, and ripples appeared around his body.
The Yaoguang Holy Lord spoke slowly, his face, shrouded in a hazy glow, appearing somewhat serious.
"According to the oldest Bone Scripture in my holy land, the Great Emperor Wushi was not of ordinary constitution; he possessed Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo."
It is the perfect combination of the Innate Dao Embryo and the Sacred Body, a physique unique throughout the ages!
The bell's unusual tone, coupled with the Purple Mountain Emperor Formation's reaction, perhaps indicates that it has sensed the reappearance of the primordial aura of another innate Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo in the world!
This guess was earth-shattering, leaving everyone present deeply shaken.
The Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo? That's a legendary, invincible physique, on par with the Great Emperor Wushi!
"Whatever the reason, Purple Mountain must be explored! And as soon as possible!"
The Yaoguang Holy Lord spoke with unwavering resolve, his voice carrying an undeniable determination.
Such an opportunity is extremely rare, perhaps only once in a lifetime.
Recently, the Primordial Royal Clan have been resurrected one after another. If the Primordial Races or other forces were to preempt them, we would all become sinners and have no face to face our ancestors!
His gaze swept over the crowd, carrying an invisible pressure.
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