"Buzz,"
This time, it was no longer a silent ripple, but a real chime.
The sound of the bell was not loud; it was even somewhat low and ethereal, as if it came from the very end of time, from eternity ago.
Ignoring all physical distance and energy barriers, it resounded directly in the deepest part of the heart of every living being, shaking the very essence of their souls.
It shook the very foundation of their painstakingly cultivated Dao!
A terrifying wave, beyond description and transcending the level of power, swept across the high platform in an instant, silently yet irresistibly.
It swept across every inch of the entire hall!
"Puff,!"
"Ugh!"
Screams and the sound of vomiting blood rose and fell.
All those who are attacking and fighting fiercely, whether they are Mighty Figure human beings or ancient kings, regardless of their cultivation level or the severity of their injuries.
It was as if they had been struck head-on by Primordial Divine Mountain; their internal organs shifted instantly, and their Dao foundations trembled violently.
Large mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out uncontrollably, and his body completely lost control, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Then it crashes violently and pathetically into an indestructible stone pillar, wall, or ground in the distance, the sound of bones cracking echoing incessantly.
Even those Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon —the crimson glow emanating from the Hengyu Furnace, the clear light spilled from the Void Mirror, the dark light shrouded by the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, and the dark protective shield that autonomously appeared on the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar —all distorted, deformed, and flickered violently in that instant.
All their previous attacks—whether it was the Order Divine Chains, the fiery hand, the Void Mirror, or the Imperial Dragon Qi —were rendered useless the moment they came into contact with the bell-ringing ripples.
Silently crushed, decomposed, and smoothed out, it dissipates into its original form.
The entire hall was filled with a violent energy storm, woven from numerous powerful figures Emperor Weapon, powerful enough to destroy a star field. Under the soft yet supreme chime of the bell, it vanished instantly, leaving nothing behind.
Dead silence.
A deathly silence more complete and more chilling than ever before.
All that remained were the wrecked remains of countless bodies, shattered magical artifacts, flowing divine blood, and the survivors' suppressed groans of extreme pain and fear, along with their heavy, labored breathing like broken bellows.
Everyone stared at the bell's reflection and the stone book on the high platform, their faces filled with undisguised horror and deep-seated despair, as if they had been there since time immemorial. All the greed, fanaticism, scheming, and fighting that had occurred before seemed so ridiculous and insignificant at this moment.
A profound sense of powerlessness, stemming from a lack of understanding of the fundamental nature of life and the ultimate truth, like a cold abyss, completely engulfed the hearts of everyone.
"Why, why is this happening?"
Someone muttered to themselves in a daze, their Daoist resolve almost crumbling.
The elder, a man from an ancient family in the Central Continent who was usually calm and knowledgeable, stared at the scene before him, which seemed both miraculous and a nightmare.
A smile, far more unsightly than crying, appeared on his face, a smile filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery.
He spoke in a weak voice, almost like a dream, as if all his life force had been exhausted.
He revealed the ancient legend that some of the top experts present had long suspected but had always been unwilling and dared not believe:
" The Great Emperor Wushi achieved the position of Great Emperor with a rare Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and was invincible in the universe and starry sky."
The scriptures he left behind defy the Fortune heaven and earth, containing the supreme truth of the Great Dao.
No, it cannot be opened unless it is Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo of the same origin.
It cannot bear the weight of that principle.
Otherwise, even if a great Great Emperor were to personally attend, without the corresponding physique, it would be futile.
He coughed violently, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his gaze slowly shifting to that mouth that seemed timeless and impervious to all laws.
Even the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon couldn't budge the slightest bit from the Beginningless Bell, and its voice grew even drier and more desperate:
" The Beginningless Bell is the supreme Emperor Weapon of the Great Emperor. The deity within it has long been spiritually connected, and it cannot be obtained through any method that is not approved by him, nor through any destiny that is chosen by him."
Even if there were extremely powerful forces of the same level to forcefully attack, it would be difficult to shake it in the slightest.
Forcing it will only trigger the Emperor Weapon's self-inflicted backlash, leading to its own destruction.
"It cannot be opened unless one possesses Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo."
"Forcing the acquisition of Emperor Weapon will only lead to backlash."
These two sentences, like the final judgment from the very source of the Great Dao, carried the cold and merciless power of law, completely shattering the last glimmer of luck and hope in the hearts of all the survivors present.
Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo?
That is a legendary physique that exists only in the oldest myths, and it is one of the most incredible physiques, along with the Chaos Body.
It is even more ethereal and elusive than the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body or various King Body; it is so rare that even after countless ages, one cannot find one like it!
In this era, and even in the last few decades or millions of years, no one has ever heard of such a constitution being born!
This means that the possibility of obtaining the scriptures is infinitesimally close to zero!
Emperor Weapon approved?
That's even more illusory and unreal.
It all depends on the Emperor Weapon's own preferences and some mysterious fate; even the most powerful extreme forces would exert all their strength.
It couldn't even move them slightly; instead, it brought about a near-devastating backlash!
What does this mean?
This means that they paid such a heavy, almost unbearable price: their fellow disciples were stained with blood on Purple Mountain, their clansmen were wiped out, their allies turned against them, and they themselves were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
After overcoming countless hardships and surviving numerous deadly attacks, they finally arrived at this ultimate destination and saw the coveted Great Emperor legacy and supreme Emperor Weapon that could drive any power mad.
As a result, they weren't even allowed to touch it or turn a page!
Fighting for the Emperor Bell?
It was nothing more than overestimating one's own abilities, bringing shame upon oneself, and triggering a devastating backlash.
Contending for the Imperial Scriptures?
Even the outermost barrier could not be broken; though so close, it felt as if the entire universe separated them.
What an irony!
What a tragedy this is!
"Heh, heh,"
Jiang Yun looked at the Hengyu Furnace above his head, whose light had dimmed to the extreme, and then looked at the only remaining elder beside him, one unconscious and the other barely breathing, both severely injured.
Then I looked at the dark stone scriptures that were so close yet seemed to be separated by endless time and space, forever unreachable.
A hissing sound came from his throat, like a broken bellows, and he suddenly spat out another large mouthful of dark red blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
His aura vanished like an avalanche, instantly fading to the bottom. His once sharp, star-like eyes were now filled with a deathly grayness and bewilderment.
All ambitions and all calculations vanished in this moment.
The Ji Family family fell silent. The Mighty Figure figure holding the Void Mirror completely withdrew his aura, and the ancient mirror seemed to be covered with an indelible layer of dust, its luster dimmed.
All the members of the Ji Family hung their heads, and an indescribable atmosphere of dejection permeated the air.
The people from Yaoguang Holy Land, Jiuli Divine Dynasty, and Great Xia Dynasty all looked ashen-faced, as if their spines had been removed.
The previous fervor, greed, fighting spirit, and even mutual animosity have all vanished, leaving only endless loss, bewilderment, and a deep-seated weariness.
Looking at the tattered ranks and the dim Emperor Weapon, they felt only emptiness in their hearts.
The faces of the Silver-Winged Ancient King and other powerful Primordial Races were frighteningly pale, their eyes filled with humiliation, anger, and overwhelming resentment.
They have returned from the dead, seeking to seize the Fortune and recreate the glory of the ancient times, but they cannot even enter the gate, let alone get close to it.
This kind of blow is even more unacceptable than being defeated by the human race.
But as they gazed at the Chaos Bell, they felt a chill run down their spines and a sense of powerlessness. In the end, all they could do was channel all their anger and resentment into suppressed growls.
Tu Tian silently put away the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar, and the dark light emanating from the jar also diminished considerably.
He carefully wiped away the blood that kept seeping from the corner of his mouth, and with an extremely complicated expression, he took one last look at the bell and the scriptures on the high platform.
There was greed, fear, and regret; in the end, all these emotions turned into a low, enigmatic sigh.
Its figure receded and disappeared into the deeper shadows, as if trying to merge with this land of despair.
The thought of fighting and the desire to compete vanished completely.
What's there to argue about?
What's the point of robbing?
They fought to the death, their heads shattered and blood gushed, Emperor Weapon clashed, and all their trump cards were revealed, but in the end, it was all just a mirage, a reflection in the water.
A complete waste of time, a farce that resulted in bloodshed.
Inside the magnificent and spacious core hall, which seemed to connect to the source of the universe, remained powerful figures from various factions.
Whether they are Mighty Figure among the human race or giants among the demon race.
At this moment, they were all like sculptures whose souls had been taken away, some slumped helplessly on the ground, some leaning against cold stone pillars panting, some staring blankly in the direction of the high platform, and some leaning against broken weapons looking around in a daze.
Despair, confusion, resentment, bitterness, self-mockery, and sorrow—all sorts of negative emotions intertwined and permeated every inch of air, heavier than the chaotic atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.
The deafening shouts of battle, the earth-shattering explosions, and the majestic roar of the Emperor Weapon —all of it had vanished.
Only heavy breathing, as if carrying mountains, suppressed coughs tinged with blood, and the faint "tick-tock" sound of divine blood dripping onto the cold stone surface, like a countdown to fate.
All of this silently underscores the desolation, coldness, and suffocating despair of this ancient, silent land.
That dark stone scripture and the Chaos Bell shadow of that chaotic bell still exist quietly and Eternal on the high platform, as if they have been there since the beginning of the universe and will surely continue to the end of time and space.
With an absolutely detached attitude, they silently tell a cold and cruel truth:
The Great Emperor's legacy will be passed down to those who are destined to receive it.
Those who are not destined for it, even if the whole world comes together, and Emperor Weapon fight each other, and rivers of blood flow, it will all be in vain.
The scriptures lie before me, the Emperor Bell hangs high, yet the whole world toils in vain.