The Silver-Winged Ancient King's cold snort, filled with ferocity and impatience, was like ice falling into a pot of boiling oil, instantly shattering the already somber and oppressive atmosphere of discussion within the human camp.
"Hmph, what a waste of breath! Humans just love making these useless guesses!"
His silver wings were slightly dulled from the impact with the platform earlier, and even had tiny cracks at the edges.
Even as it trembled slightly, it still exuded a sharp aura that could cleave through the Void, and its malevolent energy spread out like a tangible tide.
"In my opinion, since we cannot take it by force, we should seal off this place!"
Send this message back to the clan, and summon out the true secrets, even the sleeping Ancestor King!
At that time, with the combined power of Primordial Myriad Races, I don't believe we can't break this tortoise shell!
Although there was a hint of ruthlessness in his words, they still made all the human cultivators present feel a chill in their hearts.
This is no longer a struggle, but a near-mad destruction.
If they cannot obtain it themselves, they would rather attract an even more terrifying being to completely muddy the waters, making it impossible for any human power to get their hands on it.
They were even willing to provoke a full-scale conflict between the extreme forces and the Primordial Ancestral King.
This is an arrogance and prejudice stemming from an ancient bloodline.
You dare!
Jiang Yun suddenly looked up, and his eyes, which had been somewhat dull due to the failed attempt, now shone with a sharp light like that of a wounded lion.
His hair and beard bristled slightly from the surging divine power, and the Hengyu Furnace floated above his head, with wisps of chaotic flames leaping erratically, as if they might burst forth at any moment and burn the heavens to ashes.
" Purple Mountain is the Daoist temple of the Great Emperor of the Human Race in my Big Dipper Star Domain. How dare you, the Ancient Races, act so recklessly!"
If you dare to invite our Ancestor King to attack, the lesson of the past is not far off!
"You think I'm afraid of you?!"
The Silver-Winged Ancient King grinned maliciously, and his silver wings trembled once more, causing the Void to hum with unbearable pressure. The terrifying pressure of the Primordial Royal Clan pressed down on the human camp like a mountain.
Although his injuries were serious, the ferocity that came from the depths of his blood supported him and made him not back down.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, the air seemed to freeze into ice, cracked with invisible fissures, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
The fragile balance was broken, and the despair did not dissipate. Instead, it transformed into a kind of desperate madness in the hearts of some cultivators, who wanted to vent their frustration of unfulfilled desires through bloodshed and battle.
Some human cultivators were pale-faced, yet they still gripped their magical artifacts and ancient treasures tightly, their divine light emanating from within, their eyes warily and resolutely locked onto the Ancient Races opposite them.
On the Ancient Races's side, powerful creatures also roared, their scales rubbing together, producing a metallic clang, and an eerie aura permeated the air.
However, both Jiang Yun, who was making threats, and the Silver-Winged Ancient King, who was exuding a murderous aura, were perfectly clear-headed deep down.
To escalate the conflict now would only add more pointless corpses to this desolate land permeated with imperial might, offering no benefit whatsoever to breaking the current predicament or reaching the supreme inheritance on that high platform.
That silent bell, that closed scripture, are like an insurmountable chasm, coldly standing before all ambition and desire, making all struggles and schemes seem so pale and laughable.
Stagnation, chaos, and despair—all sorts of negative emotions intertwined and fermented within this magnificent yet dilapidated core hall, almost reaching a critical point.
Some of the more cunning individuals had even begun to consider retreating, their eyes darting back as they surveyed the path they had come from, contemplating whether they should temporarily evacuate this suffocating place of trouble.
To take a long-term view, although "taking a long-term view" seems so powerless in the face of such an extraordinary opportunity Wushi Scripture.
Just as the atmosphere was so tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, about to snap at any moment,
"When,"
A bell rang out without warning.
The sound was clear and melodious, as if it had pierced through the ages, spreading from the distant Mythological Era.
Unlike its previous grandeur and majesty when defending against attacks, it carried an indescribable joy?
And a certain deep expectation.
The waves of energy swept through everyone's soul, strangely calming some of the restlessness and murderous intent, but bringing even deeper surprise and doubt.
" The Emperor Bell!"
Someone gasped in surprise.
"This feeling is different from any other time!"
An elderly man murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Previously, the tolling of the bell, whether as a warning or to repel enemies, carried an air of supreme authority, disregarding all living beings.
This time, however, the sound of the bell seemed to contain a hint of lively emotion?
Before everyone could recover from this sudden turn of events,
"Boom!!!"
The entire main hall of Purple Mountain suddenly began to shake violently!
A stirring, as if an ancient deity, dormant for billions of years, is awakening.
The next moment, the countless imperial patterns engraved on the palace walls, dome, and even the depths of the Void, seemed to be infused with the source of life, and suddenly shone with unprecedented brightness!
They are no longer silent marks, but have transformed into flowing galaxies and bursting aurora borealis!
Countless patterns converged from all directions, crisscrossing and weaving in the Void, eventually forming a dazzling starry avenue that traversed the chaos!
This Great Dao is purely composed of imperial runes and laws, with starlight as its bricks and Daoist rhyme as its foundation, exuding an aura of supreme power.
It was as if it were guiding some incredible being, coming from the endless end of time and space.
At the end of the Star River Avenue, the Void shrouded in chaotic energy was slowly parted like a curtain by an invisible force.
The chaos receded, revealing the deep, boundless starry sky behind it.
Dao Body, treading the starry path, arrived with composure.
He was dressed in black, and his ordinary walking carried an indescribable rhythm, as if each step was on a crucial point in the grand scheme of things.
It resonates perfectly with the entire world, with this Purple Mountain, and with that joyful, Beginningless Bell.
If it weren't for the fact that he was walking on the star path marked with imperial patterns and surrounded by chaotic energy, he would almost be mistaken for a mere mortal.
But it is precisely this extreme restraint, in stark contrast to this earth-shattering entrance, that brings an unparalleled visual and emotional impact!
Who is this person?
The old royal uncle from the Central Continent, a man of great experience and knowledge, was horrified. His voice trembled slightly, and he stared intently at the road paved with imperial markings, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How could it possibly have triggered the Purple Mountain Imperial Mark to proactively pave a road in welcome?"
Even the sons of Ancient Great Emperor might not receive such treatment!
The Mighty Figure from the Ji Family had already secretly activated the Void Mirror, its surface shimmering with a clear light, attempting to probe the origins of the newcomer.
However, the mirror surface was a chaotic mess, as if shrouded in an impenetrable fog, where not even a trace of life could be detected.
His expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed:
Unfathomable! Unknowable!
This person has become one with the Great Dao!
The Yaoguang Holy Lord fluctuated violently, indicating that he was extremely unsettled.
He remained silent, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner shock.
The Ancient Races camp was in great turmoil.
Silver-Winged Ancient King's pupils constricted sharply as he stared intently at the figure in black robes, sensing the Daoist aura that was perfectly integrated with Purple Mountain and the Beginningless Bell. A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
"When did the human race produce such a figure?"
Why have I never heard of this?
Could it be some self- Divine Source, an old monster who has lived to this day?