In the shadows, a broken array pattern was concealed at the edge of the main hall.
Ye Fan, the Black Emperor who had stood up, and Duan De who had somehow returned were all watching the dramatic changes unfolding on the field with bated breath.
Taking advantage of the Black Emperor's familiarity with the Purple Mountain array patterns, they had remained hidden here, witnessing the previous conflicts and despair firsthand.
"Oh shit!"
Black Emperor scratched his ear with his hind paw, his big, round eyes wide open, staring intently at the starlight avenue that appeared out of thin air, woven from billions of imperial patterns.
And the figure in black robes striding calmly down the main road.
The dog's face was filled with an extremely human-like shock, but deep within that shock, there was also a hint of indescribable excitement, as if witnessing history.
He thought to himself:
It's him!
Damn, what an entrance! What a grand spectacle! Imperial markings pave the way, and myriad paths resonate in harmony!
Damn it, the Beginningless Bell is something else! Congratulations to him!
This spectacle is almost on par with the Great Emperor's youth!
Ye Fan stared blankly at that back figure, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity, especially that calm and composed demeanor that seemed unfazed even if the sky were to fall.
His image vaguely overlapped with that of his mysterious and profound Teacher Li, who had guided him in his spiritual practice.
But the supreme power that had triggered the strange phenomena of Purple Mountain, stepped on the star path of imperial patterns, and come with its back to all living beings made him hesitate to recognize it for a moment, and his heart was filled with great confusion and doubt.
Duan De moved closer again, his fat face covered in greasy sweat, his small eyes narrowed into slits, gleaming with a sharp light.
He stared intently at the high platform and the dazzling starlight path.
He unconsciously rubbed his thick palms together, swallowing involuntarily, and muttered to himself:
"Damn it, who is this guy? He's making such a flamboyant entrance!"
Ye Fan felt that the figure in black robes looked extremely familiar, but the transformation in the Dao Body's aura at this moment, and the seamless integration of Daoist charm with Purple Mountain and Beginningless Bell, making them seem like one, were striking.
This left Ye Fan momentarily uncertain, overwhelmed by the shock.
Coupled with the extraordinary phenomenon that could only occur with the approval of the Purple Mountain core, a resolute judgment was made.
Under the watchful eyes of many, and under the gaze of countless eyes that were either shocked, horrified, greedy, or fearful.
The Dao Body strode steadily along the star-paved path of imperial markings, as if walking in his own courtyard.
Wherever he went, even the restless chaos became docile, surrounding him like subjects guarding a king.
On the high platform, countless strands of chaotic energy descended from the Beginningless Bell, like the most respectful ceremonial guard, surrounding the Dao Body as he walked step by step toward the central platform.
He didn't glance at the powerful human warriors who were on high alert, nor did he look at the Ancient Races King whose murderous aura was palpable, and he didn't even care about the eyes that were secretly watching.
From the very beginning, his gaze remained calmly fixed on the stone scripture on the high platform, a scripture sealed for millennia.
He walked straight up to the high platform, turned his back to all the living beings below, and faced the Book of Wushi Scripture, which had caused everyone to suffer defeat.
The movement was so natural, as if he was meant to stand there.
However, the implication it contains is so domineering and so self-righteous that it treats all the top experts, forces, and even those secretly watching from the Big Dipper as nothing!
The eyes of everyone: the Jiang Family, the Ji Family, Yaoguang, the Central Continent Dynasty, the demon race, the Primordial Royal Clan...
Whether friend or foe, human or demon, everyone's attention was focused on this suddenly appearing figure.
His arrival, and the unprecedented "welcoming" gesture of the Beginningless Bell, shocked everyone.
"Who are you! This is the Great Emperor Wushi, how dare you lay your hands on it!"
"A royal uncle of the dynasty, who had suffered heavy losses, shouted angrily, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment."
An Ancient Races expert from Spirit Valley also stepped forward, exuding a murderous aura:
"Human brat, how dare you, a mere junior, lay your hands on the imperial weapons? Kneel down and accept your death!"
The atmosphere in the arena instantly tensed up again, and the killing intent that had just subsided was once again locked onto that figure's back.
He became the target of public criticism.
"Fellow Daoist's strength is truly astonishing."
The Great Xia Emperor spoke in a deep voice, the illusory image of the Taihuang Sword above his head swirling with dragon energy.
"However, the Wushi Scripture is of great importance and cannot be possessed by one person alone."
Please stop here!
The Jiang family's Hengyu furnace's energy mechanism, the Ji family's Void Mirror's ripples, and the Yaoguang Dragon Pattern Cauldron's holy light.
Even the dark light emanating from the lid of the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar above Tu Tian's head, one of the Thirteen Great Bandits, was faintly aimed at that Dao Body.
The Supreme Dao Might began to revive, the air solidified, and space seemed about to collapse.
This is the final warning, and the ultimate deterrent.
Faced with questions from all sides and the looming encirclement, the Dao Body seemed oblivious.
His gaze was calm as he walked leisurely along the star-studded path paved with imperial insignia toward the Wushi Scripture on the high platform.
"Stop!"
Silver-Winged Ancient King could no longer suppress the anger and intense unease he felt at being ignored, and shouted sharply.
He could not tolerate a human so easily stepping onto a platform that they could not even reach with all their might.
With a sudden flap of its silver wings, a silver divine light that tore through the Void, containing ancient secret power, slashed towards the Dao Body's back like Heavenly Blade!
The Beginningless Bell belongs to Primordial Myriad Races!
How dare you, a human, desecrate this place!
The Dao Body's completely disregarding attitude thoroughly enraged some people.
"Take him down! Force him to reveal the method to control the Emperor Bell!"
A Mighty Figure demon with a fiery temper also made a move at the same time, summoning a demon banner. A black wind howled and swept towards the Dao Body.
At the same time, several experts from other forces couldn't help but unleash their supernatural powers, with divine light, Dao principles, and phantom images of magical treasures simultaneously bombarding the figure in green robes.
Almost at the same time that the Silver-Winged Ancient King made his move, several Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon of the human race were also subconsciously activated!
It was an instinctive reaction driven by extreme shock and some indescribable panic—we couldn't let him get it so easily!
In an instant, the entire core hall was engulfed by divine light of various colors and destructive energy tides.
This was an unconscious outburst of the strongest forces gathered here in the world, a full-force attack from all surviving factions.
Its power is enough to pierce through star fields and annihilate all laws. Not to mention King, even ordinary Saint would perish if they touched it!
However, facing this terrifying attack from behind, powerful enough to annihilate stars, the Dao Body standing on the high platform did not turn around.
As if shooing away mosquitoes, he casually raised his hand, his fingers seemingly plucking a string on an invisible string in the air.
"Buzz,"
The Beginningless Bell above his head trembled slightly with his movement.
Time seemed to have its wrinkles smoothed out at that moment.
The sweeping chaotic fire, the mirror light that froze time and space, the roaring dragon shadow, the surging sea of blood, the True Dragon formed from the Imperial Dragon Qi —all of it.
When it approached within a hundred feet of the high platform, it was like ice and snow under the sun, or a stone thrown into the deep sea, without even a ripple.
It vanished so quietly and completely.
It's as if they never existed.
The divine light unleashed by the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon instantly dimmed, becoming as dull as ordinary iron.
The Mighty Figure from various factions who had activated their Emperor Weapon were struck as if by lightning. They all coughed up blood, staggered backward, their faces drained of color, filled with horror and incomprehension.
The Silver-Winged Ancient King, who bore the brunt of the attack, fared the worst; the silver divine light he emitted was the first to dissipate.
The backlash caused his pair of dazzling silver wings to crack under the strain, and the existing cracks on them spread rapidly, almost breaking them completely.
He let out a muffled groan, his aura instantly weakening, and his gaze towards the figure on the high platform was filled with indescribable fear.
With a single strike—no, it wasn't even a single strike, just a thought, a single toll of a bell—the whole world fell silent!
All the clamor, all the attacks, all the ambition and resentment vanished into nothingness before that gently vibrating Emperor Bell.
The Dao Body didn't turn around to look at the horrific scene behind him; his attention remained solely on the ancient stone scripture in front of him.
It was as if the devastating combined attack behind them just moments ago was nothing more than the buzzing of a few insignificant mosquitoes and flies, which could be easily swatted away.
"This is impossible!"
The Silver-Winged Ancient King hissed and roared, his voice hoarse and distorted from his injuries and extreme shock. He couldn't accept this fact.
"Even if, even if the Ancestor King were to be resurrected, he would not be so nonchalant about it,"
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because, on the high platform, that Dao Body finally moved.
Under the gaze of countless blank, fearful, and incomprehensibly complex eyes, he slowly extended a finger.
The fingers were long and slender, without any divine light or Great Dao Runes appearing.
With just a single, ordinary finger, he gently touched the cover of that ancient, sealed stone book, a book that had baffled everyone.
"Click,"
A faint sound, almost inaudible, yet like a thunderclap, resounded deep within everyone's soul.
That stone book, which had been immovable even by the combined power of all the experts present and several Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, that symbolized the supreme Wushi Scripture of the Great Emperor Wushi, was touched by this seemingly ordinary finger.
"Open!"
"Whoosh!"
The pages of the stone book slowly turned open a crack.
In an instant, an indescribable Daoist aura, like a torrent that had been dormant for countless ages, burst forth with a thunderous roar!
Inside the main hall, time seemed to flow backward, and all things changed. Before everyone's eyes, the primordial scene of the beginning of the universe, the differentiation of chaos, and the manifestation of all paths seemed to appear.
It was as if the faint voice of an ancient Great Emperor preaching was echoing in my ears.
Between the pages of the stone book, miniature galaxies are born and die, chaos is creating earth, fire, water and wind, and a blurry yet majestic figure is expounding the ultimate truths of heaven and earth!
Everyone was stunned, their minds blank.
They had exhausted all their resources and methods, yet the Wushi Scripture, whose defenses they could not even budge, was so easily opened by this person, like a child's toy?
The Dao Body stood quietly before the already opened stone book, his black robes fluttering slightly in the invisible flow of Daoist energy.
With his back to all living beings below, his figure appeared even taller, more mysterious, and untouchable against the backdrop of the opened stone scriptures and the suspended Emperor Bell.