Silverwing Ancient King Yin Lie's body lay on the ground, like a dead snake with its spine removed.
The dim, broken silver wings spread out weakly, making a faint friction sound as they touched the cold, hard stone bricks on the ground.
He fell silent, only the blood, a mixture of silver and dark, slowly seeping from beneath him, testifying to his existence and his final madness.
The air was thick with the aura of despair, a scent of burnt and decay emanating from the disintegration of his soul.
The mixture of the pervasive stench of blood and the ancient smell of mildew created a nauseatingly complex odor that weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
silence.
This silence was deeper and more complete than ever before.
If the figure who previously defeated the assembled heroes with Dao Body his hand brought shock and fear...
Yin Lie's ultimate sneak attack, which embodied all his resentment and luck, was like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, completely annihilated without even a ripple.
What it brings is utter, soul-chilling despair.
The last flicker of fire was completely extinguished by this final basin of ice water, which originated from the bones of the corpse, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
Strength? The gap is as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
A conspiracy? The outcome will be like Yin Lie's.
Struggle? Futile as a mayfly.
All eyes once again focused on the high platform.
At this moment, all the resentment, all the anger, all the ambition and scheming...
They were all before that stone book that had already been opened, and the Emperor Bell that emanated supreme power and rang out only for one person.
It vanished completely, turning into a deathly silence and nothingness.
Ye Fan gazed at the figure in black robes standing with his back to the crowd on the high platform, a storm raged within him.
For the first time, he experienced firsthand what absolute power and majesty truly meant.
No matter how many enemies you have, no matter Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon are, I will sweep them all away with my own strength!
This is the true demeanor of a strong person!
On the high platform, the Dao Body no longer paid attention to anything behind him.
His mind seemed to be completely absorbed in the Wushi Scripture that was open before him.
The pages of the stone book turned on their own, with a unique rhythm, and the ancient and obscure Great Dao Heavenly Sound naturally resonated in his heart.
Countless ancient runes, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, seemed to possess life, flowing and rising around him.
The Great Bell of Beginningless Bell slowly rotated above his head, casting down countless streams of chaotic energy that enveloped him and the supreme scripture.
At this moment, he seemed to be having a dialogue across time with the Great Emperor Wushi ages ago.
His aura resonated and merged with the most fundamental laws of this world.
The scriptures lay horizontally before me, their Daoist essence flowing freely.
The Emperor Bell hangs high, while chaos descends.
He stood alone in black robes, his back to his enemies.
Enemy of the whole world?
No.
The whole world is silent!
On the high platform, the figure in black robes who had always kept his back to the crowd finally moved.
He slowly turned around.
The chaotic energy flowed naturally apart with his movements, like a royal stream submitting to its will, revealing the face that had previously been hidden in a hazy Daoist aura.
Clear, youthful, calm.
It lacked the imposing majesty one might expect, and the awe-inspiring divine radiance; instead, it possessed a serene tranquility in harmony with heaven and earth.
However, in the instant that this face was fully revealed in the remaining light...
"What?!"
"It's him?!"
"That's impossible!"
Like a thunderclap, the deathly silent hall erupted in an uncontrollable murmur of shock and disbelief!
Jiang Yun's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, as if she were seeing the most incredible sight in the world, and even her breath caught in her throat.
Behind him, a seriously injured elder of the Jiang Family staggered backward, crashing into a broken stone pillar with a dull thud.
For the first time, a violent fluctuation appeared on the usually calm and composed face of the Ji Family Holy Lord, and even the Void Mirror swayed violently under his out-of-control emotions.
The hazy Yaoguang Holy Lord was swept away by a whirlwind, instantly dissipating by more than half, revealing a face filled with horror and astonishment.
The War King of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty opened his mouth wide enough to fit a fist.
Those fierce eyes were now wide open like copper bells, staring intently at that face, as if trying to confirm whether they were hallucinating.
The prince of the Great Xia Dynasty gasped, and a trace of the dragon aura that had been restrained around him uncontrollably escaped.
Those demon clan leaders and Ancient Races powerhouses who had not yet left felt as if an invisible hand was choking them, emitting strange, hoarse sounds.
This face is familiar to many of them!
In recent years, this name has been associated with various rumors such as " Sacred Body ", " Source Heavenly Master's Inheritance", and " Mighty Figure Suppressing Demon Race".
It was already a household name among the younger generation in the Eastern Wasteland, and even attracted the attention of the older generation.
Li Qingshan, the Jade Pool Holy Son!
It was him?!
How could it be him?!
That person, who supposedly has only cultivated for a short period of a dozen years, though possessing extraordinary talent, should ultimately be the young generation's Jade Pool Holy Son?!
Countless thoughts assaulted everyone's perceptions like a storm.
They considered that this person might be some reclusive old monster, or even the biological son of Ancient Great Emperor.
It's possible that some kind of extraordinary being has been reborn.
They never imagined it would be this "young prodigy" they had heard of to some extent!
This identity contrasts sharply with the absolute power he displays and his affinity with the Beginningless Bell Emperor Scripture.
The impact it brought was even more intense and disruptive than when Li Qingshan defeated the enemy with a wave of his hand and Zhong Ming opened the Economic Development Zone!
Only then did Li Qingshan, who had turned to face the crowd, speak calmly, uttering his second sentence since appearing.
The voice was calm and not loud, yet it seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth, clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"This place is connected to me by fate."
Six characters.
Simple and ordinary.
Yet, like an invisible shackle, it instantly determined the eternal cause and effect of the Purple Mountain's abode and the Cause and Effect of Wushi Scripture's destination.
There was no explanation as to why he was able to activate the Imperial Mark.
There is no explanation as to why he could make the Beginningless Bell out in welcome.
There was no explanation as to why he was able to open the stone scriptures so easily.
Nothing is needed.
Imperial patterns paved the way for him, Emperor Bell for him, and imperial scriptures were opened because of him.
This is the most important principle!
This is the only explanation!
The oppressive aura emanating from the Emperor Bell at this moment was more profound and terrifying than ever before.
Like a prehistoric behemoth that has been truly awakened, it could wipe all living beings from the world with a single thought.
A middle-aged man with a resolute face and upright posture in the Jiang Family camp had lost all color in his face, his lips were tightly pressed together, and blood was seeping from them.
He stared intently at Yin Lie's corpse, then slowly shifted his gaze to the figure on the high platform who seemed to have merged with the Great Dao.
His clenched fists, knuckles white from excessive force, trembled slightly.
The aura of the Hengyu Furnace still faintly circulated above their heads; it was the pride of their family's heritage and the foundation of their ultimate power.
A crazy thought flashed through his mind: should he disregard everything and try to unleash more power from the Hengyu Furnace for a final gamble?
For the glory of the family, for the legacy of the Great Emperor!
But the thought was extinguished by an even deeper chill.
He recalled Yin Lie's silent and unnoticed annihilation.
He had no doubt that if he dared to make any unusual moves, his fate would be no better than Yin Lie's.
The Hengyu Furnace might be able to protect him for a while, but it definitely cannot protect him completely in the home ground recognized by the Beginningless Bell.
More importantly, he had two critically injured and dying family elders behind him, and he couldn't take them with him to their deaths.
Reason ultimately prevailed over the brief burning resentment and the impulse brought about by family honor.
It was a painful but correct choice.
Jiang Yun took a bitter, deep breath; the air, mixed with the stench of blood and despair, stung his lungs.
He slowly and with great difficulty closed his eyes, as if trying to banish the powerless scene before him from his mind.
A few breaths later, he opened his eyes again, and all the struggle, resentment, and anger in them had faded.
All that remains is the clarity of an ancient well and a sense of relief after a heavy burden has been lifted, even though this relief is tinged with profound weariness.
He took a step forward, his steps slightly unsteady, yet unusually firm.
He faced the high platform, bowed solemnly from afar, and bent his waist slightly.
His voice, hoarse from the fierce battle and with a barely perceptible tremor, echoed clearly in the empty hall:
"Fellow Daoist, you are exceptionally blessed, recognized by the Emperor Bell, and have received the Emperor's Scripture inheritance. This is the mandate of Heaven, and cannot be forced by human power."
He paused, as if choosing his words carefully, before finally letting out a long sigh.
"My Jiang Family withdraws from this contest."
Goodbye!
As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated and immediately activated his profound technique.
The Hengyu Furnace above his head, which had been faintly glowing with crimson light and poised to unleash its power, rapidly dimmed its radiance, eventually transforming into a barely perceptible stream of light that disappeared into his body.
He turned around, helped up an elder who could barely stand, and with his other hand he unleashed a divine power to lift another, and walked towards the deep exit of the main hall.
His silhouette appeared unusually desolate in the dim light, as if he had aged considerably in an instant.
But that straight spine still retains the last vestige of dignity of this powerful family.
The Jiang Family's withdrawal was like toppling the first domino.
The Holy Lord of the Ji Family, who had always concealed his aura using the Void Technique, slowly solidified his figure in the Void.
He was a gaunt old man, his face now filled with complex and unreadable emotions.
He glanced at Jiang Yun's departing figure, then at the high platform, and finally his gaze swept over Yin Lie's corpse. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally let out a long sigh filled with helplessness.
He didn't say much, but instead solemnly cupped his hands in greeting towards the high platform, everything understood without words.
Immediately, he activated the Void Mirror, and its clear light flowed, enveloping the few remaining members of his side, their figures gradually fading away.
Like ink stains seeping into water, it silently followed the Jiang Family away.
The hazy Yaoguang Holy Lord fluctuated violently a few times, before finally being smoothed out by an invisible hand, returning to a near-deathly calm.
Under the holy light, no one could see his expression; they could only sense the aura that suddenly subsided, like the suppressed energy before a volcanic eruption, before finally dissipating into nothingness.
He stood there, silent for a full three breaths, as if engaged in some kind of difficult internal struggle.
In the end, he said nothing, but simply gazed deeply at the high platform as if trying to imprint that figure in black robes into the depths of his soul.
Then he suddenly turned around, and holy light swept up his disciples, transforming them into a streak of light that shot towards the exit without looking back.
The War King of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty had a livid face, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. A young prince beside him seemed to want to say something, but was silenced by a stern glare from the War King.
He stared intently at the Wushi Scripture, his eyes a mixture of greed and fear, with fear ultimately prevailing.
He stomped his foot hard, cracking the ground, and squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth:
"Walk!"
Filled with deep resentment, he led his men away.
The Great Xia Emperor remained relatively calm. The Taihuang Sword above his head had already been sheathed. He took a deep look at the Dao Body, then at the Beginningless Bell.
A flicker of understanding and deep apprehension crossed his eyes. He nodded slightly, as if to say hello.
He then led his men away in an orderly fashion, maintaining the dignity of royalty, yet unable to conceal his sense of desolation.
The powerful figures of the various demon races exchanged glances, their eyes filled with horror and a desire to retreat.
They believed in the law of the jungle even more than humans, and faced with a force they could not possibly resist, their instincts drove them to leave.
Several demon kings let out a low roar, stirring up a demonic wind that swept up their subordinates, transforming them into streaks of demonic rainbows of various colors as they fled.
The few remaining members of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Region were even more reckless; seeing that things were hopeless, they didn't even bother to utter a harsh word.
He directly unleashed a secret technique, his figure disappearing into the shadows like a ghost, vanishing without a trace, as if he had never existed.
Even some people who originally exuded a fierce aura and came from the edge of other Life Forbidden Zone or ancient races completely lost their minds at this moment.
Yin Lie's fate was too tragic and too swift, completely shattering the last shred of hope in their hearts.
There's no point in staying here any longer; the inheritance on that high platform is out of their reach.
In an instant, figures filled the hall, all retreating in fear.
No one spoke, no one complained, only heavy footsteps, suppressed breathing, and the faint sound of wind stirred up by the circulation of divine power.
They carefully avoided the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, as if avoiding a plague, for fear of attracting the slightest attention from the one on the high platform.
The Wushi Scripture and the Beginningless Bell, which originally symbolized opportunity and hope, had now transformed into death warrants and untouchable taboos in their eyes.
The entire evacuation was silent and swift, carrying with it a sense of panic and lingering fear after surviving a catastrophe.
Duan De stared wide-eyed at the hidden array patterns in the corner.
He looked at those important figures who he usually had to look up to and rack his brains to scrape a few things out of their ancestral graves.
They fled like stray dogs, their chubby faces jiggling.
He swallowed hard, making a "gulp" sound.
He wiped the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead without him noticing, his voice tinged with lingering fear and barely suppressed excitement as he muttered to himself:
"Boundless, boundless, damn Heavenly Venerable!"
Is that all?
These guys, who are usually so arrogant, are now running faster than startled mice!
"I've truly seen something new today!"
The Black Emperor stood upright, one paw folded across his chest, the other stroking the dog's chin, his eyes gleaming with an extremely human-like, proud smug light.
It flicked its bald tail and transmitted its thoughts telepathically, its tone full of boastfulness:
"Woof! You country bumpkin! See that? This is what you call absolute strength!"
No matter what holy land or dynasty you are, or what Primordial Royal Clan you are, you are all just a paper tiger before the true mandate of heaven and the decree of the Great Emperor!
It breaks with a single poke! Hmm, this Feng Cai has a hint of the Great Emperor's domineering presence back in the day!
Of course, compared to when I followed the Great Emperor back in the day, I'm still a little bit lacking!
It didn't forget to pat itself on the back one last time.
Ye Fan ignored the noise from the person and dog beside him.
His gaze remained as steadfast as a rock, firmly fixed on the figure in black robes on the high platform.
As the various forces receded like the tide, the main hall became unprecedentedly empty and deathly silent.
Surrounded by chaotic energy and bathed in the radiant glow of the Daoist principles flowing from the Wushi Scripture, that Dao Body appeared all the more aloof and peerless.
As if standing apart from the long river of time, it forms an Eternal picture with the Purple Mountain and the Emperor Bell and Imperial Scripture.
His suspicion, like a seedling breaking through the soil, emerged after witnessing the scene of "all the powerful retreating and the imperial road falling silent."
It grew wildly, becoming increasingly clear and certain.