PDLP Chapter 418 Chaos Bell
Chapter 418 Chaos Bell
Chapter 418 The Chaos Bell
Jinji Ridge.
No one expected that Kong Xuan would die just as he was about to unleash his final move against Zhunti Daoist.
Nezha's words were like thorns piercing the heart of Daoist Zhunti. He glanced back at the boy and then lowered his eyes.
The spiritual energy in his hand receded, the dazzling light disappeared, and it returned to the shape of an ordinary tree branch, which he held tightly.
Zhunti glanced at Randeng from afar and said angrily in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"This is the great general you were talking about who can add to the West!"
Daoist Ran Deng dared not answer. At this moment, there were many disciples of the Chan Sect. He felt a chill run down his spine and his fists clenched.
Yang Jiao raised a hand and caught a withered leaf falling from the sky. She held the dried stem and twirled it around, her gaze meeting that of Randeng and Zhunti:
"These two old men must have a secret."
Perhaps, long ago, the Taoist Ran Deng had already made contact with the West.
I just don't know who the wolf and who the tiger are.
However, they were all scheming against each other, and their cooperative relationship didn't seem very deep.
Yang Jiao thought that since the Western Religion was short of people, Zhunti would naturally accept anyone who came.
Why did Randeng, who had already risen to the position of vice leader of the Chan Sect, ultimately go to the West?
Could it be...?
Yang Jiao's eyes hardened, and she murmured:
"Hongjun's debt."
Back then, when the Grandmaster Hongjun fought against the Demon Ancestor Rahu, he destroyed the earth's veins in the western region, causing spiritual energy to cease to grow. Therefore, even though he knew that Jieyin and Zhunti were trying to abduct the Taoist in the Investiture of the Gods, he allowed it.
It's understandable that Burning Lamp, having been at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for too long and unable to break through that bottleneck, would rather go to the Western Sect for the sake of his own cultivation.
The Way of Heaven is determined by Hongjun.
He wanted to make amends for the western region, and also ensure that the people in that region would be able to improve in the future.
She lowered her eyes:
"The Investiture of the Gods was created after my uncle went to Zixiao Palace to plead his case, and he was appointed as one of the 365 righteous gods."
The Taoist Ancestor owed the West an apology, yet the monks Jieyin and Zhunti dared to demand exorbitant sums and abduct three thousand Taoists. In the end, the West profited the most.
From this perspective, the way of Heaven is also selfish.
The Heavenly Court, which maintains the operation of all living beings in the Three Realms, could not overcome even a trace of his own guilt.
The purpose of Zhunti Daoist's visit was to subdue Kong Xuan, and now that Kong Xuan had left, he could not linger any longer.
Before leaving, he surveyed the entire battlefield, memorizing the names of those with deep roots. Although he failed to abduct Kong Xuan, a powerful figure with quasi-saint cultivation, he unexpectedly spotted Nezha and Yang Jian.
These two have a very deep foundation, and their future achievements will be no less than those of these innate beings.
Zhunti thought to himself:
"These two should definitely be accepted as disciples of the Western Sect."
After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the foundations of the living beings that were born became shallower and shallower. Now, looking at the Three Realms, apart from the innate beings that emerged from the primordial era, each generation of humankind is worse than the last.
But I never expected this to happen today.
I saw two more.
Zhunti's gaze fell on Yang Jiao, with a hint of regret.
Having already missed one, we absolutely cannot let the other two slip by.
He looked at the lamp and secretly transmitted his voice:
"Yang Jian and Nezha, consider them as your welcoming gift for joining the Western Sect. As long as you bring these two with you after the Investiture of the Gods, your senior brother and I will definitely help you break through to the Quasi-Saint realm."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist Ran Deng was overjoyed.
He had been a Grand Luo Golden Immortal for far too long, and had even sought a method from the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, only to be told to "proceed step by step." What utter nonsense about proceeding step by step! If the Venerable had been willing to grant him a method to increase his cultivation, he would have already reached the Quasi-Saint level.
Ran Deng's thoughts grew increasingly heavy, as he pondered that since the appearance of the Primordial Purple Qi, all the sages had begun to be wary of the cultivation levels of their disciples.
Since the Dao Ancestor felt ashamed before the West, he was determined to obtain the last wisp of Primordial Purple Qi and become a sage in the West.
Zhunti Daoist lifted his foot and left, disappearing in an instant.
Jiang Ziya watched the retreating figure of Daoist Ran Deng for a moment, then after a long while, he got down to business and instructed several groups of people:
"The General of Jinji Ridge has fled; leave the pass immediately!"
The Xiqi army marched in a mighty procession, crossing the border of Xiqi under a sky full of red mist.
Ahead lies the Sishui Pass of the Shang Dynasty.
Eighty li east of Sishui Pass lies Jiepai Pass, where the Zhuxian Sword Formation was set up.
As time became increasingly urgent, Yang Jiao took out the Chaos Bell, a small bell about the size of a palm. It looked ordinary and was hard to connect with the Chaos Bell that had once shaken the Three Realms in the hands of Donghuang Taiyi.
"How exactly can I recover?"
Yang Jiao racked her brains, even squeezing a drop of blood from her fingertip onto it.
As expected, there was no reaction whatsoever.
The Chaos Bell did not exhibit the blood-binding ceremony depicted in novels; it was covered in rust and devoid of any spiritual energy.
Yang Jiao hooked the Chaos Bell with her finger, thinking of the true owner of the Chaos Bell, Donghuang Taiyi. He and Dijun were both three-legged golden crows carrying the true fire of the sun, and the Chaos Bell was with them from birth.
Despite cultivating for ten thousand years, he still couldn't unleash the full power of the Chaos Bell, yet he still managed to gain an extremely resounding reputation by using its power—the number one person below the Saints, and one for one above the Saints.
After he revealed his identity, the so-called "number one person below the sage" was finally selected, including Zhen Yuanzi, Kong Xuan, and Xuan Du.
"That's it! Self-destruct!"
Yang Jiao grasped the key point.
During the great battle between the Demon Court and the Ancestral Witches, Kunpeng suddenly betrayed them and stole the Hetu and Luoshu, causing Dijun to be distracted and besieged and killed. In order to kill Donghuang Taiyi as well, the Ancestral Witches detonated themselves one by one.
It took several Ancestral Witches self-destructing one after another to force Donghuang Taiyi to also detonate his primordial spirit and die along with the Ancestral Witches.
It was only the self-destruction of nearly ten innate beings, or powerful beings whose cultivation was infinitely close to that of saints, that caused the Chaos Bell to lose its spirituality.
So... does the way to reopen it also require finding such a powerful energy impact?
"In the Three Realms, only a sage could possess such formidable power." Yang Jiao ran her fingers over the rust on the Chaos Bell, feeling its slightly rough texture against her fingertips. She immediately thought, "The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"
Only the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation can draw the attention of a sage. If the Chaos Bell is secretly placed at the core of the formation...
When the sages surround and cast their spells, they should be able to break through the restrictions on the Chaos Bell!
Yang Jiao was overjoyed, but then suddenly frowned:
"It wouldn't be difficult to just place the Chaos Bell inside, but if the Chaos Bell breaks through at that time and its power is greatly amplified, it would be bad if the Sage discovered it."
Yang Jiao felt a great deal of pressure as she glanced at the still innocent Mosquito Taoist and felt envious.
"We were all born from nature, but you're probably the one who's had the best life."
Mosquitoes are living a blissful life.
It is evident how much effort the Styx Ancestor put into raising the mosquitoes, who were born from the same sea of blood as him.
Just as Yang Jiao was at a loss with the Chaos Bell, a figure riding a black-spotted tiger leaped out from the shadows of Golden Rooster Ridge.
"Shen Gongbao?"