After a series of bloody battles, an elderly man with a white beard from the true fairy realm successivey slayed several competitors, intimidating a group of scattered immortals. Holding a gleaming treasure sword, he strode resolutely towards the chaotic bell.
His steps grew faster, and as the distance to the Chaotic Bell approached only ten zhang, the joy on his face suddenly turned to terror. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, gushing out. The elder's shout was filled with sorrow: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"
Before the words had fallen, some great mystical power acted upon his body. The old man didn't even manage a groan, as if struck by an invisible giant hand. His body and soul were ground into dust by the traces of the Dao emitted from the Chaotic Bell. With the wind, not a trace remained.
"Ha-ha-ha! What a fool!"
Great Chakras smilingly stood up: "Please allow me, my friend, to lead by example for all of you."
The "companion in the Tao" he mentioned naturally referred to the disciples of the sage, and those scattered immortals were not worth his glance.
Zhen Yuanzi combed his beard and nodded: "Please, my companion."
Great Chakras was not Vishnu, and this position has always been respected in both Western religion and future Buddhism, known as the threepure ones of Amitala, Great Chakras **, and *.* * was in the center, Guanyin on the left side of Buddha, Great Chakras on the right side of Buddha, which was a famous Mahasattva or Mahabodhisattva.
Now all immortals are within the framework of the Xuanmen (Mystic School), and Great Chakras is no exception.
He was 8 feet tall, dressed in a robe, making him one of the tallest disciples in the Western Religion. Compared to Maitreya's potbellied appearance, he looked more like a handsome and charming young immortal cultivator.
Great Chakras moved forward calmly, with no trace of fear or hesitation in his demeanor. He placed his right hand on the Chaotic Bell.
The sound of Zen rang out, and lotus petals covered an area of ten zhang around Great Chakras. The fruit of the Taiyi Immortal's cultivation was fully unfurled, as he attempted to retrieve the Chaotic Bell by communicating with his own inherent chaotic essence.
Countless lotus petals fell from the sky, and the Chaotic Bell within emitted a series of melodious clear sounds. Whether it was a rejection or a test, Great Chakras' face was serious, his brow furrowed. The Zen sound within the fruit and the bell's sound intertwined together.
Deng Chanyu watched from afar, seeing Great Chakras' aura continue to rise. His originally handsome face became even more refined, and his skin gradually became finer. Just as she was suspicious that he was about to reveal his true identity and change into a woman's clothing, Great Chakras moved his hand away.
He shook his head and said, "I am modest and shallow in my learning, and I have not passed the test of the supreme treasure. It seems that the supreme treasure and I are not meant to be."
The disciples of the Western Religion tried in turn, and finally, each shook their heads and walked away.
The crowd of immortals looked at Deng Chanyu, who smiled and asked, "Is this based on the ranking reversed from the sage's hierarchy?"
"Alright, I'll give it a try."
Zhen Yuanzi was still very courteous: "Please, my friend."
Deng Chanyu walked to the front of the Chaotic Bell. She felt the Dao traces left by the Immortals she had killed within ten zhang. Only Dao traces can counter other Dao traces. The Chaotic Bell emitted such a strong aura that it was difficult to deal with for those without a cultivator to control it. However, Great Chakras created both Zen sound and lotus petals to make things appear more formidable than they actually were. To those with insight, it was still considered a lower level of cultivation.
She slightly waved her shoulders, using the 0 to 1 spatial ability she possessed, to introduce all the Dao traces emitted from the surface of the Chaotic Bell into an unknown space. Then, she touched this ancient treasure of Huatian without a trace of fragrance.
With the great beginning of the Primordial World, refining the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind, the Chaotic Bell demonstrated the prelude to opening the heavens for her.
She did not receive any hints from Nu Wa on this side, and the Cosmic Cane did not perceive the truth. The key reason was that the Cosmic Cane had never seen the Chaotic Bell. When Taiyi One held the Chaotic Bell and stepped out of the sun star to "make a formal debut," Yang Mei had already taken the Cosmic Cane away from the World of Creation.
"I am not destined to have any connection with this treasure."
Deng Chanyu released her hand and calmly stepped back.
What exactly is this thing? Deng Chanyu really doesn't know, but she can definitely say it's not the Chaotic Bell!
She believed in her eyes and the judgments of Nuwa and Fuxi.
She sat calmly on the cloud bed, determined to take a close look and see what kind of tricks a fake Chaotic Bell could play.
Niao Zha and Xiao Qingluan's cultivation levels were too far apart, there was no need to try.
Now it's time for the Zhejiao (Secular School).
Master Dabao ignored the chaotic bell's Dao traces that killed, similar to Deng Chanyu, and gently touched.
Just touching it once means that one has no connection with this treasure.
There's a problem! This time, not only Deng Chanyu, but even Maitreya and Guang Chengzi were staring at him.
Among the immortals present, besides Zhen Yuanzi, Master Dabao had the highest cultivation.
Treasures are determined by fate and cultivation. In the World of Creation, often times one's fists are equivalent to fate.
Master Dabao's nonchalant and unassuming demeanor looked downright eerie.
The senior master of the Zhejiao returned to his own cloud bed, sat motionless, and made no explanation.
He portrayed an indifferent attitude, as if nothing was happening, and no one could force him.
Now it's just the members of the Xuanjiao (Clarifying School).
The eleven immortals tried in turn but were unable to communicate with the Chaotic Bell successfully. Guang Chengzi exerted all his strength, continuously striking the Chaotic Bell with his Dalaotao fruit, and the sound of metal and stone echoed endlessly. However, he eventually found his efforts fruitless and had to step back.
He communicated with the Chaotic Bell for the longest time, almost half an hour, and gained a sufficient understanding of this supreme treasure.
After returning to the Xuanjiao cloud bed, he paused and drew a symbol in mid-air, handing it to Lei Zhenzi and Ji Fa: "You should also try."
He also cast a glance at Zhen Yuanzi, implying whether this would be acceptable.
Zhen Yuanzi smiled and nodded, "I have no objections, feel free."
Lei Zhenzi, bearing the symbol from Guang Chengzi, skillfully avoided the Dao traces emanating from the Chaotic Bell. Following his own interpretation to communicate with it, the result was inevitably a failure.
Finally, it was Ji Fa's turn.
This Zhou king was not lacking in courage and wisdom, but he had always felt a bit uneasy in his heart today.
He was used to the spotlight and suddenly found himself at an assembly of immortals, feeling like just another member. This was very unfamiliar to him, but when he noticed all the immortals staring at him, he began to feel a bit more like the commander leading his army in battle.
Ji Fa mocked himself with a few light laughs, took a step forward to the Chaotic Bell, and imitated the actions of the other immortals, reaching out to stroke the bell's surface.
In a daze, he heard his own voice.
"I am the king of Zhou, the sovereign of the world, and the true protagonist of this realm!"
A voice resonated from within the bell: "Indeed, you are the sovereign. So let me assist you. The human realm, the underworld, and the heavenly palace, all three realms are within your grasp."
Ji Fa was dizzy, and his brain suddenly received too much information. He didn't know what he had just said, but felt a sudden coldness in his arm, and hurriedly opened his eyes.
Just as colorful light suddenly appeared and enveloped him, followed by the automatic flight of a small bronze bell with a terrestial yellow color, landing in his palm, emanating a joyous and unrestrained emotion from within.
Zhen Yuanzi, who was absolutely confident, was taken aback.
How could that be? This bell wasn't repaired by me? I even blessed it for a while. How could it end up in the hands of an Xuanjiao disciple?
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