The northern region was quiet. The ten thousand ancient races were all afraid and didn't dare to come out, not daring to take any action.
However, the world was boiling. The Wu Shi Bell was like the first ray of light at the beginning of time that pierced through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead of the human race.
The resurrection of Great Emperor Wu Shi would suppress the ten thousand races. This was something that everyone was talking about. There were discussions everywhere, breaking the peace that had lasted for many days.
Perhaps it was because they had been suppressed for too long. Many people believed that the ancient Great Emperor was really going to appear and break the current situation.
However, the bell didn't continue for long and came to an abrupt end. Many people were nervously waiting and some were even afraid that it would be an eternal silence.
"Why is it like this?"
"Is Wu Shi really still alive?"
The human race was worried while the ten thousand ancient races were indifferent. Everyone was paying attention and waiting silently.
At this moment, the people of the Valley of Gods let out a long sigh of relief. Their nervous nerves relaxed a little and a cold killing intent appeared on their faces.
Two days had passed but there was no movement from the Purple Mountain. It was as if the bell had never appeared.
The cold smiles on the faces of some ancient race experts became even thicker. The people of the Valley of Gods relaxed and the warships gathered. Although they hadn't moved yet, they were ready at any time.
Inside the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan and Zhang Lin sat together. The Heaven Devouring Evil Jar floated above them and floated up and down. Tens of thousands of strands of black light descended and covered them.
Ye Fan was using the ancient Great Emperor's weapon to suppress the fifth generation Yuan Taoist Master. He wanted to help the fifth generation Yuan Taoist Master shed off his red hair and expel the evil energy in his body.
However, two days had passed and Zhang Lin's fate was still not changed. The red hair had lessened but his body emitted a rotting smell.
"Don't waste your energy. When I return to normal, it will be the end of my life." The Yuan Taoist Master sighed.
Who in the world could avoid death? This one sentence had stumped countless geniuses. Even the ancient Great Emperors had collapsed with the passage of time and returned to dust.
The Yuan Taoist Master walked proudly in the world of nature, digging up all the secrets under the ground. He could obtain astonishing treasures that could prolong his life, but he could not decay.
Zhang Lin disappeared in his later years, and it had already been ten thousand years since then. Ordinary people could not live for so long. He did not have a Great Completion Saint Physique, nor was he a Great Emperor of the Human Race. If he had not become a demon, he would have died a long time ago.
Now, Ye Fan wanted to forcefully expel all the mysteries in his body, but in the end, he could only let him rot and become a corpse.
Zhang Lin was not disappointed. He had lived for such a long time, and his lifespan had long since dried up. He did not yearn for longevity.
"The weapons of the ancient emperors are truly tyrannical, able to suppress the profound secrets in my body. Now, I can finally maintain my consciousness for a period of time."
"Senior, why did you steal the Medicine King from my hands not long ago? Could it be that you need it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Right, why do I have to do this? I'm so muddle-headed, why do I have this kind of instinct?" Zhang Lin said to himself. Then, he suddenly grabbed his waist-length blood-colored hair.
He revealed a pained expression and muttered to himself. He plucked out strands of terrifying red hair and paced back and forth. In the end, his eyes revealed a terrifying expression.
"Aohou …"
In the end, Zhang Lin let out a beast-like roar. His eyes became scarlet red as he ran like the wind.
He passed through one ancient cave after another and disappeared at the end of the small path, howling like a wounded beast.
After a long time, he finally reappeared. In his bosom was a huge source, and within it was a beautiful woman. She was like a lotus that had just emerged from the water. She was flawless, elegant, and otherworldly.
"It's her!" Ye Fan was astonished. Years ago, when he entered the Purple Mountain, apart from the Divine King Jiang Taixu, he also saw a woman sealed in the source. It was this woman.
"Save her!" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse.
Ye Fan immediately understood. This was the Jade Lake Saint Lady Yang Yi from ten thousand years ago. He had heard Zhang Wuye mention her before.
Yang Yi was Zhang Lin's confidante. After learning that something bad happened to him in his later years, she was heartbroken. Disregarding her own life and death, she resolutely entered the Purple Mountain and never appeared in this world again.
"Back then, I let her down too much. After I died, I even implicated her in a dangerous situation." Zhang Lin's voice was trembling, and his red hairy hands were trembling.
This source was suffused with a divine aura and its brilliance was restrained. Ye Fan was dumbfounded. Back then, he had truly misjudged this. This was clearly a special divine source.
Normally, divine sources were golden in color. At that time, he hadn't studied the Heavenly Origin Book yet, so how could he know that there were divine sources of other colors?
However, this wasn't formed from divine source liquid. Zhang Lin sealed Yang Yi inside after breaking it apart. He used the Six Seals Against Immortals technique and other divine source powder to embed it into those cracks and seal it for ten thousand years.
Yang Yi entered the Purple Mountain to die for Yuan Taoist Master. Zhang Lin was half demon and half human. After becoming a red-haired monster, he lost his consciousness, but he still had an instinct to save Yang Yi. This made Ye Fan sigh.
Dang …
The Wu Shi Bell rang out again. This time, the sound didn't stop, shaking the entire world.
One day, two days … ten days …
More than ten days had passed. The bell continued to ring, shaking the five regions and stirring the human race.
This was the fame of the Wu Shi Bell. No matter how many years had passed, when the bell rang, it still shook everyone. Everyone became nervous.
The ten thousand ancient races were truly afraid this time. Who could make the bell ring for more than ten days? This was unimaginable. If they were to get close, they would definitely be blasted into pieces.
The Divine Spirit Valley was completely subdued this time. Their restless thoughts immediately turned cold as if cold water had been poured over them. They didn't dare to act blindly without thinking and only calmly lay dormant.
Dang …
Two months had passed, and the Wu Shi Bell was still ringing. The entire northern region was peaceful, and not a single ancient creature dared to come out. They were all subdued.
This was a huge commotion. Many people believed that the Wu Shi Great Emperor had appeared. Otherwise, how could there be such a long bell wave?
In the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan's face was pale. He had coughed out countless mouthfuls of blood during these two months. Every two days, he would take a bite of the Medicine King.
He was inside the Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar, which blocked all of the bell waves. However, the extreme dao weapon was unmatched, and even the slightest tremble was fatal.
The demonic lid sealed the jar tightly. He was inside, but even so, he still suffered greatly. If not for the two pieces of green copper in his hands, he would have long become a bloody paste.
The two emperor weapons were facing each other. Every day, he would activate the demonic jar and shoot out a strand of black light to strike the great bell hanging on the stone wall.
If not for the Extreme Dao Demonic Jar and the green copper, even a saint would have become dregs long ago. No one could block the bell waves, which were destructive.
The Wu Shi Bell could ring on its own. This was unimaginable, as if someone was activating it. This made Ye Fan deeply understand how terrifying it was. No wonder so many emperor weapons couldn't do anything to it back then.
In the present world, perhaps only the Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar was like this. After merging together, no one could control it, but it could still ring on its own and resist the Wu Shi Bell.
Dang …
The bell waves didn't stop ringing for more than two months. The divine shell that Ye Fan was in already had cracks on it. In the end, he was still affected.
However, his harvest during these two months was also great. The great bell rumbled, the demonic jar shook, and dao patterns crisscrossed everywhere.
He sat inside the Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar with the two pieces of old copper in his hands, protecting himself while silently comprehending and cultivating. These two months were better than twenty years!
Only at this moment did he understand how difficult the Three Immortal Slashes was. Not to mention two months was equivalent to twenty years, even two hundred years was the same.
Three Immortal Slashes, what exactly was he trying to sever?
Ye Fan was stuck here, and he was almost at a loss. He discovered that he had too many fetters, and his entire being should be severed!
Since ancient times, it was unknown just how many outstanding people had been stopped at this hurdle. Ancient books recorded that there were several heaven-defying geniuses who shocked the past, present, and future, but they all fell at this hurdle. Otherwise, there might have been a few more great emperors.
Moreover, there were legends saying that even among the great emperors of the human race, there were some who almost died at this hurdle. One could well imagine how difficult it was.
It was impossible for a mediocre person to pass, but the stronger the person, the greater the resistance they would encounter. The so-called talent might become a heavenly moat on the road ahead.
Listening to the Wu Shi's bell chime and watching the Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar tremble, Ye Fan quietly comprehended and remained motionless. Even though there were more cracks on his body, he was fearless.
In the space between the saint shell's brows, a golden deity sat cross-legged. That was him. He embraced the cauldron and merged with the dao, listening to the rhythm of the bell waves and the demonic jar, comprehending his own dao unceasingly.
Three Immortal Slashes, one had to use one's entire life to stake it all. However, if one didn't work hard, it would be difficult to obtain any results. The heaven slashed the dao, destroying the foundation.
Since ancient times, no one had been able to succeed in one go. No one had ever successfully passed this hurdle. The ancient emperors were the same, using their lives to sever the dao.
For more than two months, listening to the dao sounds, the little golden person in the saint shell's immortal platform became more and more resplendent. It embraced the cauldron and released nine immortal divine rings.
He stepped onto the ninth minor step of the second layer of the immortal platform. Yes, if it weren't for the confrontation between the two monarch weapons, if it weren't for the fact that he was in the flesh shell of a sage, he would have already passed the tribulation.
He believed that once he returned to his original body, his physical body and vital spirit would be one, and he would immediately pass the tribulation and become the strongest expert on Second Heaven.
As for Three Immortals … it was too difficult. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take this step. In the end, he sighed.
Dang!
With the last bell chime, the Purple Mountain slowly returned to peace, and the bell waves disappeared on this day.
It had been three months, and Ye Fan finally made it. The vital spirit in the immortal platform became more and more resplendent, and it was much stronger. Hugging the cauldron, it was like an immortal god.
Even the powerful body shell of an ancient sage hid in the extreme monarch weapon. Cracks appeared on it, but it wasn't destroyed and survived. However, the King Herb was almost exhausted.
Ye Fan didn't treat this experience as a trial. Instead, he used his heart to comprehend it. Facing the Wu Shi Bell Waves and the Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar for the past three months would benefit him for the rest of his life.
At this moment, the entire world was subdued. There wasn't a single person who wasn't frightened. The Ten Thousand Ancient Races didn't dare to act rashly.
In these three months, countless human cultivators knelt to the Purple Mountain. It was almost like a pilgrimage, kowtowing with every step they took.
As for the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, they kept quiet out of fear and hid in their nests, not daring to take a step out.
The Wu Shi Bell rang for three months in a row. The world was awed, and everyone trembled in fear. However, they didn't know that an even greater storm was about to arrive.
"It's far from enough. Only the bell waves and no monarch techniques, how can they be awed?" Ye Fan muttered to himself. Then, he transmitted his voice to the Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar. "Ancestral Master, you and I should take the Grim Reaper with us."
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