Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 264: All parties gathered
After the powerful bell rang, all the experts above the Golden Immortal level raised their heads and looked towards the heavens.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared, and the starry sky changed color.

Those who had already received the news immediately understood that the Eastern Emperor Bell had been born...

Without any further words, the numerous powerful figures soared into the sky together, heading towards the outer reaches of the heavens.

The supreme innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Everyone knows the power of this treasure; once you get your hands on it, you will undoubtedly become the number one person below the sage.

Heaven, Hell, the West, Taoism, independent cultivators...

All the Golden Immortals and above from various factions unleashed their magic spells and rushed towards the heavens.

At this very moment, the Holy Mother of Wudang and Yunxiao were standing in the Heavenly Court, looking at the starry sky.

Beside the two was a handsome young man, Feng Jie, who was also a survivor of the Investiture of the Gods war of the Jie Sect.

Belonging to the second generation of disciples, the disciple of the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, and also a Golden Immortal figure cultivated by the Jie Sect.

Apart from the three, the rest of the Jie Sect members were imprisoned by the Investiture of the Gods and could not participate in this great battle without the orders of the Heavenly Emperor and the Four Emperors.

Those disciples who returned from the West were all below the Golden Immortal level and were not qualified.

A glint of starlight flashed in Feng Jie's eyes as he glanced at the situation beyond the heavens, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"My two senior sisters, our senior uncle hasn't emerged from seclusion yet. Are we going to participate in this battle for supremacy?"

Having spent a long time in the Jie Sect, he vaguely knew some inside information. The arrival of the Eastern Emperor Bell would attract many worlds, and many precious treasures and rare materials would follow.

In his view, the two female disciples are the only ones who truly have real power in the Jie Sect today.

Golden immortals roam everywhere above; even if you go up there yourself, it won't have much effect.

In the Star Wars, the only ones the Jie Sect truly had the strength to contend for were the Holy Mother of Wudang and Yunxiao, as well as Chen Feng, who was in seclusion.

The Holy Mother of Wudang, dressed in blue, pondered for a moment: "Why don't we go and ask the Emperor Ziwei to see if we can let our fellow disciples who have been conferred the title of gods go together?"

Dressed in a long white dress, Yunxiao, with a cool expression, shook her head: "No, never mind. The Emperor also has important matters to attend to and has gone to the starry sky. Although the Emperor won't refuse our request because of our friendship with Master, it's not good to bother him."

Indeed, this was the case. In normal times, Ziwei had put in a lot of effort for the Jie Sect, and now that they were at a critical moment, they did not want to trouble others any further.

To remove the restrictions on those listed in the Investiture of the Gods, the user needs magical power and authority from the Heavenly Court.

In such a critical period of struggle, the lack of magical power and authority could be extremely fatal.

After a moment of careful contemplation, Yunxiao's expression hardened, his cool gaze remaining unwavering.

"Senior sister, I plan to go and take a look this time. There are many resources and spiritual objects in the other world. Those spiritual objects may be helpful to our Jie Sect now."

"In addition, as you probably know, various secret techniques and artifacts are also indispensable, and there is a high possibility that there are ways to counter the Investiture of the Gods."

Upon hearing this, both the Holy Mother of Wudang and Feng Jie beside him fell silent.

It must be said that the Investiture of the Gods is indeed what the members of the Jie Sect most wanted to abolish.

Once the Investiture of the Gods is abolished, the strength of the Jie Sect will surely rise several levels within a few decades.

Thinking of this, even the usually cautious Holy Mother of Wudang was finally tempted.

"Let's go then, let's go up and take a look. The three of us together can't afford any major mistakes. Let's see if we can get some spiritual items or secret techniques."

Feng Jie, who had hesitated at first, could only nod when he saw that his two senior sisters had made up their minds.

The three of them are not going to seize the Eastern Emperor Bell, but only to seize some spiritual objects and secret techniques from the world. Presumably, nothing will go wrong.

Without further delay, the three activated their Dao Fruit Immortal Techniques, transformed into streams of light, and flew towards the outer starry sky.

As altitude increases, the airflow gradually strengthens, forming powerful and sharp turbulent currents mixed with the power of stars.

Only a Golden Immortal could withstand such a level of power.

They moved very quickly and arrived at their destination in no time.

The view before me was completely different from the view of the stars below.

The Milky Way is like a celestial river forged from spilled diamonds, with billions of stars adorning the dark sky. Even falling meteors trail long, gilded tails, like golden ribbons carelessly left behind by the Heavenly Emperor.

The mysterious, dimly lit space, interspersed with the twinkling, dazzling morning stars, undeniably possessed a unique and inexplicable atmosphere.

Even with the eyesight of a Great Immortal, one cannot see the end of it.

At this moment, more than a hundred people have gathered in this vast area.

They were all experts at the Golden Immortal level or above.

They occupied different positions according to their respective factions.

At the very core, closest to the void in front, are quasi-saint level powerhouses.

A dozen or so people stood there, and even though they were in the void of stars, the various celestial phenomena around them were constantly changing.

The West, the Human Religion, the Heavenly Court, independent cultivators, the Underworld, the Dragon Court...

All four Heavenly Emperors, except for Empress Houtu, have arrived here, including even Haotian, the ruler of the Three Realms.

Several ancient, reclusive cultivators, including Zhen Yuanzi and Kunpeng, also appeared here.

It's important to understand that a quasi-saint level expert cannot break through simply by relying on resources.

Talent, opportunity, and luck are all indispensable.

The most outstanding among them was the Ziwei Emperor. His dark purple robes fluttered in the starlight, and his purple aura was as deep and vast as the sea. Hundreds of millions of stars spontaneously descended and formed a star array around him, and even some of the Milky Ways turned into jade belts flowing in front of him.

As the Emperor's eyes opened and closed, two beams of purple lightning pierced through the sea of ​​stars. With a gentle grasp of his hand, the chaotic star trails were smoothed out by an invisible force. His majesty, which held the reins of heaven and earth, caused the void to tremble.

In this starry sky, the Ziwei Emperor holds a tremendous advantage; in a one-on-one battle, no one can rival him.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the farthest point.

Even with their eyesight, they could only make out a blurry image of the clock at that moment.

In the chaos beyond the stars, six figures stood there, each with a different build, but without exception, each one was extremely powerful.

That kind of power is a power that cannot be described in words.

The six stood above the sea of ​​stars, their bodies radiating a tangible, divine light that dimmed the light of the countless stars by a third.

Each breath caused the galaxy to rise and fall, as if the laws of heaven and earth flowed according to their will.

The sage's robes fluttered, and with a light touch of his toes, a cloud of starlight condensed. When the six of them stood side by side, their invisible aura transformed into a light barrier that stretched across the starry sky, blocking even shooting stars and seemingly shifting the direction of the Milky Way for them.

Ziwei's power is a visible power, a power that can be clearly felt.

However, the power of the six saints ahead seemed to be on a completely different level, not even comparable to that of a quasi-saint.

Even those quasi-saints dared not easily look directly at the face of a saint.

Although there are restrictions, and sages are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the Three Realms, what if these restrictions are lifted someday... More than a hundred Golden Immortals and Great Luo Immortals, more than a dozen Quasi-Saints, plus six Saints, and finally, the Heavenly Dao Hongjun.

This is the power of the primordial world, a power strong enough to crush any resistance.

The positions of the six saints are also very particular. Tongtian and Nuwa are alone, Yuanshi Shangqing stands together, and Jieyin and Zhunti of the West also stand together.

Clearly, the impact of the Investiture of the Gods was profound.

This directly led to a complete break between the Three Pure Ones. At this moment, Tongtian's hatred for Yuanshi was no less than that for Jieyin and Zhunti.

The Three Pure Ones are one family. Their disciple Yunxiao treated the people of the Chan Sect with respect and forgave them several times.

As a result, Yuanshi, who was supposed to be the senior disciple, personally stepped in to bully the weak, which was truly shameless.

Looking at the group of Quasi-Saints behind him, Yuanshi's expression darkened.

There were more than a dozen Quasi-Saints, none of whom belonged to the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect.

However, there was one in the Human Sect, namely Xuandu, the eldest disciple of Taiqing.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful about the Investiture of the Gods war back then.

The Buddhist sect has four such figures: Tathagata, Dipankara, Bhaisajyaguru, and Kong Xuan, the first peacock in the world.

After the Investiture of the Gods, Taoism declined and Buddhism rose, and the situation had become largely settled...

Here, time seems to have no concept.

After an unknown amount of time, the shape of the Eastern Emperor Bell in front of them gradually became clearer and they drew closer.

The next moment, the bronze bell pierced through the chaos.

The cloud and thunder patterns entwined on the bell glowed with a ghostly golden light in the dark night, each line seemingly telling the story of the long-forgotten laws of heaven.

The bell hung in mid-air with its mouth facing down. With a deafening roar, visible sound waves spread out from the bell, and wherever it passed, even the light of the stars seemed to be crushed by this pressure, turning into tiny specks of light that fell to earth.

This is the innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Behind it, dozens of worlds were drawn towards the primordial world at high speed.

Among dozens of worlds, many have already sensed something amiss, and many of their top experts are doing their utmost to stop this pull.

Unfortunately, this attraction was personally set up by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and it is not so easy to resolve.

Upon seeing this, Taiqing, the eldest disciple, nodded. Before he could even speak, the void shimmered with a lustrous sheen, and his voice resounded around him, grand and awe-inspiring.

"Alright, fellow disciples, it's time to take action as instructed by our master. We'll handle the larger worlds, and leave the rest to the people below."

"In addition, the previous agreement still stands. We shall not interfere in the matter of the Eastern Emperor Bell; the decision shall be made by those below."

When it came to the last point, even the usually calm and indifferent Taiqing couldn't help but show a slight ripple.

Back then, this agreement was strongly established by the Three Pure Ones, after all, the three religions were as close as family, working together, and their strength was many times greater than that of the barren West.

I originally thought that after the Eastern Emperor Bell appeared, it would surely become an object belonging to the three religions according to this rule, but I never expected it to turn out like this...

Zhunti smiled lightly, and the Seven Treasures Tree flew out from his sleeve, instantly growing to a height of ten thousand ren. The seven treasures of gold, silver, lapis lazuli and the like radiated brilliant light on the tree. With a sweep of its shadow, it rippled through several powerful worlds, enveloping them in intense golden light.

"Everyone, I'll start by making a fool of myself."

Seeing this, the other five birthday celebrants around them no longer hesitated and unleashed their abilities to attack those powerful worlds.

The Tai Chi symbol unfolds from the void, with black and white energies flowing like the beginning of chaos.

The Pangu Banner stood in mid-air, its surface swirling with chaotic, turbulent energy. As the banner swayed, countless phantom images of creation flashed in the void.

Tongtian held the Qingping Sword, its blade shimmering with light. With a single slash, countless sword energies surged forth, unleashing a continuous and ever-flowing force of law.

The twelve-petaled lotus platform rises from beneath the connecting pin, its petals blooming, each radiating a gentle yet irresistible Buddhist light.

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Several sages acted together, immediately stopping some extremely powerful worlds, while the remaining worlds, along with the Eastern Emperor Bell, continued to fall into the starry sky behind them.

As the Eastern Emperor Bell and the various worlds were about to fall, the surrounding powerful figures became restless, like wolves swarming around a flock of sheep.

Hundreds of streaks of light flashed by, surrounding those worlds completely.

The Eastern Emperor Bell emitted a booming sound and continued its ascent into the depths.

But those worlds stopped moving, frozen in the starry sky.

Even though the sages have intercepted some powerful worlds, there are still some worlds with formidable powerhouses.

"Roar!!! You're all courting death!"

“I, Ossi, the progenitor of dragons, will kill you all.”

With a roar, a colossal Western dragon emerged from the world, its powerful aura sweeping across the land, its form enormous.

It was none other than the progenitor of dragons in this world, its body radiating flames that were extremely bright and vivid.

He had been fast asleep when an overwhelming sense of danger struck him, making him realize something was wrong and prompting him to wake up.

With a sudden slap, he sent a nearby Western Golden Immortal flying.

The soul can communicate with others, making it easy for them to understand what the other person means, even if they don't speak the same language.

"Ha, the ancestor of dragons, you little bug, what a boastful tone. Everyone, this one is mine."

A man dressed in black with dragon-like eyes chuckled, then suddenly sprang into his true form.

Bone spurs shot up from his spine, seemingly able to pierce through the clouds. His dragon eyes opened and closed, revealing the rising and falling of the sun and moon. His mere presence was enough to make all living beings tremble and prostrate themselves on the ground.

The dragon's body, when stretched out, can circle Kunlun three times. Every inch of its muscles contains the power to move mountains and fill seas. When it swings its tail, it can stir up the four seas and cause the Milky Way to overflow. When it breathes, it can freeze thousands of miles of ocean and burn down thousands of acres of forests.

Its scales are like those forged from ancient black iron, capable of withstanding thunderbolts from the heavens when covering its body. Even if a chaotic gale blows by, it will only leave a shallow mark. Even star fragments will be reduced to dust when they collide with it.

It was none other than the true trump card behind the Four Seas Dragon Clan, the ancient dragon son, Long Nirvana.

He is also the only Quasi-Saint level powerhouse in the Dragon Clan, bearing the last bit of the Dragon Clan's destiny.

The powerful aura made the Western dragon tremble.

A hint of mockery flashed in Long Nie's eyes. Without uttering any nonsense, he let out a dragon roar and took a bite.

Seeing this, the surrounding quasi-saints said nothing, abandoned this world, and headed away.

Long Nirvana possesses the last remaining fortune of the dragon race, and with the accumulation of years of cultivation, he has already severed his two corpses, making him a top-tier powerhouse today.

Suddenly, a great battle erupted across the entire starry sky.

In order to obtain spiritual resources from various worlds, the powerful beings in this primordial world are now exerting all their strength, employing various methods and magical treasures...

(End of this chapter)