Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

"snort!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap, exploded in the deathly silent square!

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Suddenly, the true fire of the sun surged around Di Jun, shining brightly like the sun in the sky. The scorching aura swept outwards, burning the surrounding chaotic air currents into fine ripples!

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the figure in black robes, then over the three Qings standing silently, and finally landing on the futon inside the palace gate.

The greed and determination in his eyes could no longer be concealed!

"With opportunity before us, why should we shrink back?!"

Di Jun's voice was resounding, carrying the domineering and majestic air unique to the Sun Star Lord:

"We cultivators will fight when we should fight, and seize when we should seize!"

"Since none of you dare to enter..."

With one step, the true fire of the sun transformed into a golden halo, blooming beneath his feet:

"Then this first seat... shall be claimed by me, Emperor Jun!"

Before he could finish speaking...

His figure had already transformed into a streak of crimson-gold light, charging fiercely towards the purple futon inside the palace gate!

"Brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi let out a low shout, and the illusory image of the Chaos Bell above his head trembled violently!

"when!"

A vast and resounding bell tolled from the void!

As the bell tolls, time and space stand still, and the rules of the world mourn!

Countless figures who were about to rush out were startled by the sound of the bell, and their bodies froze for a moment!

And it was in that very instant.

Emperor Jun had already rushed to the palace gate, with one foot stepping over the threshold!

His eyes blazed with wild joy as he reached out and grabbed the purple futon!

But at that very moment...

A calm, undisturbed voice, seemingly originating from the very source of the Great Dao, entered his ears clearly, like ice water poured over his head:

"snort."

Spit out a word.

Di Jun's figure... suddenly froze!

It was not imprisoned by external forces, nor suppressed by supernatural powers.

Rather... it's an instinct originating from the deepest part of life!

It was as if a pair of indifferent eyes, transcending everything, descended from the endless heights and glanced at him indifferently.

Just one glance.

This caused the boiling solar fire around his body to extinguish instantly!

The surging magical power within his body... suddenly froze!

Even their very souls... seemed to be frozen!

He remained frozen on the threshold of the palace gate, his hand outstretched in a grabbing motion, one foot inside and one foot outside.

Like... a comical sculpture.

Donghuang Taiyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Brother?!"

He was horrified, and then he could no longer hold back.

The illusory image of the Chaos Bell hummed and trembled, carrying the supreme power to suppress the primordial chaos and imprison time and space, and fiercely pressed down on the standing figure in black robes.

On the bell, the sun, moon, and stars revolve, and earth, water, fire, and wind surge, with the Daoist principles of creation and creation appearing and disappearing within.

Golden flames burned in Donghuang Taiyi's eyes as he exerted all his strength to activate this treasure.

This is his natal treasure, which he was born from the Sun Star. It was transformed from the back of Pangu's axe and is a top-tier innate treasure that combines offense and defense and has endless uses!

In the past, he roamed the primordial world, suppressing all demons and intimidating all heroes with this bell.

He was confident that even if a Primordial Saint were to face him, a full-force strike with this bell would force him to temporarily retreat!

however.

Just as the illusory image of the Chaos Bell touched the area three feet in front of Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan finally... made a move.

It's not raising your hand, it's not forming a hand seal.

He just... slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm, like a still well, yet it seemed to contain the most primordial chaos and truth before the creation of the world.

He looked at the chaotic phantom that was pressing down on him, and at the ferocious and resolute face of Empress Zhong and Donghuang Taiyi.

then.

A fleeting glance...

That's it.

"Buzz!"

The illusory image of the Chaos Bell suddenly froze!

The sun, moon, and stars flowing on the bell, the surging earth, water, fire, and wind, and the rising and falling primordial rhythms... all froze!

It was as if time had stopped completely at this moment, and space had been frozen in this place.

Followed by.

"Click."

A faint, almost imperceptible cracking sound quietly rang out from the very core of the bell.

Donghuang Taiyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

He sensed it.

I sensed that the close, inseparable connection between myself and the Chaos Bell, which originated from our shared destiny, was rapidly weakening!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had grasped the very essence of the Chaos Bell's existence, grasped the innate origin of this supreme treasure, which had been fixed since the beginning of time and had never changed in the slightest!

Then... give it a gentle squeeze!

"No...impossible!!!"

Donghuang Taiyi roared in horror, his body engulfed in the Sun Fire, attempting to recall the Chaos Bell and sever the erosion of that invisible power.

But... it's useless.

That power... surpasses everything!

It surpasses the essence of innate treasures!

Above... any rules he could comprehend!

"Click...click...click..."

The cracking sounds continued, from faint to clear, from the core to the surface.

On the illusory image of the Chaos Bell, fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web!

Where the crack passed, the sun, moon and stars dimmed, earth, water, fire and wind collapsed, and the primordial rhythm of creation wailed!

"when!!!"

The final, mournful cry resounded from the depths of the bell!

It's not a bell.

It was a desperate howl before the very essence of the treasure crumbled!

next moment.

"Bang!!!"

The illusory image of the Chaos Bell... completely shattered!

Transformed into billions of tiny golden specks of light, like exploding fireworks, they bloomed beautifully in the void, only to quickly dim, vanish, and dissipate.

Not even a trace of remains was left.

The Primordial Treasure, the Chaos Bell.

It has completely collapsed!

"puff!!!"

Donghuang Taiyi was struck as if by a heavy blow, his body trembled violently, and he spat out a large mouthful of blazing golden essence blood!

Blood splattered across the sky like a burning sun shower, each drop containing the essence of the sun's true fire, yet quickly eroded and annihilated by the chaotic air currents.

His face was ashen, and his aura plummeted wildly, falling from the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to... the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal!

His most precious treasure was destroyed, causing a backlash from his very source!

If he hadn't been born from the Sun Star and had a deep-rooted lineage, his cultivation would probably have been completely destroyed by now!

"Brother...elder brother..."

Di Jun stood frozen on the threshold of the palace gate, one foot inside and one foot outside, in a gesture of reaching out to grab something, but he couldn't even turn his head.

He could only watch helplessly as Taiyi's natal treasure crumbled, and as Taiyi spat out a mouthful of blood essence, his aura weakening.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror, and a deep-seated fear!

The Chaos Bell!

That was a supreme innate treasure formed from Pangu's axe!

Since the beginning of time, it has been one of the most powerful offensive and defensive treasures in the primordial world!

Even a sage could not harm it in the slightest!

But now... it's all been ruined by that figure in black robes... with just a glance?!

How...how is this possible?!

What exactly is his cultivation level?!

What level of skill?!

Not just Di Jun.

At this moment, in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Even the sound of the chaotic airflow seemed to disappear completely at this moment.

The three thousand mortals, regardless of their cultivation level or background, all stood frozen in place, their pupils contracting and their faces filled with horror.

The illusory image of the landscape map beneath Nuwa's feet dimmed quietly. She gently covered her lips with her delicate hand, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

The Bagua disc in Fuxi's hand stopped spinning, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his deductive power was completely disrupted.

The smile of the Red Cloud Ancestor froze, and the red cloud he was riding quietly dissipated, causing him to stagger.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves hung down, and the illusory image of the Earth Book flickered uncertainly, causing even the heavy earthly aura to become stagnant.

The Kunpeng slightly folded its wings, and the sinister look in its eyes was replaced by boundless terror. It quietly moved half an inch backward.

The three Pure Ones stood side by side, but their reactions were quite different.

Laozi's beard and hair trembled slightly, and his pine-patterned wooden staff paused gently. For the first time, the Daoist aura of non-action showed a noticeable fluctuation, and his eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

The primordial jade-pure immortal light completely subsided, the black and yellow Taoist robe fluttered without wind, his face was as cold as ice, and the knuckles of his fingers pressed into his sleeves had turned white.

Tongtian... his eyes were burning as he stared intently at Kong Xuan, his hand on the hilt of his sword... veins bulging!

It's not fear.

Rather, it was... a boiling fighting spirit and... an indescribable fervor!

He felt it!

That single glance just now contained... such terrifying sword intent!

That's not supernatural power, nor is it magic.

Rather... it is the Great Dao itself!

With eyes as swords and will as the blade, in a single glance... a supreme innate treasure is annihilated!

What a level of skill this is!

What kind of swordsmanship is this?!

He reached the heavens... and what he sought in his entire life was this supreme swordsmanship!

Behind them, the twelve Ancestral Witches all changed color.

Di Jiang's spatial energy became disordered, his figure swayed slightly, and for the first time, a deep sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes.

Gonggong's eyes widened in anger, but mixed with that anger was an undisguised...fear.

The flames in Zhurong's palm were completely extinguished, his hair drooped, and his face was ashen.

Even the most hot-tempered among them dared not show the slightest agitation at this moment.

A single glance... destroyed the Chaos Bell!

Such power is completely beyond their comprehension!

That goes beyond the word "strong".

Rather... it surpasses!

It transcends magical artifacts, transcends rules, transcends... this entire world!

At the edge of the crowd, Jieyin and Zhunti were even more pale-faced, their bodies trembling slightly.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes a sense of relief, as if they had survived a disaster.

fortunately......

Fortunately, I didn't act impulsively just now.

Otherwise... what would have collapsed at this moment would probably not just be the Chaos Bell.

On either side of the palace gate, Haotian and Yaochi stood with their eyes lowered, seemingly oblivious to everything before them.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a very faint ripple in the depths of Haotian's clear and calm eyes.

And Yaochi... her small hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already quietly clenched.