Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

The six heads of the Nine-Headed Serpent roared in unison, spewing out six streams of destructive energy of different colors from the ground, barely managing to withstand one round of advance from the Immortal Aura Array.

But black blood gushed from its severed neck, and the entire body of the giant beast visibly shrank.

"I can't hold on any longer..." Jiuying's voice came from all six mouths at the same time, filled with a rough despair.

Bai Ze did not respond.

His gaze passed over the starry sky and looked toward the southern horizon.

empty.

There was nothing there.

The Chaos Bell will not come.

Bai Ze's fingers unconsciously caressed the beast bone ring on his wrist, and his lips trembled slightly—

Then he saw it.

On the southern horizon, a tiny golden glimmer appeared, so small it seemed like an illusion caused by visual illusion.

But Bai Ze wouldn't be mistaken.

He had waited tens of thousands of years for that golden aura.

"They're here!"

Bai Ze's voice suddenly rose, and the hunched figure abruptly straightened its back.

He slammed his withered arm heavily on the broken stele, unleashing his remaining demonic power, which managed to prop up the crumbling formation by a third.

"All demons, heed my command! Retreat to the center of the formation! All of you, retreat to the center of the formation!"

The golden light approached from afar, moving so fast that even Daoist Ran Deng didn't have time to react.

"Buzz—!"

A single tolling bell shattered all other sounds on the battlefield.

That wasn't the low humming sound that the Chaos Bell had previously emitted at Meishan.

This time, the bell tolled nakedly, carrying murderous intent, tens of thousands of years of pent-up resentment, and a spirit's response to all the injustices of this world!

The golden light pierced through the light barrier of the Immortal Aura Array!

It wasn't breaking the formation—it was tearing a hole directly in the light screen, like a red-hot knife piercing through a piece of paper.

The Chaos Bell, carrying two figures, entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains through that opening.

The moment the golden light touched the ground, the bell-shaped opening faced downwards—Yang Jian and Yang Chan were ejected by the golden light and landed steadily beside Bai Ze.

Yang Chan now had two pills in her hand. She put one into Bai Ze's mouth and threw the other to Jiu Ying.

"Grandpa Bai Ze! Take your medicine first!"

Bai Ze swallowed the pill without even chewing it.

The moment the medicine entered his stomach, a cool spiritual energy spread from his abdomen, slightly replenishing his nearly depleted demonic power.

"Girl... your cooking skills are amazing..."

"I'll praise you later!"

Yang Chan had already squatted down to the side and poured out all the pills from the animal skin bag and sorted them.

Yang Jian stood beside the broken stele, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings—starlight and golden light intertwined in the sky, and in the distance, wounded demon soldiers were being helped back, while the ground was littered with shattered fragments of array bases and dried demon blood.

His right hand clenched and then relaxed.

This is not a tavern.

When it's time to hold on, you have to hold on.

"teacher."

"Um."

The Chaos Bell hovered directly above the broken stele, its ancient patterns lighting up, dimming, and lighting up again at an unprecedented speed.

That was Zhong Lingyun making the final calculations.

"How can I help?"

"You can't help."

Zhong Lingyun's voice was unusually calm, "What happens next is something only I can do."

"teacher--"

"But you can see."

Zhong Lingyun interrupted Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, open your third eye. What happens next, you will engrave into your very bones."

Yang Jian did not ask any further questions.

He closed his eyes, and golden light slowly emanated from the third eye between his brows.

The Chaos Bell slowly descended, its base resting on the broken stele.

In an instant, all twenty-nine remaining array bases suddenly lit up!

The crimson array patterns healed from the shattered edges—no, not healed, but were overwritten by a higher-dimensional force.

The Daoist essence of the Chaos Bell surged into every meridian of the Zhou Tian Star Array like a tidal wave.

The incomplete formation underwent a qualitative change after being connected to the Chaos Bell.

The innate treasure serves as the core of the formation!

This is the true configuration that the Zhou Tian Star Array should have!

Back then, Donghuang Taiyi used the Chaos Bell as the core and, together with 365 Daluo Golden Immortals, set up a complete array—a power that even saints had to take seriously.

At this moment, there are thirty-six array bases and a weakened Chaos Bell.

Is it enough?

not enough.

Far from it.

But Zhong Lingyun never intended to win by relying on the formation itself.

All he needed was a stage.

"Taiyi."

Zhong Lingyun's consciousness sank into the deepest part of his body, directly facing the Golden Crow Origin that had been dormant for tens of thousands of years.

Golden light pulsed within the chaotic bell, warm and familiar, carrying an ancient and undying pride belonging to the sun.

Zhong Lingyun stretched out his hand of consciousness and touched the ball of light.

The light responded to him.

It is not language, nor divine thought, but a deeper level of perception—hundreds of thousands of years of companionship, hundreds of thousands of years of standing side by side, those memories are like patterns etched in light, all of them surging forth at the slightest touch.

When Taiyi first touched the Chaos Bell, he was just a newly transformed golden crow on the Sun Star, with three legs on the bell wall, tilting his head and curiously examining the bell that was bigger than him.

When Taiyi ascended to the Demon Court and commanded all demons, the Chaos Bell hung above his head, its tolling throughout the heavens.

When Taiyi was studying the laws of the universe, he stayed on the Sun Star for thousands of years without coming out. Only the Chaos Bell accompanied him, listening to him talk to himself, listening to him curse and swear when he was angry during his deductions, and listening to his occasional silence.

Taiyi's final battle, the Lich Calamity.

The twelve ancestral witches combined their power, and heaven and earth collapsed.

Taiyi poured all his cultivation into the Chaos Bell, single-handedly holding off the four Ancestral Witches to buy time for the demon race to retreat.

His last words—

"Old buddy, keep an eye on them for me."

Zhong Lingyun's conscious hand gripped the ball of light tightly.

"Taiichi, this is the last time."

The Golden Crow's origin exploded with a deafening roar!

On the wall of the Chaos Bell, all the patterns lit up at the same time—not the previous ancient dark gold, but a pure, dazzling white gold.

Platinum light overflowed from the bell wall, pouring into every pattern of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array.

The blood-red array patterns were covered by platinum light, turning from red to gold, and from gold to white.

The ground of the entire Shiwan Mountain range was trembling.

"What's going on?!" The expression on the face of the Taoist Ran Deng changed again.

He sensed that power—a power emanating from the Chaos Bell that did not belong to the spirit itself.

That is the power of one person.

A person who has been dead for tens of thousands of years.

Platinum light burst forth from the mouth of the Chaos Bell, like a sun rising in the center of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the light barrier of the Chan Sect's Immortal Spiritual Light Array, penetrating the demonic energy barrier of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and reaching the highest heavens!

The sun trembled.

The true sun star emitted a roar in the sky that could be heard throughout the entire primordial world.

Within the platinum-gold pillar of light, a figure slowly coalesced.

He wore imperial robes, with a three-legged golden crow phantom on his back, and a handsome face that carried an arrogant air of superiority.

His eyes were pure gold, without pupils, like two miniature suns embedded in their sockets!