The Primordial Bell resounded throughout the entire Taoist temple, and the primordial purple energy within the bell transformed into destructive energy.
As the Daoist Taichu was at the center of the vast purple aura, he naturally faced a direct threat.
In an instant, the Hongmeng Bell transformed into a scene of the end of the Hongmeng world.
The celestial light surrounding the Primordial Daoist was trembling violently, on the verge of collapse.
He was startled and quickly raised his hand, pointing. A lotus flower formed from purple energy slowly appeared above his head.
The lotus flower turned slightly, casting wisps of purple energy that enveloped him like a protective shield.
At this moment, the Primordial Daoist seemed to be inside a huge purple sphere of light.
However, the destructive power formed from the purple aura surged forth like a tidal wave, constantly washing over the purple sphere of light.
Under immense pressure, the purple sphere began to twist and deform, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Just then, a melodious bell rang out. With a clear and resounding clang, it shook the heavens and the earth.
The sound of the bell was like an invisible force, converging from all directions with a powerful impact.
With a crisp pop, the purple orb shattered instantly, leaving the Primordial Daoist completely unprepared and exposed to the impact of the bell's sound.
His eyes widened, his face filled with horror.
The next instant, under the impact of the bell, his entire expression and even his body began to deform and distort.
Hu Le sat quietly on the futon, with the Hongmeng Bell hanging high in front of him.
As he continued to strike the bell with his bamboo staff, the Hongmeng Bell shook incessantly, its tolling like a sudden storm.
He focused his attention entirely on the bell and soon realized that the body of the Primordial Daoist could no longer withstand the impact of the bell's sound and was beginning to show signs of breaking and collapsing.
Under the powerful force of the bell, the screams of the Primordial Daoist were completely drowned out.
As his physical body disintegrated, the body of the Primordial Daoist transformed into pure primordial energy, while his primordial spirit also showed cracks under the impact of the bell, showing a tendency to collapse.
The Taoist Master Taichu did his utmost to guard his mind and try to resist the impact of the bell's sound.
However, all these efforts were in vain.
His mind was ultimately swayed by the sound of the bell, and his spirit was completely shattered.
In fact, his fate was sealed the moment he entered and was trapped inside the Hongmeng Bell.
As the consciousness of the Primordial Daoist gradually faded, and deathly silence descended before him, he was powerless to resist.
His entire being, both his spirit and his physical body, completely dissolved, returning to a mass of primordial energy.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Hu Le raised his hand and pointed, and the Hongmeng Bell, which was suspended in mid-air, immediately stopped rotating.
The bell tolled abruptly and then stopped.
Hu Le placed the bamboo staff beside his leg, and his figure instantly transformed into a wisp of pure energy, rising slowly from the futon, circling the Hongmeng Bell once, and then disappearing into the Hongmeng Bell.
Upon entering the Primordial Bell, the pure energy flew into the primordial energy of creation without stopping, directly merging into the energy.
In an instant, the two energies merged together seamlessly.
However, at that very moment, a powerful killing intent rose from the vital energy.
The consciousness of the Primordial Daoist appeared like a ghost, transforming into a human form, and angrily rebuked: "You despicable fellow! How dare you try to seize my fortune! You're dreaming!"
Before he finished speaking, the Taoist Master Taichu lunged at Hu Le without hesitation.
Clearly, Hu Le was trying to refine him and steal his destiny, while he wanted to seize this opportunity and fight to the death to try to possess Hu Le.
Just as it was about to approach Hu Le, a delicate and exquisite pagoda, radiating a mysterious light, quietly appeared above Hu Le's consciousness.
The consciousness of the Primordial Daoist crashed violently against the Xuanhuang Pagoda, but how could his power contend with the Xuanhuang Pagoda?
With just one collision, he was mercilessly bounced back, his consciousness nearly collapsing.
At this moment, Hu Le's face slowly appeared from below the Xuanhuang Pagoda. He coldly stared at the Taichu Daoist, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and mockery.
"Your end is today! Why bother with that futile struggle!"
"Give me my wish today!"
Hu Le chuckled softly, and with a thought, the Primordial Bell rang out again with a clear sound. This time, the sound was even louder than before, directly reaching the consciousness of the Primordial Daoist.
With a loud bang, the consciousness of the Primordial Daoist could no longer withstand the impact of the bell and shattered instantly.
"Mysterious Phenomenon! You have stolen my destiny!"
"I curse you..."
"I curse you to never attain the Dao Fruit, and you will surely perish in the Dao Tribulation in the future..."
However, before he could finish speaking, another bell rang out, completely drowning out his voice.
His last wisp of consciousness was finally extinguished by the sound of the bell and vanished into nothingness.
Witnessing all this, Hu Le sneered inwardly: "This humble Daoist possesses immeasurable merit; from today onward, I will be a true Primordial God. How could your curse affect me...?"
In his eyes, the final curse of the Primordial Daoist was nothing more than the lament of a loser, not worth taking seriously.
The next moment, he put away the Xuanhuang Pagoda, and his entire consciousness completely merged into the Primordial Chaos Creation Qi, disappearing from sight.
Outside Hongmeng City, at the boundary between Hongmeng and the void, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Hongjun Daoist and the Three Pure Ones Pangu hung in the air with solemn expressions, each holding a primordial sword and forming the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!
This formation was like a giant cage, isolating the heavens and the void, trapping Daoist Zixu inside.
Originally, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was an extremely mysterious formation. If only one sage set up the formation, then four sages would need to work together to break it.
However, now that the four Primordial Saints have jointly set up this formation, its power has become even greater.
Although Daoist Zixu had already attained the Transcendent Realm, he was still unable to escape from the encirclement of the Four Saints in such a grand formation.
Moreover, the four of them also possessed some of the few innate treasures found only in the primordial world.
Hongjun Daoist summoned the Creation Jade Disc, a treasure that shimmered with a strange light, as if it contained endless mysteries and power.
The Supreme Lord Laozi then summoned the Taiji Diagram, which transformed into a golden bridge, hanging high above the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, emitting a burst of five-colored light.
Not to be outdone, Yuanshi Tianzun summoned the Pangu Banner and with a gentle wave, streaks of chaotic sword energy roared out, incredibly sharp.
The entire formation was filled with a chilling aura. The four swords of Zhuxian trembled violently, unleashing beams of sword light, each capable of tearing through space and radiating a terrifying aura.
Although the Purple Void Daoist was surprised to be trapped in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, he didn't take it to heart.
Faced with the swarming sword lights, the banner above his head trembled slightly, extinguishing the incoming sword energy...
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