The Primordial Bell appeared out of nowhere, its small size encompassing and suppressing the space-time within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. It was like an insurmountable chasm, firmly locking the figure of the Daoist Wuyang.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from this invisible bondage.
In the end, with no other choice, Wuyang Daozun could only watch helplessly as he was enveloped by the tiny yet enormous Hongmeng Bell.
As the Hongmeng Bell slowly descended, a profound silence descended, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
Seeing this, Hu Le, who was standing at a distance, let out a soft sigh.
He simply extended a finger and gently touched it, and the Hongmeng Bell instantly flew back into his hand.
Recalling this battle, although he had always had the upper hand and suppressed Wuyang Daozun to the point of being unable to breathe, the other party was, after all, a transcendent power, and naturally possessed countless magical and unpredictable methods.
To truly subdue and capture him, it would naturally require considerable effort...
Hu Le held the Hongmeng Bell in his hand and carefully sensed it, discovering that the Wuyang Daozun was still struggling inside the bell.
However, the Primordial Bell is an unparalleled treasure. Even if he were merely in the Transcendent Realm, or even if he had cultivated to the Creation Realm, once he fell into its grasp, he would find it difficult to break free from the bell's bindings.
Hu Le gently lifted the Hongmeng Bell and shook it slightly. Instantly, a melodious bell rang out.
That single sound completely extinguished Wu Yang Dao Zun's hope of escape.
Left with no other choice, Wu Yang Dao Zun had to do everything in his power to protect his primordial spirit and desperately resist the constant onslaught of the bell's tolling.
Before the first bell had even faded, Hu Le shook the Hongmeng Bell again without hesitation.
In an instant, the bells rang out in unison, like a continuous, surging river, one wave higher than the next.
As the constant tolling of the bell eroded and ravaged Wu Yang Dao Zun's resistance, it began to crumble little by little.
Next, the Hongmeng Bell rang eighty-one times in a row.
"I have been defeated..."
Wu Yang Dao Zun sighed inwardly.
At this moment, being inside the Primordial Bell, defeat means death.
The last bit of resistance from Wu Yang Dao Zun vanished.
He finally couldn't withstand it any longer. Under the impact of the bell's tolling, his physical body first shattered, turning into boundless primordial energy.
Then the primordial spirit began to collapse and vanish rapidly until it was completely annihilated, and the soul and consciousness became utterly empty.
Thus, this transcendent being finally perished.
And with his death...
The Primordial Spiritual Treasure Pure Yang Mirror, which was originally locked in a fierce battle with the Primordial Golden Cart in the distance, sensed the fall of the Unharmed Daoist and let out a mournful cry. It immediately released a beam of pure Yang divine light, which knocked the Primordial Golden Cart aside.
It itself transformed into a golden streak of light and vanished into the depths of the primordial chaos.
On the other side, the suspended Boundless Magnetic Divine Sand also exploded and scattered like fireworks.
Hu Le acted as if he hadn't seen the two treasures that had already escaped, completely disregarding them.
His face was calm and still, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands moved rapidly with his fingers, and he muttered incantations, as if he were performing some kind of mysterious and unpredictable divination method.
A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible glint in them. Then, with a wave of his arm and a flick of his finger, he instantly recalled the Primordial Golden Stone and simultaneously put away the Xuanhuang Pagoda above his head.
The next instant, his body slowly dissipated like smoke, turning into a wisp of pure and rich purple mist in the blink of an eye.
This wisp of purple energy seemed to possess a life of its own, exceptionally agile. It flew towards the Hongmeng Bell at an extremely fast speed and merged into it without hesitation.
In an instant, the once calm and still Hongmeng Bell began to tremble violently, as if driven by an invisible force.
Immediately afterwards, the Hongmeng Bell emitted a clear and melodious chime, the sound resounding through the sky and deafening. As the chime rang out, ripples began to appear in the space around the Hongmeng Bell, like waves rippling on water.
The Hongmeng Bell spun rapidly in the air, each rotation generating a powerful energy fluctuation.
Finally, after it had spun a certain number of times, it suddenly unleashed a tremendous power, forcefully breaking through the dense primordial energy in front of it.
The Primordial Bell surged forward with unstoppable force, crashing straight into the primordial chaos.
With a loud "bang," the entire Hongmeng world trembled.
However, this was not the end. After the impact, the Hongmeng Bell did not stop, but continued to rush into the depths, disappearing into the endless void in the blink of an eye.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, but only for a moment, the Hongmeng Bell reappeared in another place.
This place is a vast, boundless void.
This void is like the beginning of primordial chaos, or the end of chaos, filled with endless mysteries and unknowns.
Here, everything seems so small and insignificant.
In the void below, countless avenues unfolded like a magnificent scroll painting. These avenues intertwined and intertwined, forming intricate patterns that radiated dazzling light.
Each path contains profound and mysterious laws, and they resonate with each other, jointly enacting the cycle of birth and death of all things in the world.
The essence of the Great Dao condenses into a surging torrent, flowing endlessly forward, seemingly without end.
These torrents surge ceaselessly, their momentum overwhelming, leaving one in awe of the wonders of nature.
Just then, the Hongmeng Bell suddenly appeared above the main road.
It floats silently, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Suddenly, the Hongmeng Bell trembled slightly, and then a wisp of purple energy descended.
The moment this wisp of purple energy appeared, it immediately resonated with the surrounding Dao. The purple energy twisted and deformed in the air, eventually transforming into a human figure—none other than Hu Le himself!
Hu Le appeared abruptly on the wide, boundless avenue, as if a Taoist patriarch had descended to earth. He was calm and composed, and his every move exuded an extraordinary and refined air.
With a gentle wave of his right hand, the Hongmeng Bell, which hung high in the sky and exuded a mysterious aura, seemed to be summoned and floated down slowly and gracefully.
Hu Le reacted quickly, instantly grasping it tightly in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked his wrist, lifted the precious bell and shook it slightly, and with a "clang," a clear and melodious bell rang out.
The melodious chime of the bell, like heavenly music, spread far and wide, echoing throughout the entire space.
Just then, Hu Le reached out and pushed up his hair bun, and in an instant, a towering Xuanhuang Pagoda appeared above his head.
The pagoda shimmered with a strange light, and streams of rich, primordial energy cascaded down like waterfalls, quickly enveloping his body and transforming into a curtain resembling an inverted celestial river.
A radiant, dark yellow light illuminated the sky, shining upon all the heavens and myriad realms…
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