961: Chapter 962 The Creation Artifact, the Eternal Night Bell

Cauldron!

These two words were like poison-dipped icicles, stabbing fiercely into Yao Delong's Divine Soul!

An unprecedented chill shot straight from his spine to the top of his head, and the hair on his body stood on end instantly!

This old Devil Head was indeed wicked to the extreme! That demoness Xin Yingying!

And Xin Yuelan before her! People of the Demonic Path were all like this!

A strong sense of humiliation mixed with towering Battle Intent exploded within Yao Delong's chest!

He abruptly raised his head, meeting Ming Qianye' inhuman silver-gray eyes, not retreating in the slightest.

Instead, his mouth curled into an extremely flamboyant, wildly mocking smile that was bone-chilling.

He spoke loudly, his voice like the clashing of metal, echoing through the deathly silent battlefield:

"Hehehe... Old Devil Head, your eyes aren't bad!"

"However, you want me to be a Cauldron? Fine!"

He paused intentionally. Deep within Ming Qianye' calm silver-gray eyes...

...there seemed to flicker a tiny ripple, as if he had heard an utterly absurd joke.

Yao Delong's smile became even more wanton, carrying an arrogance that looked down upon the Demonic Lord as he pointed a finger at Ming Qianye:

"Go and wash your high-and-mighty Sect Leader Xin Yingying clean and tie her up before me!"

"My Yin Yang Sect's Great Dao of 'Yin-Yang Harmony, Mutual Aid and Coexistence'..."

He deliberately emphasized the words "Mutual Aid and Coexistence," his voice suddenly rising with a sharp, piercing edge directed at the Divine Soul:

"—I, Yao Delong, don't mind personally letting her experience what true 'Immortal Bliss' is!

I'm just afraid that when the time comes... she! won't! be! able! to! handle! it!"

Boom—!

The entire Blood Sea City battlefield fell into a deathly silence!

Whether it was the low-Rank Cultivators pressed to the ground or the Nine Serenities Elders struggling to hold on...

...including Mo Wentian, Sha Wuji, Zhu Wuneng... everyone who heard these words...

...felt as if a Chaos Divine Lightning had been dropped into their minds, which instantly went blank!

Provocation!

This was a blatant, undisguised, and even extremely humiliating provocation!

The target was the supreme Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the peerless Demonic Lord of the Late Stage Body Integration, Ming Qianye!

Above Blood Sea City, time seemed to be frozen by the eternal night bell.

On Ming Qianye' pale and eerie face, instead of being enraged by Yao Delong's arrogant humiliation...

...a cold arc slowly curled on his lips.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter wasn't loud, but it felt like ice shards scraping against everyone's Divine Soul, carrying a high-and-mighty, cruel playfulness.

"Sharp-tongued little thing... I hope your bones are as tough as your mouth."

Before his voice had even faded!

"Buzz—!"

Two silver-gray gazes, as solid as substance and seemingly able to pierce through the heavens...

...suddenly shot out from Ming Qianye' pupil-less eyes, like two cold probes, stabbing fiercely toward Yao Delong!

Wherever that gaze passed, space let out a slight groan of being overburdened.

This was no longer a common investigation but a physical attack containing Divine Thought pressure, intended to see through Yao Delong from the inside out!

The Yin Yang Origin within Yao Delong's body circulated frantically, and the Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness buzzed and vibrated.

The Yin Yang Origin turned into an invisible barrier to protect his vital points, forcefully withstanding this piercing gaze!

His figure didn't even sway, but his expression suddenly grew more solemn. This old Devil Head had such powerful Divine Thought!

Ming Qianye' gaze paused for a moment on the taixu primordial spirit crown on Yao Delong's head and the taiyu flowing light wings on his back, and his cold voice rang out again:

"Two creation dao artifacts... No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. Very well..."

He slowly raised a pale hand that was nearly transparent. "Today, let this seat see how many strikes your turtle shell... can block!"

After he finished speaking!

A speck of pure blackness, as if it could swallow the starlight of the Universe, suddenly leaped out from Ming Qianye' brow in his Sea of Consciousness!

"Dong..."

A dull boom that didn't actually sound but vibrated directly deep within everyone's Divine Soul!

That speck of black light instantly expanded, turning into an ancient bell over a person's height, floating three feet beside Ming Qianye and slowly rotating.

eternal night bell!

This bell was entirely pure black, so black that it had no luster, no patterns, inscriptions, or designs.

It wasn't the color black, but emptiness, nothingness, the opposite of existence itself!

The moment one gazed at it, their Soul felt as if it were being pulled out by that pure darkness and dragged into the eternal abyss of nothingness!

"Hiss—!"

Mo Wentian gasped, his whole body shaking like a sieve, more than ten times more terrified than when facing Ming Qianye himself!

His voice was hoarse, carrying endless despair:

"Evernight... eternal night bell! The legendary supreme treasure of the Demonic Path!"

"It's said... it's said to have been found in a forbidden ruin where ancient gods and demons were buried..."

"The body of the bell is cast from 'Void Iron'... This iron... this iron simply shouldn't exist in this world!!"

His fear stemmed from his deep knowledge of this supreme treasure's fierce reputation.

At the same time, in Yao Delong's Sea of Consciousness, the voice of the taixu primordial spirit crown's artifact spirit rang out urgently, with unprecedented gravity:

"Kid! Quick! Find a way to call for backup! Don't take it head-on!"

"That old Devil Head's cultivation alone is enough to give you a hard time, and with this broken bell, its power has definitely reached the limit of the Peak Integration Realm!"

"My Yin Yang Five Elements Protective Immortal Light... can only help you withstand this level of attack at most three times in one day!"

"After three times... you'll just have to wait for death!"

Call for backup? Yao Delong's heart tightened. Of course he wasn't stupid; soloing an old monster of the Late Stage Body Integration who held a killing weapon of the same level?

That wasn't bravery; that was seeking death!

However, Ming Qianye didn't give him any chance to catch his breath!

"First Layer: Soul Suppression!"

Ming Qianye spat out a cold incantation, not even needing to strike the eternal night bell.

Just as the bell rotated, an invisible, intangible, yet unstoppable terrifying ripple, as if coming from the deepest part of the Nine Serenities, instantly spread out!

That wasn't a sound, but... the negation of existence!

"Puff—!" "Argh—!"

On the battlefield, the miserable screams came to an abrupt halt!

In an instant! A true, absolute, silent instant!

All the Nascent Soul and Golden Core Cultivators still struggling on the ground, even including some with unstable Early Stage Soul Transformation...

...their expressions froze instantly, and the light in their eyes was completely extinguished!

Their bodies still maintained their struggling postures, but their Primordial Spirit fire had been completely wiped out by that invisible 'Soul Suppression' power, like brushing away dust!

Leaving behind only empty shells!

The remaining Soul Transformation Cultivators with slightly stronger cultivation all felt as if their heads had been struck by a ten-thousand-pound sledgehammer, bleeding from their seven orifices.

They clutched their heads and let out beast-like wails, the light of their Primordial Spirits flickering wildly like a candle in the wind, liable to go out at any moment!

This power ignored protective Magic Treasures and physical defense, pointing directly at the Origin of the Divine Soul!

Terrifying! This was the true horror of a Late Stage Body Integration master combined with a creation dao artifact! Treating all living beings as ants!

However, in the center of this purgatory of Primordial Spirit extermination—

"Zheng—!"

A clear and high-spirited sword chime tore through the dead silence brought by the eternal night bell!

A transparent sword shadow, purely composed of countless minute, crystalline, and seemingly thought-condensed fragments, shot out from the center of Yao Delong's brow!

The moment this sword shadow appeared, a sharp Sword Intent that severed nothingness, clarified the original heart, and was impervious to all evil burst forth!