39: The twelve bell sounds that shook the Tianyang Palace! Holy Lord Lingxiao!

A large bell stands permanently in the center of the Martial Arts Plaza.

Some say this is the Lingxiao Holy Land's supreme treasure, possessing the power of a king-rank divine weapon.

Once unleashed, it shakes the heavens and earth, leaving millions of corpses!

Others say this object has a Soul and can accurately detect a Martial Artist's potential.

The lingxiao bell has existed since the Holy Land was founded.

It has endured tens of thousands of years of trials and tribulations, absorbing the essence of countless suns and moons.

Even though it is covered in rust and filled with an ancient, old aura,

the luster of the runes on it remains undeniable.

Qin Han raised his arm, turned his palm into a fist, and punched out!

Dong!

Immediately, a long, drawn-out bell sound echoed, spreading throughout a thousand-meter radius.

Qin Han stood with his hands behind his back, awaiting the result.

At this moment, everyone stared intently at the lingxiao bell with expectant eyes,

afraid of missing any detail.

A moment later, they noticed a strange phenomenon.

"It's been several breaths, why hasn't the second sound appeared yet?"

"That shouldn't be, logically, if the talent isn't weak, the subsequent bell sounds should appear immediately."

"Could it be that Qin Han's talent was truly completely eroded by the Blood Spirit Pill?"

"If there's only one sound, then his Martial Dao path can only stop at the Spirit Sea Realm."

The Disciples present all sighed with regret.

A former Prodigy, who debased himself due to emotional wounds.

How tragic!

At this moment, Ye Chen and Sun Yuxuan, still recovering from their injuries, returned to the Holy Land.

As soon as they returned, they heard that Su Ling'er had publicly announced that Qin Han had defeated him.

Ye Chen was first displeased, then heard that Qin Han was going to ring the bell to reclaim his spot.

"Do you want to go take a look?" Sun Yuxuan asked.

Ye Chen pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go!"

When the two arrived at the scene, they saw Qin Han standing next to the lingxiao bell, deep in thought.

Ning Yingqian loudly declared, "It's useless, Qin Han, give up struggling."

"What is meant to be will be, what is not meant to be, do not force."

"If you give up now, no one will laugh at you."

Even though people said nothing, their silence perfectly reflected their thoughts.

Zhuang Dazhi, however, couldn't hold back. He kicked Ning Yingqian to the ground with a mid-air strike.

"Damn it, I've tolerated you for too long. Believe it or not, if you say one more word, I'll find someone to deal with you?"

"Shut your stinking mouth, it's irritating to listen to."

Ning Yingqian saw that the person who kicked him was only a half-step Spirit Sea Realm Martial Artist, and anger surged within him.

Just as he was about to retaliate, he heard a dull thud.

Qin Han was seen ringing the bell again, this time without using any Spiritual Qi.

He only used his Physical Body to ring the bell.

Clang!

A single bell sound.

"It's useless, it's already been verified. Whatever he does now is futile." One person shook his head and said.

Su Ling'er, however, completely ignored his words.

How could someone who could reach the Extreme Boundary only have the most rubbish talent?

Even a fool would know that the method of activation was wrong.

Aside from Su Ling'er, Li Hongcheng also believed something had gone wrong.

If even Qin Han wasn't qualified to participate in the Sect Grand Competition,

then none of the Disciples of Lingxiao Holy Land would be qualified.

Clang!

Sure enough, the next bell sound rang again.

"What? It rang?!" The person who had just spoken was stunned.

Clang! Clang!

Another two bell sounds echoed.

This time, the sound spread even further, audible within a hundred-mile radius.

"How could this be..." Ning Yingqian stood frozen, praying that the lingxiao bell would not ring again.

Clang! Clang!

The sixth bell sound resonated through the sky. The entire Lingxiao Holy Land heard this Soul-stirring sound.

"Impossible, he clearly took the Blood Spirit Pill!" Ning Yingqian shook his head frantically, unwilling to believe what he heard.

At this moment, figures swept out from numerous peaks of the Lingxiao Holy Land.

Several people suddenly appeared in the Martial Arts Plaza.

Seeing the newcomers, everyone quickly cupped their fists: "Greetings, Elders."

"You may rise."

They were all pillars of the Lingxiao Holy Land, terrifying Divine Palace Realm powerhouses.

Among them, Han Qianshan was also present.

Upon hearing of Qin Han's return, he rushed to the scene, just in time for the bell to ring.

"Han'er..." Han Qianshan already felt guilty towards this Disciple.

Now, even his spot had been stolen.

In his anger, he had once confronted many Elders.

But the discussion yielded no results, as the fact of Qin Han's dissipated potential was unshakeable.

For this, he even wanted to stake his own reputation to fight for Qin Han.

But the Lingxiao Holy Master avoided seeing him, which made him very disappointed and self-reproaching.

Now, Qin Han had rung six bell sounds again.

Proving to the world with actions.

His talent had not fallen!

Clang!

The seventh bell sound rang.

In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.

Including the Elders.

"What's going on? His talent wasn't supposed to go beyond six bell sounds?"

"Why did it ring a seventh time?"

Just as people were wondering, the bell rang again.

Clang!

The eighth!

Ye Chen's eyes widened. He looked at that dazzling figure, his arms throbbing with pain.

"He actually..."

One must know that Ye Chen had his marrow cleansed and meridians purified by the old man in the ring using supreme Divine Ability, which was how he gained such astonishing talent.

On par with the Lingxiao Saint.

But Qin Han had actually achieved it now?

How could he accept this?

"Don't worry, it's at most eight times, no more." Sun Yuxuan said, comforting him.

Clang!

The ninth sound!

At this, everyone collectively turned to stone, dumbfounded.

The next moment, figures swept out from numerous peaks.

Thirty-six Peak Elders gathered.

In addition, from the main peak, one person ascended into the air, stepping on auspicious clouds and descending upon this place.

As his eyes opened and closed, brilliant light streamed forth, his aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, awe-inspiring.

Divine light flowed around him, carrying a terrifying majesty that commanded respect without anger.

Walking through the air, he was clearly a Divine Power Realm powerhouse.

It was none other than the current Lingxiao Holy Master—Lingxiao Sacred Master Yue Pokong.

"Greetings, Holy Lord!"

Whether Outer Sect Disciples, Personal Disciples, or Elders.

All bowed respectfully.

"A nine-ring Prodigy, rare in a thousand years." Lingxiao Sacred Master Yue Pokong waved his hand, his eyes filled with pleasant surprise.

Clang!

As soon as his words fell, the tenth sound rang out.

A mysterious ripple spread far and wide, extending beyond the Lingxiao Holy Land.

Before long, many surrounding forces heard this bell sound.

It seemed to penetrate deep into their Souls, impossible to ignore.

Even the deaf felt it.

"What was that?"

"It seems to be the sound of the lingxiao bell."

"That's not right, how could the bell sound travel so far? Our Bayue Sect is a hundred thousand miles away from the Lingxiao Holy Land."

"Legend says only ten bell sounds will travel a hundred thousand miles..."

"Could it be..."

Clang!

The eleventh sound!

Clang!

The twelfth sound!!

At this moment, not only the Bayue Sect, but the bell sound spread throughout the entire Heavenly Yang Que!

In the eastern part of Heavenly Yang Que, a terrifying creature awoke from its slumber, glanced towards the Lingxiao Holy Land, and then fell back into slumber.

In the western part of Heavenly Yang Que, a young monk in a kasaya suddenly paused, muttering, "Twelve bell sounds, perhaps Wudi Pass can be broken?"

In the northern part of Heavenly Yang Que, a giant beast churned from the Heavenly Demon Sea, stirring up colossal waves, its voice like thunder: "Has the Human Race produced another world-shaking Prodigy? Was it not enough for Emperor Zhenwu to dominate an era?"

In the southern part of Heavenly Yang Que, from a coffin in a mass grave, a voice suddenly emerged: "The Prodigy who will sweep through an era, has he finally appeared?"

"Is it my Yuhua Sect Young Lord?"