76: Chapter 76 A Huge windfall! The Nine Nether Hound seizes the Endless Immortal King Bell.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Wang Teng's pair of ash-gray Dual Pupils stared fixedly at the surface of the bell.

There, in addition to the mottled traces left by time, several extremely conspicuous blood-colored marks emitting a nauseating aura were attached.

Those were the Primordial Spirit imprints and essence blood seals left by several figures from the Upper Realm when they jointly refined this masterless immortal bell to control it.

It was precisely because of the existence of these marks that this immortal bell would obey their commands and carry out massacres against the living beings of the Lower Realm.

"A perfectly good treasure, dirtied by you bunch of old fogies."

"Just looking at it ruins my appetite."

A trace of disdain flashed through Wang Teng's eyes.

Then, the six-colored divine light behind him suddenly flared up, following his tails and transforming into a massive, slowly rotating six-colored millstone.

It directly covered those blood-colored marks.

"Six Paths Great Millstone—Grind them for me!!"

"Zhi—zhi—zhi—"

An ear-piercing grinding sound rang out, like using the coarsest sandpaper to polish rusted iron.

Wang Teng controlled the newly obtained Power of Samsara, transforming it into the world's sharpest "decontaminant."

Samsara meant rebirth. It meant wiping away all traces of this life and sending one to the next!

"Ah!!!"

"No!! That is my life-source essence blood!!"

"Stop!! My Primordial Spirit imprint... is being ground away!!"

Behind the void rift, those figures who were originally controlling the immortal bell suddenly let out screams even more shrill than before.

This feeling was like someone taking a rasp and filing away at the depths of their souls!

That intense pain coming from the soul's origin caused their faces to turn pale one by one, bleeding from their seven orifices.

"Quickly cut off the connection! Quick!!"

One figure roared in terror.

He could feel that eerie Power of Samsara following that bit of imprint, attempting to drag his entire Primordial Spirit into that millstone to be shredded!

"Want to run? Too late!"

Wang Teng sneered and increased the output of the Power of Samsara.

"Animal Path—Devour!"

His brownish tail, representing the Animal Path, suddenly turned into a suction cup full of sharp teeth.

It latched directly onto the largest blood-colored mark among them.

"Pop!"

A light sound rang out.

That Primordial Spirit imprint belonging to a certain top sect master was actually forcibly pulled off the bell wall by Wang Teng!

And then.

With a sweep of his tail, it was sent directly into Wang Teng's mouth.

"Gulp."

"Hmm... this imprint is a bit fishy. Which demon-cultivating old monster left this?"

Wang Teng smacked his lips and spat out a mouthful of black smoke with a look of disdain: "I should eat less of this unhygienic stuff in the future."

Under Wang Teng's unreasonable "violent cleaning."

The blood-colored marks on the surface of the immortal bell, which had been so arrogant, dissipated and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Having lost these traces of artificial control, the immortal bell, which had been violently resisting, gradually reduced its struggling.

Its tolling, originally full of murderous intent, also gradually calmed down, replaced by an ancient, pure, and slightly bewildered chaotic instinct.

It became a completely masterless object.

Chapter 4: It's clean, time to pack it up

"Dang..."

One last faint toll rang out, no longer piercing, but instead carrying an ethereal quality of sudden enlightenment.

At this moment, the immortal bell's entire body flowed with the bronze luster of time.

The disgusting bloodstains on it had been ground completely clean by Wang Teng with the Power of Samsara, making it even brighter than before.

Wang Teng jumped down from the bell and patted the massive body, making a crisp "bang bang" sound.

"That's more like it."

"So clean, it's much more pleasing to the eye."

He turned his head to look at the rift in the sky.

To those Upper Realm figures who had now completely lost their connection to the immortal bell and were spitting blood in a listless state, he revealed an extremely brilliant smile:

"Thanks to all you brothers for sending over the immortal bell."

"I've already helped you wipe away the dust on it."

"As for the cleaning fee..."

Wang Teng grabbed the bell's handle with one hand, and the nine tails behind him exerted force simultaneously. His divine power, which was at the peak of the Zhanwo Realm and even touching the Dunyi Realm, erupted:

"I'll graciously accept this bell!!"

"Up!!!"

Rumble!

Wang Teng actually carried that mountain-heavy immortal bell, turned around, and flew toward Shi Village below.

"Xiao Hao! Stop gnawing on the tower!"

"Hurry up and bring the tower back!"

"We're going to—pack everything up and go home to divide the loot!!"

Below.

Shi Hao, who was holding a corner of the chaos tower and gnawing on it until his mouth was full of stone chips, brightened his eyes upon hearing this.

"Alright, Brother-in-law!!"

Without another word, Shi Hao directly used the Kunpeng Technique to wrap around that struggling broken tower, dragging it toward the Willow Deity like a dead dog.

The Upper Realm.

Behind the rift.

There was a dead silence.

Several figures looked at the empty sky of the Lower Realm.

The disk was eaten.

The tower was dragged away.

The bell was washed clean and carried off.

This "World-Ending Great Tribulation" they had planned for ages and spent countless efforts to launch.

In the end, it actually became... targeted poverty alleviation?!

"Pfft—!!"

Finally, that figure from Bulao Mountain could no longer bear this massive psychological gap. He spat out a mouthful of heart's blood and fell backward toward the sky.

"Nine-Nether Ao!!!"

"If I do not avenge this, I swear I will not become an immortal!!!"

...

The wind of the Great Desolate became still.

When Wang Teng landed carrying that massive immortal bell, and when Shi Hao returned dragging the broken chaos tower.

These two chaotic supreme treasures, representing the highest achievements of the Immortal Ancient Era, although they had lost their artificial control,

The "Dao" they inherently contained experienced an unprecedented resonance and conflict at this moment.

Inside Wang Teng's body, the six paths reincarnation disk fragments he had just swallowed and had not yet had time to fully digest,

Transformed into the Power of the Red Dust, wildly scurrying through his internal organs, evolving scenes of the birth and death of six worlds.

That was "Samsara," the ultimate of space and the cycle of life and death.

And the Wuzhong Immortal Bell he held tightly, although its imprints had been washed away,

Sensing the provocation of that Power of Samsara, it actually let out a low toll instinctively.

"Dang..."

A visible ripple of time flowed along Wang Teng's arm into his meridians.

It was "Time," the passage of years and eternal desolation.

These two terrifying laws, sufficient to prop up the great universe, actually used Wang Teng's physical body as a battlefield and collided directly!

"Ugh!!"

Wang Teng let out a muffled groan. His body, originally as upright as a pine, shook violently as he knelt on one knee.

Even the tempered Nine Nether Kunpeng Physique could not withstand this tearing sensation of "spatiotemporal disorder" at this moment.

The left half of his body, under the washing of the Power of Samsara, saw its flesh and blood frantically regenerate.

As if having experienced countless new births, it was crystal clear and full of vitality.

The right half of his body, however, withered rapidly under the erosion of the power of time, his skin cracking and his white bones exposed.

As if he had aged ten thousand years in an instant.

Life and death, new and old, were in a frantic tug-of-war within his body.

His meridians snapped inch by inch, only to be reorganized in the next second.

His blood vessels exploded into a bloody mist, only to be instantly reshaped into golden divine veins.

This pain was ten thousand times more intense than being sliced alive!

"Brother-in-law!!"

The nearby Shi Hao was greatly alarmed and wanted to step forward to support him, but was directly sent flying several miles away by a wisp of aura emanating from Wang Teng's body.

"Don't come over!!"

Wang Teng gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together.

He raised his head, and in those eyes, the ash-gray light of extinction was frantically devouring the golden and silver law fragments.

"Good... very good..."

"Samsara wants to burst me? Time wants to exhaust me?"

The expression on Wang Teng's face was distorted to the extreme, an ultimate madness when facing a desperate situation:

"The two of you... are both my damn food!!"

"Once you're in my stomach, if you're a dragon, you'll coil up; if you're a tiger, you'll lie down!!"