"Report!"

"Report... Reporting to the Demon Saint!"

A Heavenly Immortal Realm demon immortal rushed over from the eastern slopes of Jigu Mountain, shouting from afar, "Our Roc King has been ambushed by the Witch Clan Leader..."

Before he could finish, a demon god scolded him, "Are you blind? Isn't that Witch Clan Leader right here?"

The demon immortal retorted defiantly, "My eyes are sharp. It was clearly the Witch Clan Leader who shot the Roc King down with an arrow just now!"

"Nonsense! Do you mean to say there are two Witch Clan Leaders?"

Two... Clan Leaders?

This minor episode at the edge of the battlefield was caught by Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint. His mind brightened like a flash of lightning, and he immediately understood the whole story.

He held the Mixed Iron Stick in both hands, sweeping away two Witch Clan Elders, then another pair of arms stretched out from his ribs to clash with the Great Witch Clan Leader, pushing him back. Meanwhile, he shouted, "Stop! We've all been tricked by Yu Yuan's cunning scheme!"

A cold smile on his face, Da Pan swung his fist and smashed it over, "It's your Demon Clan that's been tricked, not us!"

He, unlike Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, had realized what was happening much earlier.

His whole clan's willingness to attack today was not because he had been fooled, but because Yu Yuan had made all the preparations, making him realize this was an excellent opportunity to severely damage the Demon Clan.

As the eternal rival of the Demon Clan, he naturally wouldn't miss such a rare opportunity.

As for Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, being tricked by Yu Yuan's cunning… heh, if being tricked meant the chance to inflict heavy damage on the Demon Clan, he would rather be tricked every day.

"Damn it!"

Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, was burning with rage.

Turns out, in the end, he was the only one who really fell for the trick!

He glanced over the battlefield in his spare time, seeing corpses strewn all around the hills, the majority of which were from his Demon Clan, with only a few from the Witch Clan.

This was indeed because individuals of the Witch Clan were stronger, but more so because they launched a surprise invasion against the Demon Clan, catching them off guard.

Before they could form an effective blockade, they were scattered by the Witch Clan, each fighting for themselves amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

When it comes to melee combat, no race in this world can rival the Witch Clan.

The Demon Clan was no exception.

During the battles of the Ancient Era, it was only by utilizing their numerical superiority along with Battle Formation Techniques that the Demon Clan could fight the Witch Clan to a stalemate.

Seeing the dire state of the Demon Clan, Ying Zhao, the Demon Saint, was both shocked and furious, and at the same time, full of regret.

He had set this trap mainly for Yu Yuan, yet he hadn't even seen Yu Yuan's face until now, and the elite of his Demon Clan had suffered heavy losses!

Had he known this would be the outcome, he would have been better off mobilizing the various demon gods to besiege Yu Yuan directly.

...

Tens of thousands of miles away.

In a perilously crisscrossed ravine, Yu Yuan held a clear Glazed Bottle in his hand, his eyes could not conceal the joy he felt.

At this moment, in the Glazed Bottle, the incarnation of his Divine Thought narrowed his eyes at the Bronze Fragments, finally remembering where he had felt this familiar aura.

It was in the Heaven Palace that sat on the back of the Cloud Whale!

And the master of that Heaven Palace was none other than Bai Ze, the Demon Saint of the Ancient Demon Court!

So… was all this his doing?

Yu Yuan's thoughts raced, somewhat bewildered by what Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, intended to do.

Was it to avenge the Golden Crow Crown Prince?

Other than that, he couldn't think of any other grudges he had with Demon Saint Bai Ze.

But if it's not for revenge, then what other purposes could Bai Ze have?

Or perhaps, he was acting upon someone else's orders?

This was quite possible.

Bai Ze was a strategist within the Ancient Demon Court, full of cunning and exceptional methods, deeply trusted and relied upon by the Demon Emperor Jun.

A person like him would likely not settle for a mundane life.

Thinking thus, he instructed Wuzhiqi to "take care" of the uncooperative Cloud Whale Wanli Peng, while he himself left the space within the Glazed Bottle, carrying the Chaos Bell Fragments.

As the Chaos Bell Fragments left the Glazed Bottle, a small, damaged bell instantly appeared above his head.

As if summoned, the Bronze Fragment burst into brilliant light and flew towards the small damaged bell on its own accord.

Silently, the fragment seamlessly melded with the damaged bell, fitting perfectly together.

Instantly, the small damaged bell shone with dazzling five-colored divine light.

The previously broken parts of the bell body were repaired, revealing its full shape, only two basin-sized holes away from complete restoration.

As its master, Yu Yuan could clearly feel the broken Innate Restrictions inside the small broken bell repairing themselves rapidly.

At the same time, countless multicolored Auspicious Clouds from the Nine Heavens converged from all directions, gathering into a cloud thousands of acres in size, like an enormous canopy covering the sky overhead.

And from the earth, lotuses of gold materialized from thin air, each blooming with auspicious and colorful light.

A grand and imposing energy emanated from the center of the Chaos Bell, sweeping across all directions like tidal waves.

This was Heaven and Earth celebrating!

Celebrating the restoration of the Innate Treasure, the Chaos Bell.

Numerous celestial Immortal Gods throughout Heaven and Earth sensed this event, all looking towards the Northern Continent in astonishment.

Even the Saints were no exception.

Faced with an Innate Treasure, even Saints could not remain indifferent.

...

Penglai Holy Realm

Tongtian, the Sect Hierarch, sat beside a green rock, holding a chess piece between his fingers, his lips slightly curled upwards. Then, with a straight face, he said discontentedly, "That kid has actually caused such a huge commotion again."

Duobao Taoist, sitting opposite, gave him a dubious glance, "Did I see that wrong? Just now, it seemed that Master was quite pleased."

Tongtian Sect Hierarch said solemnly, "Happy I truly am, unhappy I truly am as well... Is there a problem?"

"Not a problem. As long as you're happy."

Duobao Taoist quickly shook his head, yet couldn't help but curl his lip in secret.

If you're happy, just say so!

It's an event worth celebrating after all, and your disciple wouldn't laugh at you.

Tongtian Sect Hierarch glanced at him, seeing through his disciple's thoughts at a glance.

He said discontentedly, "Stop dawdling. Go to Northern Continent at once and bring back that nephew disciple of yours!"

"Hm?"

Duobao Taoist let out a slight yelp of surprise, but then quickly understood.

If the Chaos Bell can be restored, it could suppress the fortune of Jie Sect; those reluctant to see this happen will definitely try to interfere.

"Have you figured it out?" Tongtian Sect Hierarch spoke impatiently, "At least you're not too dim-witted... Hurry up and go."

"This disciple is going right away!"

Duobao Taoist responded, and with a flicker, he vanished into thin air.

...

Kunlun Mountain.

Inside the Yuxu Palace, auspicious clouds floated gently, radiant with thousands of beams of rosy light, without a speck of dust, pure and flawless.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, radiated boundless light.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, awakening from the meditation on Dao.

He looked towards the Northern Continent, his gaze showing a trace of surprise.

Then, he understood the cause and effect.

"Efforts fail to bring success, yet suffice to cause failure."

Yuanshi Tianzun let out a faint cold snort, seemingly quite dissatisfied with this outcome.

"Child, go and summon the Vice Sect Hierarch."

"Yes."

A Bai He boy in the corner responded and quickly left the room.

Soon, Vice Sect Hierarch Randeng Taoist arrived before the Saint Hierarch, bowing with the utmost respect, "Randeng pays his respects to the Master Saint Hierarch!"

"No need for formalities."

Yuanshi Tianzun's gaze fell on Randeng Taoist and he spoke indifferently, "The Chaos Bell has now been mostly repaired, with only two fragments remaining hidden without trace... What is your opinion on this matter?"

Randeng Taoist hesitated slightly, but still spoke in a deep voice: "Back then, Donghuang Taiyi self-destructed his Innate Treasure, shattering the Chaos Bell into pieces, thereafter vanishing without a trace.

For many years, countless Immortal Gods have searched tirelessly, with only one of the Jie Sect Saints accidentally acquiring a fragment; no other trace has been found.

Since the reappearance of Eastern Emperor Heaven, Yu Yuan of Jie Sect has managed to collect three fragments in just over a decade, as if he had been... been blessed by Heaven!"

"Blessed by Heaven?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes closed slightly as he shook his head slowly, "Absolutely not!"

"Yes." Randeng Taoist nodded, as if relieved, "If that is the case, then I am also reassured."

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at him and said faintly, "The remaining two fragments must not fall into the hands of Jie Sect... This task shall be entrusted to you."

Randeng Taoist nodded firmly, "I will abide by the Master Saint Hierarch's command."

...

"This is... the aura of the Chaos Bell!"

Beiming Abyss.

Kunpeng Ancestor split out a wisp of his Primordial Spirit in astonishment, venturing through the Great Wilderness.

The travel of a Primordial Spirit is extremely swift, especially for a Quasi-Saint of his caliber.

Very soon, he beheld the long-absent Chaos Bell, as well as the figure seated in meditation beneath it... Strange, why does it seem familiar?

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he roared angrily:

"It's you!"

His voice echoed through the interlaced rifts of the rift valley, shaking loose stones to tumble down, and also waking Yu Yuan, who was observing the progress of the Chaos Bell's restoration.

Yu Yuan opened his eyes and saw a golden orb hovering above the rift valley, within which a vague majestic figure of a middle-aged man could be seen.

He wore a green Daoist robe, his face was sinister but handsome, with long eyebrows that slanted towards his temples, and a beard under his chin, appearing distinguished.

This is... the Kunpeng Ancestor?!

A trace of surprise flashed in Yu Yuan's eyes. Why has even this fellow been disturbed?

Is he here for the Chaos Bell?

Or does he want to save that Cloud Whale?

Kunpeng and Roc... They shouldn't have a blood relationship, right?

As his thoughts raced, he heard Kunpeng Ancestor shout furiously, "I finally found you, the little thief who stole the treasures!"

"Hm?"

Yu Yuan was stunned.

He understood the implication of the other's words.

It referred to the last time he traveled to the Ancient Era and snatched the Yin Yang Treasure Seal and the treasure vase from him.

But that was after the first sermon at the Zixiao Palace, and perhaps several eons had passed since?

Why does this Kunpeng Ancestor still remember that matter?

The great Demon Master of the Ancient Heavenly Court, can hold a grudge too well, can't he?

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