The Willow God staggered, actually being forced back!
The tolling of the bell was unceasing, melodious and resonant.
The character ” End” (End) on the great bell shimmered with radiant light, its glyphs gleaming like rippling waves that surged outward, shaking the souls of all who heard it.
Yet these bell waves converged toward a single point, all pouring into the Willow God, sparing others—a targeted assault.
“This Bell of No End truly transcends the mundane! Worthy of being a supreme treasure, it possesses such power to suppress this mysterious willow!” someone exclaimed in delight.
It must be noted that from the beginning until now, the Willow God had been overwhelmingly dominant, sweeping aside all foes, consecutively slaying sect masters, instilling terror and leaving none capable of resistance.
But now, someone had actually withstood it—and even seemed capable of wounding it—giving them hope that the tide could be turned, that it could be slain.
“The Bell of No End, shaking through eternity! It is said to be like the Three-Life Bronze Coffin, an artifact from the previous era, renowned throughout the world in its time—its reputation is well-deserved!”
Many were exhilarated, having been thoroughly cowed by the Willow God’s slaughter, suffering heavy losses.
“The Bell of No End has a grand origin—naturally, it is incomparably mighty!” declared the master of the Western Sect.
Clad in a six-foot golden body, his form like forged metal, radiant and sacred, he knew many secrets.
For the rise of his sect was due to the excavation of an ancient ruin—a supreme cave abode from the previous era, which they used to establish their teachings.
Their lineage traced back to the ancient monks of that bygone epoch, a supreme inheritance renowned across the vast heavens.
Thus, the Western Sect’s master had gleaned some secrets from that ruin, including fragmentary records of this great bell.
Its master in antiquity was named No End!
A peerless supreme being who glimpsed immortality, unrivaled in his era, his divine might insurmountable. A single strike from him could suppress all enemies.
Alas, the river of time flowed endlessly. None knew what truly happened at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, not even why the weapons of supreme beings were damaged. As for the people of that time? Their fates were even more obscure.
*Whoosh!*
The Willow God stabilized its humanoid form, refusing to retreat further. A divine halo manifested behind its head, within which a golden willow tree elevated its form to transcendent heights.
The halo trembled, releasing a hundred layers of glyphs and a thousand golden willow branches—each like a spear—all piercing into the bell waves.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
The metallic clashes were deafening as the willow spears struck the bell, the sound fierce enough to split eardrums.
“End all things!” roared the figure beside the bell—its current wielder, a being of extraordinary status and peerless power.
With this shout, the bell’s radiance intensified. The character ” End” blazed, spewing chaotic light and even more intricate runes of law.
*Boom!*
Some of the Willow God’s branches were repelled, dimming slightly. The ” End” character shone blindingly, unleashing its terrifying supreme power—truly seeking to terminate all existence.
“Not good!” Even some sect masters were affected, forced to retreat hastily. Their magical artifacts began cracking, as if their forms and souls were being erased from this world.
To bring life to its end, to reduce all to termination.
The profound meaning of ” End” was utterly horrifying, nearly impossible to resist.
*Boom!*
Hundreds of willow branches ignited with light, followed by tens of thousands of golden willow leaves swirling through the void, all striking the bell and its wielder.
*Dang—!*
The bell’s toll grew even fiercer. Finally, the great bell was sent flying, its wielder coughing blood as he staggered back, guarding the bell with a pale face.
“I’ll aid you!” bellowed the ancient master of the Immortal Palace, wielding a fist-sized bronze palace that rumbled forward, crushing space.
The Immortal Palace roared, spewing chaotic qi from within while its surface blazed with formation runes, charging toward the Willow God.
The Bell of No End’s wielder roared again, joining the assault. This time, both characters on the bell’s surface ignited, intertwining.
“No End” blazed brilliantly, imprinting upon the void.
The two characters were no longer separate but fused into one, forming an even more profound and complex meaning.
“Huh? What’s happening?” someone gasped in shock.
Many sect masters tried to intervene, only to find the very fabric of space destabilizing. Those who recklessly joined the fray were nearly trapped in a deadly snare.
The power of “No End” twisted time, as if casting them into a frigid cosmos of eternal exile, where time was squandered and years wasted away.
The profundity of time!
Trapping all in boundless exile!
Those nearby retreated swiftly, not daring to approach.
This bell was too bizarre—shifting from one law to another in an instant, now encroaching upon the domain of time.
None dared test the might of time. A single misstep could spell their doom.
The Willow God, too, was ensnared—exiled by time, slashed by the years. A dire predicament. For anyone else, such an attack would have been fatal.
“Kill!”
The ancient master of the Immortal Palace, white hair whipping wildly, eyes blazing, unleashed a surge of terrifying aura—like a savage dragon breaking free or an immortal beast roaring.
He unleashed divine ability after divine ability, each hand seal a supreme technique, each strike an ultimate profundity.
*Boom!*
The Willow God was forced back, trapped in the domain of time, shrouded by the meaning of No End. Now, under this assault, its plight worsened.
“After all, you are but a sickly willow, incomplete. Had you the might of your prime, even our resurrected ancestors would flee!” sneered the Immortal Palace’s ancient master.
“Willow God?!” In the distance, Shi Hao clenched his fists, heart gripped with worry.
Elsewhere, the Undying Being and others fought desperately to break through, but they were surrounded by sect masters, unable to aid. Blood and carnage spread in their wake.
Many saw hope in slaying the Willow God. From afar, they channeled their power into the great bell, bolstering its wielder.
*Puff!*
Golden branches exploded into dust, leaves withering—an ominous sign.
“Kill!”
*Boom!*
The Bronze Immortal Palace and the Bell of No End resonated together, crushing forward. Two supreme beings united to suppress the Willow God.
With other sect masters aiding from afar, the situation grew increasingly dire.
The Willow God retreated, golden branches snapping, leaves scattering like mournful butterflies.
Golden sap, glowing like blood, drifted through the air—a sorrowful beauty.
All realized that the Willow God was likely compromised, perhaps on the verge of being vanquished.
“Esteemed ones, perhaps it is time to negotiate. There is no need for further bloodshed,” the white tortoise from afar urged once more.
“Guardian Spirit!” On another front, the nine battling sect masters grew frantic, fighting harder, fearing for the Willow God’s safety as they surged forward.
“What use is talk now? Seize this chance to slay it!” a sect master shouted.
“Exactly! None must escape—not this willow, not the Undying Being, nor that junior, Huang! Eliminate them all, lest they become calamities!”
Their assaults intensified, hoping for a decisive victory.
Yet the two main combatants—the Immortal Palace’s ancient master and the bell’s wielder—wore grave expressions, far from optimistic.
For despite their full power, their supreme techniques, and the divine might of their immortal artifacts, they still could not suppress this willow.
If this dragged on, and the willow broke free, they would be in grave peril!
*Boom!*
In truth, the Willow God’s escape came far sooner than expected. With a mighty shake, broken leaves scattered, golden branches snapped—yet it shattered the rule-bound domain.
*Boom!*
The Immortal Palace’s ancient master staggered back, blood trickling from his lips, his robes in tatters.
Beside him, the bell’s wielder fared no better, blood seeping from his nose and mouth, his body wracked with internal fractures from the backlash.
“Fall back, now!” voices cried in alarm.
“Do you refuse to cease?” the Willow God asked, its tone still serene as it stepped forward, sweeping its gaze across all.
Hearts trembled as they were forced to retreat.
“Then let blood end the slaughter,” the Willow God declared.
*Rumble!*
In the next instant, its aura transformed entirely. Light erupted from its form as three thousand worlds merged into its body, becoming ancient, mottled armor—its presence overwhelming.
The Willow God charged forth like a tiger amidst wolves. No golden branches lashed out, no runes spread—only a pair of jade-white hands moved.
*Boom!*
Those hands were indestructible. In the first exchange, blood was drawn—a sect master sent flying.
*Crack!*
Another summoned a protective artifact, only for the Willow God’s palm to shatter it into hundreds of fragments.
Then, with a flip of its hand, the Willow God struck again. No matter how fast or powerful the foe, none could escape its domain.
*Puff!*
The man was flattened, his soul dissolving—death instant.
*Dang!*
The great bell lunged again, but this time, the Willow God’s palm split the heavens, leaving five deep finger marks upon its surface.
The bell’s wielder was sent reeling, his shoulder deformed, bones cracking within. Blood gushed from his mouth.
“Disaster! This is the Path of Invincibility—it has entered a transcendent state, seeing only enemies, forgetting all else. This is the awakening of its past self’s power!”
“Fellow Daoist, let us end this today, yes?” The Immortal Palace’s master spoke—an ancient supreme being who had lived through eons, witnessed countless events.
Seeing the Willow God’s state, he shuddered. This was near unbeatable. Only a true immortal could hope to oppose it now.
“You think you can end this? I’ve yet to kill my fill!” The once-serene Willow God’s reply sent chills down every spine.
*Whoosh!*
Clad in white, pristine as an exiled immortal, the Willow God advanced. Its palms gleamed, unleashing five-colored divine light.
The Immortal Palace’s ancient master roared, forming seals to resist.
*Puff!*
Yet blood sprayed from his lips, his arm convulsing—he had suffered grievously in this clash.
“You’ve grown old,” the Willow God remarked. Then, with a thunderous strike from above, it sent the ancient master coughing blood repeatedly.
*Boom!*
His battle garb ruined, hair disheveled, the Immortal Palace’s master was sent flying.
The battle was decided. All knew that if the wielders of the Bronze Immortal Palace and the great bell were defeated, none else stood a chance.
Perhaps a rain of heads would follow.
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