The tower gleamed pristine, crafted from bone yet crystal-like and translucent, resembling fine jade in its clarity.
The two segments of the tower commenced their merging. Where they met, the surface softened like melting sheep-fat jade, thinned, thickened, and finally fused together. The process was slow but resolute.
Though separated for many years, they originally belonged as one, drawn together by an inherent instinctive bond. The tower halves yearned for reunion, and everything was progressing positively.
Yet, Black-Gold Sparrow, Wheel of Reincarnation, and the Six-Foot Golden Body remained present. Would they passively witness this reunion without taking action? Naturally not. They intervened with determined strikes.
The little tower panicked, chanting scriptures, emitting golden radiance, and sending torrents of glyphs into its twin layers. It purified the ancient tower body, long controlled by the Yin-Yang Hermit, hastening the fusion.
Willow God stood in defense, clashing with them and triggering an intense battle at once.
The Wheel of Reincarnation vibrated as a mist surged toward Willow God—that was the Breath of Life and Death, capable of hurling one into reincarnation, strange and mighty.
Above Willow God, the small tree shone radiantly, dissolving the mist, scattering it, rendering it harmless.
However, the master of the Wheel was no simple foe. He chanted true sutras, and six layers of sacred principles shimmered within his palms, as if recreating the heavens. All burst forth together.
Six beams of divine light, awe-inspiring and world-shaking, startled others to draw in breath and retreat, unwilling to be caught within their wrath.
“Pity—it’s incomplete, not the true essence of the Six Paths,” remarked Willow God, first surprised, then composed. He formed a mudra with his hands, conjuring a golden Kunpeng that erupted with dazzling golden light, slicing through and shattering those sacred principles.
“Chi!”
A sword gust swept in. The Immortal Patriarch’s Elemental Bodies returned; among them, the Metal Body brandished a platinum sword, radiant and oppressive in its descent, cleaving straight down with a slash capable of severing the firmament.
“Clang!”
Willow God struck with a palm, instantly expanding to crush the void, impacting the sword blade. The platinum sword trembled violently; many symbols within the sword qi faded, and its luster dimmed.
Cawing, the Black-Gold Sparrow radiated brilliance—hundreds and thousands of pitch-black feathers soared forth. Born of the world itself, a supreme spirit forged from pure metal essence, its feathers were sharp and deadly.
Amidst a chorus of metallic ringing, Dao Mark materialized around Willow God, crushing many black feathers.
In an instant, Willow God faced off against several experts, battling them all at once. The battlefield erupted with combat energy reaching the heavens, shaking the outer realms, a spectacle both fearsome and extraordinary.
Other beings would have perished already, daring to oppose such mighty titans.
“Clang!”
A pure and resonant chime rang out from the Ninth Heaven, vibrating downward. Adorned with countless glowing glyphs, the great bell descended with immense pressure, a formidable threat.
Upon the bell stood a vague figure, possessing deep-set eyes that flashed with sharp divine light like lightning bolts whenever opened.
He clearly intended to strike hard—the young Willow God had snatched away two tower segments from the bell’s interior earlier. Could he possibly let this slide?
This figure was immensely powerful, feared even by other titans. As he descended with overwhelming dominion, some observers retreated instinctively, choosing to watch rather than engage.
“Whirl!”
Above Willow God, the small tree, merely a foot tall, glowed emerald green, bursting forth with hundreds and thousands of branches to meet the descending bell.
“Boom!”
At that moment, it was no longer a melodious toll, but a thunderous explosion. The two collided violently like a surging flood.
Hundreds upon hundreds of green branches struck the bell, a fierce confrontation. Like countless jade-green divine spears glowing with intense light, each strike rang out metallically.
Dents and depressions marred the bell’s surface, triggering alarm in all who watched. This legendary supreme treasure was being battered thus.
Clearly, the small tree atop Willow God’s head, the magical artifact, was terrifyingly formidable—capable of clashing against an ancient, peerless bell-treasure.
The bell’s glyphs flared, echoing chanting, as the dents swelled and smoothed out. It had not been destroyed.
Simultaneously, ripples spread from the bell, more terrifying than the heavenly sword, capable of severing stars from the heavens. Yet upon striking the willow branches, their effects faltered.
The small tree trembled as hundreds of branches recoiled, each shining almost translucent.
Suspended above Willow God, the one-foot-high tree shimmered with vitality, exuding chaotic energy. It appeared imprinted onto the void itself, radiating the light of immortality, resisting the bell’s waves.
Was this another supreme treasure rivaling the great bell? Everyone gasped in astonishment!
Dark light flared as the Black-Gold Sparrow cried out, flapping its wings, rushing toward the small tower cloaked in chaotic mist.
At the same time, others struck. Seeing the First Spirit Root bearer blocking Willow God, the titans surged forward to seize the white tower.
The small tower cried, “Just a little more time! Help me hold them off!”
At this crucial moment, it could not flee—it hung helplessly in place, in dire peril.
“Buzz!”
The one-foot-high green tree flew over, its tender, radiant branches cascading down like flowing silk, sheltering the small tower beneath for protection.
The onlookers marveled. Willow God was already locked in combat with the great bell and its master. To abandon the use of his supreme treasure here was truly a bold move, though likely perilous.
Indeed, the great bell reverberated, growing rapidly larger, descending from the skies.
And at this very moment, the hazy silhouette atop the bell sat cross-legged, channeling its power, driving it straight at Willow God with a sound like a roaring tidal wave, the glyphs within it roaring aloud.
The heavens and earth collapsed, sun and moon trembled!
The bell expanded, radiant aura erupting, engulfing the area. It became a realm of annihilation, sealing Willow God within its gaping mouth.
“Ah, is this the decisive moment?” Many cried out in alarm, awed and wary, deeply astonished and fearful of the bell’s master.
The bell struck with full force, encapsulating Willow God. It radiated countless glyph-lights, unleashing terrifying fluctuations, attempting to destroy him.
At this moment, all sensed how terrifying the bell was—it kept changing, its walls displaying scripture after scripture, attempting to sacrifice Willow God alive.
Once sealed inside the bell, unless some miracle intervened, only death would be possible.
Yet, this time, an anomaly occurred. Mysterious forces stirred within the bell. A radiant figure emerged inside, making the bell walls appear translucent, exuding an aura of immortality.
“Clang!”
The masses were stunned. They could see, on the bell’s inner walls, one palm print after another forming—Willow God was striking from within, his divine might supreme.
The bell’s chanted sutras and sacrificial tones were abruptly disrupted. The bell’s body kept deforming, showing fist prints and finger marks, as though softening.
“Could this supreme treasure, born from the mysterious lands, be on the verge of destruction?” someone whispered in awe and doubt.
In the Upper Realms, countless races exist. Yet the activity zones of billions of beings barely account for one-tenth of the vast Upper Realms. The other nine-tenths remain mysterious, forbidden territory.
Countless epochs ago, the bell soared out from those mysterious regions.
It held too many secrets, too many unknowns. Two words marked its surface, immersed in Dao essence—one was “None,” the other too blurred to discern.
“I awaken!” a voice roared. The little tower soared upward, radiating boundless divine brilliance, repelling the mighty titans.
Simultaneously, the tree hovering above it trembled, shifting from emerald green to golden hue, blazing intensely. Its branches shot in all directions, indiscriminately attacking.
A golden tree, radiating infinite glyphs, caused the battlefield to erupt chaotically.
At the same time, the bell rang out as Willow God shattered its grip, breaking free. He summoned the small tree to hover above his head once more.
In just an instant, the tide of battle turned dramatically.
“Black-Gold Sparrow, daring to seize my true form! Watch how I deal with you!” the little tower cried, radiating glyphs as it chased after the Black-Gold Sparrow with immense force.
Its base was hollow, gaping like a mouth, snapping and biting the bird furiously, to the shock of all.
Indeed, after merging with the two tower sections, the little tower had grown mighty. It now moved at incomprehensible speed, controlling space itself. No matter how fiercely the Black-Gold Sparrow attacked, it always found itself pursued and entrapped.
Its cries echoed across the sky. The Black-Gold Sparrow raged and resisted, yet could not prevail. And escape? Impossible! It flapped its wings, which should send it instantly flying into the outer realms—but now, it felt mired in mud.
This was the little tower’s ability—to bind the void, entrap the Black-Gold Sparrow, and chase it relentlessly, biting again and again.
The titans gazed in disbelief. Was this still a tower?
The little tower devoured the bird, black feathers flying, clinking like metal. Remember, this spirit was born in the Black-Gold Ore, its feathers veritable divine materials of the highest grade.
For the little tower, a collector of treasures, this feast was a great boon indeed.
In no time, the Black-Gold Sparrow was nearly bald, half its feathers gone. Its once-gleaming blackness now a disgraceful sight, it howled in humiliating fury. A disgrace unparalleled!
Meanwhile, witnessing this, Willow God, free of concern, erupted with full might, his divine majesty unmatched!
The great bell was suppressed. Sealed with a gesture toward the heavens and one toward the earth, a supreme hand seal shattered it, its waves like a crashing tsunami.
Upon the bell, the entity leapt up, bearing tremendous pressure—his sleeves turned to dust, his body trembled, and his expression paled in an instant.
In a way, the bell was even more important than the titans. Of strange origin and impossibly powerful, impervious to destruction, this legendary treasure ranked among the top three weapons of the Upper Realms.
The Western sect leader stormed into battle, golden all over, sprouting a thousand arms, forming a Thousand-Hand Golden Body, a sight of terrifying might.
Willow God’s body radiated light. Golden willow branches erupted forth, clashing with this being, transforming into thousands of divine chains of order bursting with limitless light, forcing the Six-Foot Golden Body to retreat.
“Heaven and Earth above and below, I alone am supreme!”
The Western sect leader chanted a mantra, fingers raised to the sky and the earth, replicating the most powerful seal of old—an echo of Willow God’s recent supreme hand mudra.
“Boom!”
Willow God struck with a similar gesture, yet his Dao was different. They clashed head-on.
The Western sect leader’s golden body dimmed, stumbling backward.
“Chi!”
A sword beam pierced through—a powerful figure astride a green ox wielded a divine sword, delivering a terrifying slash brimming with celestial might.
“Crack!”
Willow God flicked his finger, ten radiant arcs streaking like solar eclipses.
In that instant, divine rainbows flared, clashing against the divine sword. With a clang, his brilliant finger struck the blade, carving a chip into this Chaos-tier artifact.
The crowd was astounded—the sword was ranked eleventh among the Upper Realm’s most powerful weapons!
The green ox roared, struck by the backlash, one of its horns shattering instantly. If not for the middle-aged master astride it pouring his power into protection, the ox would have exploded.
All were stunned. In a sequence of confrontations, Willow God displayed unmatched might, driving back three mighty experts. It seemed as though none in the Nine Heavens could rival him.
When the fourth assailant attacked, green leaves danced around Willow God, transforming into countless divine blades, dazzling like a starry sky, cutting through the battlefield.
“Agh!”
The opponent cried out, less fortunate than the others. A willow blade pierced his forehead, killing him instantly.
Meanwhile, the Black-Gold Sparrow shrieked—half of its body swallowed by the little tower. With the other half, it surged upward in a desperate attempt to escape.
Willow God extended a finger. A ray of divine light shot forth, bursting forth with a “Pu!” sound, shattering the Sparrow in mid-air. Black-gold dust rained down, causing the little tower to groan in pain, heartbroken.
“Chi!”
The Immortal Patriarch reappeared, but this time, Willow God charged forward directly. The two clashed swiftly. Finally, Willow God’s divine hand swept through a swift arc—”Pu!”—and a head flew high, marking the death of another Elemental Body of the Immortal Patriarch.
The Immortal Patriarch recoiled in terror, fleeing at once, having nearly lost his life here.
A golden divine vine appeared, rooting itself in the void, coiling toward Willow God with the breath of the The Grand Path.
Gasps filled the crowd. The Solar God Vine had arrived! Among the Upper Realm’s mightiest titans, it failed to overcome Willow God just the same. The latter swung a luminous palm—”Pu!”—and severed the golden principal vine.
A cry of agony sounded as the Solar God Vine retreated, returning directly to the Upper Realm.
Willow God advanced, his might unmatched.
The hazy figure seated upon the great mysterious bell rose, lifting his hands as void glyphs swarmed and ceremonial banners flapped.
“Boom!”
In the next instant, chaotic energy boiled. A vast formation emerged, sealing the heavens and earth.
Additionally, two more titans joined, unfurling formation banners to complete the array, aiming to imprison and slay Willow God.
“The Fourth Killing Formation!” the little tower cried out.
Willow God expanded a void, conjuring a hazy Primordial Gate to resist the Fourth Killing Formation’s suppression.
“Return to the Upper Realm, sirs. No need for further sacrifices!” Willow God spoke solemnly.
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