Chapter 79: A Single "Roll" Shakes Heaven and Earth

Chapter 79: A Single "Roll" Shakes Heaven and Earth

The kilometer-sized bell swung down like a shattered star, obliterating everything in its path.

Boom!

The colossal bell struck the Huntian Sect's Protective Formation with devastating force. The formation trembled violently, unleashing deafening roars as endless ripples spread outward. The point of impact collapsed inward, pushed to its absolute limit, with fine cracks appearing along the edges—as if it could shatter at any moment.

Tuoba Wuxiang's expression turned grave.

Both the Tianyuan Bell and the Huntian Drum were Quasi-Emperor Artifacts, their might far beyond the ordinary.

However, their functions differed.

The Tianyuan Bell suppressed all things with overwhelming force, while the Huntian Drum leaned more toward auxiliary support.

The Huntian Sect's Protective Formation was indeed formidable, but it still fell short of fully resisting the assault of a Quasi-Emperor Artifact.

Had it been the Huntian Sect at its peak, the formation would have been incomparably stronger—capable of withstanding even an Emperor Artifact, let alone a Quasi-Emperor one.

But now… the sect had declined.

"To think it could withstand a single strike," Meng Feng muttered in surprise before sneering. With a wave of his hand, the massive Tianyuan Bell soared back into the sky, gathering terrifying power once more. Like a falling meteor, it crashed down upon the Protective Formation with even greater force than before—nearly doubling in intensity.

This time, the formation might not hold.

If it shattered, the Huntian Sacred Mountain would suffer catastrophic damage.

Gritting his teeth, Tuoba Wuxiang prepared to activate the Huntian Drum to counter the Tianyuan Bell's strike.

Yet, the two artifacts were fundamentally different.

He had no confidence in whether the drum could fully repel the bell.

Just as the kilometer-wide bell descended, an inexplicable aura suddenly permeated the air—as if some terrifying existence had awakened from slumber.

This aura fused with heaven and earth, suppressing all things.

For an instant, everything seemed to freeze.

But it was not true stasis—merely an illusion caused by the overwhelming, unfathomable pressure of that aura, so immense that it distorted perception.

Then, from the depths of Huntian Sacred Mountain, space trembled, winds shattered, and darkness loomed.

A beam of light, wreathed in celestial radiance and trailing countless mysterious runes, pierced through the void, shattering everything in its path before slamming into the kilometer-wide bell.

The bell shuddered violently, emitting a deafening, thunderous roar. The shockwaves tore through the surrounding space, carving a long, jagged scar across the sky—as if a brushstroke of destruction had been painted upon the heavens.

The sight was enough to make one's heart tremble in terror.

In the blink of an eye, the bell was sent flying tens of thousands of meters away. The ancient bronze glow coiled around its surface shattered and dispersed, its size rapidly shrinking as its aura plummeted—as though severely damaged.

Meng Feng, who had been controlling the Tianyuan Bell, convulsed as if struck by lightning, blood spurting uncontrollably from his mouth.

"Who dares?!" he roared in fury, his black robes billowing like a demon king's. His pale face twisted with rage, eyes blazing with killing intent as he glared toward the source of that devastating beam.

"Roll!"

A voice, utterly indifferent, rang out from the depths of the void.

It reverberated like rolling thunder, shaking the heavens and earth, annihilating all directions. The terrifying force of the soundwave surged forth, shattering the void layer by layer, leaving countless fissures in its wake. Each fissure exuded a dreadful aura of destruction.

Meng Feng and the dozen or so elders from Tianyuan Sacred Land were struck by the horrifying sonic impact, as if blasted by countless bolts of lightning or hammered by innumerable heavy blows. Their bodies trembled violently, sent flying backward while vomiting blood. Their powers seemed on the verge of collapse, their grasped Dao principles trembling uncontrollably. Instantly, their hearts were seized with terror.

"Quasi-Emperor!"

"The Huntian Sect still has a Quasi-Emperor!"

Meng Feng, as if struck dumb, muttered in disbelief before snapping back to reality. Without hesitation, he unleashed his utmost speed, fleeing into the distance. The other dozen or so Dao Integration Realm elders, hearing Meng Feng's words, were so terrified they nearly wet themselves and scattered in panic.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.

A great battle was thus averted before it could even begin.

Chen Feng and the other disciples stood dumbfounded, overwhelmed by incomparable shock, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

Even from such a distance, the mere leakage of that aura made them feel as if they faced annihilation. Moreover, the very fabric of space had been shattered—something that defied all their understanding.

In Chen Feng's heart, an indescribable fervor arose.

Could one truly attain such power—the power to shatter mountains, crush peaks, and rupture the void—by cultivating to a certain level?

It was... utterly intoxicating.

After that single word—"Roll!"—the voice fell silent, leaving no further trace, making one wonder if it had all been an illusion.

Yet, the powerful figures from Tianyuan Sacred Land had indeed fled in panic.

"Disciples," Tuoba Wuxiang said, clasping his hands behind his back as his gaze swept slowly over their faces, "focus on your cultivation and strive to improve yourselves. The sect is your greatest support. In time, when you have achieved mastery, you too shall become part of that support."

His words instantly filled everyone with immense motivation.

Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng away on a sword-light, leaving Huntian Palace behind. The other disciples, meanwhile, retrieved their space rings and handed over seventy percent of their gains from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, keeping thirty percent for themselves.

No one harbored any dissatisfaction or resentment over this. After all, they all benefited from the sect's nurturing and protection. Contributing to the sect within their means was only natural. As for Chen Feng, he had already publicly discarded the Huntian Space Ring, losing even the saintly herb. Naturally, the sect would demand nothing further from him.

In truth, however, Chen Feng still possessed considerable resources—though he couldn't reveal them openly, given the matter of the Creation Space.

...

Before long, Wang Yuandao brought Chen Feng back to Juejian Peak.

"Master," Chen Feng couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer and finally asked, "who was it that intervened earlier?"

"That was likely one of our Huntian Sect's ancestors," Wang Yuandao replied, his face alight with excitement. "I never imagined our sect still had such a figure in existence. With this, we can deter Tianyuan Sacred Land to some extent, preventing them from attacking us recklessly."

"Disciple, there's no need for you to know too much right now. Your task is to cultivate diligently, striving to lay the foundation of the Supreme Body Forging Realm. Only then should you attempt to break through your acupoints and advance your cultivation."

"Uh..."

Chen Feng had originally wanted to ask more questions—like what exactly the Huntian Drum was, or how Juejian Peak and Juejian Palace were connected. All these little bits of gossip itched at him, and not knowing felt unbearable. But since his master had spoken, he could only suppress his curiosity for now.

"Master, is there a place where we can block out all auras and phenomena?" Chen Feng changed the subject, speaking in a low voice.

"Hm?" Wang Yuandao's gaze flickered with inquiry.

"If there is, please take me there," Chen Feng replied without directly answering, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.

Wang Yuandao then led Chen Feng into his own pavilion and immediately activated a formation to isolate everything within.

"Master, look." Chen Feng opened his palm as if presenting a treasure.

In his previously empty hand, a dazzling rainbow light surged upward, as if trying to pierce the heavens, but the formation's power contained it completely, preventing even the slightest leakage.

Wang Yuandao was instantly captivated, his gaze fixed intently.

Within the rainbow light, a tiny dragon-like figure emerged, so lifelike it seemed to swim freely. The aura it exuded was incredibly pure and vast, brimming with unparalleled vitality. Even a single breath of its unique fragrance stirred an irresistible craving deep within.

As the dragon-like figure swam, the flickering light seemed to carry faint echoes of a dragon roar, resonating with the profound mysteries of the Dao.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the rainbow light appeared to be condensed from countless intricate runes.

"Disciple... this... this... this..."

Wang Yuandao was utterly stunned, frozen in place, his words failing him.

"Master, this is the saintly herb from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm," Chen Feng declared with absolute certainty.

Wang Yuandao was completely overwhelmed, his mind in chaos as if struck by countless bolts of lightning. He couldn't even form a coherent thought.

Chen Feng waited patiently until, after a long moment, Wang Yuandao finally regained his composure—though the shock within him remained indescribable.

"Disciple, you're saying... this is the saintly herb from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm?" Wang Yuandao took a deep breath and asked in a solemn tone.

"Yes," Chen Feng affirmed without hesitation.

"But didn't you already..." Wang Yuandao was deeply puzzled.

"Master, I actually used a little trick. I pretended to store the saintly herb in the Huntian Space Ring and hand it over, but in truth, I kept it," Chen Feng explained with a smile, deliberately vague.

The Creation Space was connected to the Divine Talisman Of Creation—a mysterious artifact given to him by his mother. Chen Feng had no intention of letting others know about it.

"A little trick..." Wang Yuandao gave Chen Feng a long, searching look. He knew his disciple must have other secrets, but he had no intention of prying. Keeping one's secrets hidden was the right way to walk the path of cultivation and grow stronger. "This is hardly a 'little trick.' If the Tianyuan Sacred Land found out, they'd probably be furious enough to explode."

"Heh..." Chen Feng grinned, imagining how satisfying it would be if someone got their hands on the Huntian Space Ring only to find it empty—while still being blamed for stealing it. The thought was deliciously amusing.

"Disciple, you are only at the Body Forging Realm now. This saintly herb is of the highest grade. It would be better for you to keep it first and consume it when the timing is right. By then, it will surely bring you immense benefits," Wang Yuandao said. "Remember, do not reveal wealth. You must never let others know you possess a saintly herb."

"Master, this saintly herb is an offering for you."

As Chen Feng spoke, he placed the saintly herb before Wang Yuandao without hesitation.

"You..."

Wang Yuandao was utterly stunned, never expecting his disciple to make such a gesture.

A saintly herb!

That was a saintly herb, its value far surpassing that of a Transcendent Realm expert.

For a moment, Wang Yuandao's emotions were in turmoil.