Chapter 986 - 514: Land of Inheritance (Part 2)_2

Chapter 986: Chapter 514: Land of Inheritance (Part 2)_2

"Mm, Brother Li, I know what to do!" Xue’Er, clever and perceptive, nodded gladly.

Soon, Xue’Er closed her eyes, demon power surged through her body as she cast a spell again, coordinating with Xiaobai, controlling the Kun Whale clone to continue communicating with the distant Nine Nether Whale.

The two Nine Nether Whales responded to each other in prolonged calls, with vast Netherworld Power rippling, as if stirring up an invisible storm in the depths of the Star Realm.

Xue’Er focused entirely on casting the spell, emitting the unique Bloodline Divine Techniques of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox, deploying the Power of Temptation fully, her mind closely linked with Xiaobai and the distant Nine Nether Whale, not missing every subtle emotional fluctuation or tremor of Netherworld Power.

Xue’Er carefully probed, attempting to sense and extract information about the location of the Land of Inheritance and the Dark Spirit Star from the responses of the Nine Nether Whale and her emotions.

...

Just as Li Mu and Xue’Er were lost in the Shadowy Dark Realm, painstakingly searching for a return path, a significant event occurred in Qiling Star, Central State Spirit Realm, at Profound Celestial Sword Sect.

At Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s Asking Sword Plaza, suddenly, the Spirit Bell hanging above Sword Tower began to vibrate intensely, a rapid and heavy bell sound rang out abruptly, piercing through the Sect’s tranquility.

This Warning Spirit Bell only rings when Profound Celestial Sword Sect faces a major crisis or significant changes in its upper ranks, its sound like thunder, resonating through the entire Profound Celestial Sword Sect, striking the chords of every Sect disciple’s heart.

Within the Sect, whether Elder in secluded cultivation, or disciples studying Swordsmanship, all were startled at this moment. They rushed out of the Cultivation Room and Sword Hall, with looks of surprise and suspicion, gazing towards the direction of the bell, as an ominous feeling spread within their hearts.

Dong!

Dong!

...

The clear and melodious sound of the warning bell, each ring striking like a heavy hammer upon the hearts of Sect members. It is not merely a simple bell, but a warning, a foreboding.

Three rings imply that the core region of the sect has been infiltrated, requiring disciples to prepare for battle to protect this cultivation sacred land they rely on for survival.

When the bell rings five times, the implication becomes graver. This means the sect’s important resources, Secret Treasures are being plundered, or key sect buildings are being destroyed.

Six rings, seven rings... With each additional ring, the severity of the situation escalates another level.

Eight rings signify the fall of Supreme Elder or Hall Master level figures of the sect.

Nine rings mean that an Integration Sword Elder has perished.

Ten rings indicate the loss of important sect inheritance.

Eleven rings signal all sect members to prepare for a life-or-death battle.

Twelve rings mark the fall of Sword Master level core figures.

...

Disciples began to feel panic, with some young ones even trembling, having never faced such a crisis before.

The more experienced disciples recalled the darkest moments in the sect’s history, understanding that this crisis might be more severe than any previous ones.

When the bell tolled nine times, chaos engulfed the entire sect, elders began summoning all disciples, their voices hoarse and eyes filled with urgency. They knew this crisis might determine the sect’s survival.

At this moment, the bell had already rung nine times and continued climbing toward more terrifying numbers.

Ten rings signify that a Sword Master level high-ranking cultivator met with misfortune; their fall is obviously a major blow to the sect. Yet, the droning bell continued without pause, breaking Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s record of several thousand years.

Eleven rings, twelve rings... each toll felt like a Life-taking Talisman, raising the hearts of sect members to their throats.

Finally, when the bell sounded the thirteenth time, it was as if a veil of deathly silence cloaked the sect, with everyone holding their breath, awaiting the worst news.

The thirteenth toll possibly represented what they least wished to face—the foundation of the sect might be undergoing unprecedented upheaval.

Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s disciples and elders looked at each other, disbelief filling their eyes, faces pale, breath heavy.

"What’s... what’s going on?" A young disciple tremblingly asked, fear and confusion in his eyes.

"Heavens! Thirteen rings! Who has fallen?"

"Could the Sect Master have fallen? How is this possible?"

"Impossible! The Sect Master’s cultivation is sky-reaching, having been a Daoist Monarch for thousands of years. Who could kill him?"

"It can’t be the Sect Master’s demise; perhaps there’s an issue with the Bell Spirit!"

"

...

Discussions erupted, panic, and unease spread among the disciples like an invisible storm, sweeping through the entire Profound Celestial Sword Sect.

The elders on site furrowed their brows tightly, searching for answers in each other’s eyes, but saw only anxiety and bewilderment, clearly, this sudden thirteen-bell chime shattered all their expectations and plans.

"Everyone calm down!" Sword Master Chen’s voice suddenly rang out, like thunder tearing through the sky, suppressing the discussions, sternly demanding: "Where is Elder Yan?"

As Sword Master Chen’s words fell, a sect elder hurriedly flew out from the Ancestral Hall, his face full of sorrow, announcing mournfully: "Qinghong Daoist Monarch’s Soul Lamp has extinguished, he... he has passed away!"

"What!"

"How is this possible!"

...

The news hit like a thunderbolt, instantly exploding throughout the entire Profound Celestial Sword Sect.

Qinghong Daoist Monarch, as one of the only two Daoist Monarchs with the highest cultivation in Profound Celestial Sword Sect, his fall is undoubtedly a terrible blow to the sect, elders changed countenance, some even stepped back in fright, everyone was shocked by the news, faces pale, seemingly linking to ominous terrible thoughts.

At the plaza, thousands of young sect disciples were stunned, having all heard of Qinghong Daoist Monarch’s renown; some even revered him like a deity. Now, suddenly hearing of his fall, their hearts filled with confusion.

The news was akin to a bolt from the blue, rendering the entire Profound Celestial Sword Sect unable to bear its weight.

"Qinghong Daoist Monarch, how could this be..."

Sword Master Chen murmured to himself, eyes full of disbelief, his fists clenched, body trembling slightly, clearly restraining the sorrow and shock within.

The expansive Sect Plaza with ten thousand Sword Masters hovering in the air, now fell deathly silent, leaving only the echo of the warning bell lingering long in the air.

Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s tens of thousands of disciples and elders collectively immersed in overwhelming sorrow; they could not imagine the strong figure who once sheltered the entire sect now fallen, momentarily unable to accept this truth.

The atmosphere at Profound Celestial Sword Sect was exceedingly heavy, oppressive. On-site everyone understood Qinghong Daoist Monarch’s death was not just his personal tragedy, but also a major blow to the entire sect.

Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s tens of thousands of years of inheritance, teetering on the brink of danger!

Qinghong Daoist Monarch, being one of the sect’s two supreme stabilizing forces, his existence guaranteed that Profound Celestial Sword Sect occupied the most bountiful Spiritual Land in the Central State Spirit Realm, also serving as a spiritual pillar for endless disciples, his demise gave rise to unprecedented crises for this millennia-old premier Sword Sect.

"Recall all True Disciples training outside, Flying Sword Communication summon back Sword Master Xiao, Sword Master Ye, and other Sword Elders outside, prepare to activate the Sect Protection Array at a moment’s notice, awaiting the potential arrival of battle." Sword Master Chen flew to the central area above the plaza, voice like a grand tone, shaking the hearts of all present.

"Qinghong Daoist Monarch’s demise is a pain we cannot embrace, but sorrow cannot let us sink, Profound Celestial Sword Sect’s millennia of inheritance cannot sever in our generation!" Sword Master Chen shouted resolutely with a look of grief.

"Yes!" Disciples responded in unison, voice shaking the skies, Sword Intent sharply resonating, turning their grief into strength, determined to protect the sect with their lives.