Chapter 740: Low‑Grade Holy Artifact: Mixed‑Primordial Bell

"You must prepare in advance; this world is not your battlefield, your battlefield lies in Tianwai."

This is the final outcome that White Deer King secured for him, and also the only ending that can let him survive.

He can only leave this place and confront the Strong Ones of Tianwai; whether he lives depends on his fate.

There is still plenty of time, all hinging on his fate; if he is lucky, he may survive in the future, perhaps even establish himself in Tianwai. Given his tenacious vitality—like a hundred‑legged creature that dies without stiffening—no matter how many times he dies, he can never be truly dead.

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons' true form remains unchanged; he has many chances to err, and each time it astonishes people—clearly dead, yet still alive. Upon reaching Tianwai, it is unknown whether he can maintain this brilliance.

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons nodded: "I understand; rest assured, I will not break my promise."

He will not break his word, nor dare to; here stands the terrifying human Chen Chuyang, the Protector of this world, the Protector of the present age.

Not only him, even White Deer King and the Daoist of Heavenly Heart Sect would be suppressed; fortunately White Deer King is clever, choosing to stand with Chen Chuyang, fighting together for a future—for this world and for themselves—so it must be done.

This world is too weak; if they fight among themselves, they fall into others' traps, become pawns of the Strong Ones of Tianwai, and it is better to unite and jointly confront the Strong Ones of Tianwai. Though such action is extremely foolish, they have no other choice.

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons knows this, which is why he refrains from causing trouble and calmly awaits that day.

He accumulates strength, cultivates his realm, prepares some contingencies; to stay alive, he must do so.

The legacy of Wanfo Temple gave him confidence; in the last metamorphosis he already reached the final step, which was not a total failure.

The demon soul has already transformed.

The Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons can sense that change, a different metamorphosis; as long as he can restore his cultivation, he will quickly advance further, and then the odds of surviving in Tianwai will be much higher.

"I am not worried that you will break your word, but that you might lose hope and seek revenge on Chen Chuyang."

"No." The Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons shook his head: "White Deer King, rest assured, I will not do such a foolish thing."

"Chen Chuyang's strength is definitely above the True Realm; based on my conjecture, his power certainly exceeds the True Person Realm, whether it is the True Destiny Realm or the True Lord Realm is unknown."

"This individual has constantly concealed his strength, never revealing his true power; his Spiritual Sense is extremely bizarre, unlike any in this world. He is too powerful— even if I cultivated for thousands of years, I would not be his match."

"I was the only one who could not let go and sought trouble with such a monster; by contrast, those people of Tianwai are not that hard to deal with."

At least, it's not someone like Chen Chuyang, the old schemer, who only strikes at the end.

Once he makes a move, success is inevitable.

He will not be given any chance; that man's strike would be an instant kill.

Regarding this, the Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons has witnessed it several times and has become resigned.

White Deer King nodded with satisfaction; the Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons has high enlightenment and is not merely unable to let go.

This person is truly very… sensible.

"It's best that you think so; Tianwai is truly our battlefield. Perhaps when you reach Tianwai you can survive, find your own opportunity, and advance further. Then, when I go to Tianwai, I may still need to rely on you."

Upon hearing that, the Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons laughed heartily: "Hahaha, when the time comes, I certainly will not stand by while someone dies."

White Deer King said with satisfaction: "Haha, you can say that, I still……."

The Myriad Poison Demon King wouldn't just stand by and let someone die without helping; these few times, if it weren't for the White Deer King, he'd already be dead.

As for Chen Chuyang, that person, one can find him and then kill him again.

"Boom—."

The Holy Artifact Thunder Tribulation bombarded, and the final Thunder Tribulation descended.

Around Longshe Shan, the oppressive pressure of the Thunder Tribulation shrouded the area.

The crowd looked outward; Tianlian Zhenren's expression softened, staring at the Thunder Tribulation. Her cultivation was suppressed, her Spiritual Sense could not probe, yet her eyesight remained.

"The Holy Artifact Thunder Tribulation—did he forge it?"

"Even the Heavenly Heart Sect has no one capable of forging a Holy Artifact."

"In this world, Holy Artifacts seem never to have appeared."

Spiritual Artifacts are already extremely rare and immensely powerful.

If it is a Holy Artifact, what a terrifying existence it would be.

Once a Holy Artifact is employed, this world may not withstand it.

Tianlian Zhenren is even more shocked by Chen Chuyang's forging ability—so terrifying, so monstrous—that calling him the strongest forger in this world would not be an overstatement; his progress is truly formidable.

In this regard, she cannot help but admire him; living on Longshe Shan, she only then realized Chen Chuyang's terror.

His cultivation advances a thousand miles a day, and his Spiritual Sense is unfathomable.

His Pill Refining and forging techniques are god‑defying, mostly self‑studied and self‑crafted; this alone shows how god‑defying Chen Chuyang's talent is.

"Truly a monster…"

Tianlian Zhenren glanced at Shang Hongchen beside her, shook her head inwardly, feeling sorrow for this disciple's perspective.

Such a monster, when spoken of by her disciple, is called a waste, an ordinary person, like useless mud that cannot patch a wall.

"If only…"

"What a pity, there is no 'if'."

Her disciple lost a monstrous husband, which instead benefited her own sister.

There are other women too; they have not stopped eyeing Chen Chuyang. Such a man, overly outstanding, attracts many women.

"Master, is the weapon he forged for tribulation crossing?"

Shang Hongchen gritted her teeth, staring at that Thunder Tribulation; dark clouds thickened, even Longshe Shan was shrouded, the flashing lightning was terrifying; her body, mind and soul trembled, unable to face the sky.

"Not bad." Tianlian Zhenren nodded lightly: "Moreover, it is not an ordinary weapon, but a Holy Artifact."

"Holy Artifact?" Shang Hongchen's pupils widened, not daring to speak: "Master, are you sure?"

"That is a Holy Artifact, can he forge Holy Artifacts?"

"That's impossible, right?"

Holy Artifacts are the legendary weapons, above Spiritual Artifacts.

Spiritual Artifacts are extremely precious and rare; Shang Hongchen has seen few of them. Within the Heavenly Heart Sect, those who possess Spiritual Artifacts are core disciples or those who have made great contributions.

Others have only ordinary weapons; even to obtain a Spiritual Artifact, even the most worthless one, is impossible.

Even if you want to buy, it's also hard to obtain; it's too rare; nobody would sell a Spiritual Artifact.

"There's no mistake; this lightning tribulation is something only a Sacred Artifact would possess."

"In the Heavenly Heart Sect's records, there is a record, and it is exactly the same."

Tianlian Zhenren wouldn't misremember; this is the Sacred Artifact lightning tribulation, and one still has to undergo it.

Under the lightning tribulation.

The Primordial Chaos Bell flashes with lightning; those tribulations are absorbed by it, becoming part of it.

The Primordial Chaos Bell transformed into a Sacred Artifact shows little external change, but its interior undergoes tremendous change.

The aura it contains, Protector the surrounding several kilometers.

How terrifying.

How frightening.