Chapter 201: The Immortal Bell Shows Cracks

"Taiyi, our old debt should finally be settled," Zhou Yi stepped through the air, his battle intent blazing like a rainbow as he surged straight for the battlefield's core.

At this moment Taiyi was locked in combat with five ancestor shamans, when the shattered battlefield of mountains and rivers was suddenly breached by an uninvited guest.

When he saw the newcomer was Zhou Yi, the Demon Race Supreme's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Do even ants like you dare to come and die?"

Back then, failing to slay this junior who wielded a Tai Chi diagram within Human Race territory had always been a source of humiliation for him.

The Chaos Bell suddenly buzzed, and as its body trembled slightly it shattered the encirclement of the five ancestor shamans.

Taiyi, bearing world‑ending might, broke through the void: "Now that you lack the Tai Chi diagram's protection, I can make you turn to ash with a flick of my finger."

In his view, the earlier defeat was entirely because the treasure had not yet emerged; now the Chaos Bell's power is fully unleashed, and heaven and earth change hue.

Though the five great ancestor shamans strained to block it, they could not match the vast might of the precelestial treasure. Watching the Chaos Bell tear the void to strike at Zhou Yi's life gate, the seemingly insignificant human suddenly moved; faced with the time‑freezing binding force, he seemed to enter an empty realm.

Five mysterious Daoic formations thundered into view behind Zhou Yi, and his fist, wrapped in a force as mighty as Chaos's Beginning, struck out boldly.

Amid the earth‑shaking blast, Zhou Yi retreated three steps, each footfall causing the space to erupt, fissures spreading through the void like a spider's web.

"So this can be called a precelestial treasure?" Zhou Yi flicked his wrist, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

Just now he had taken the Chaos Bell's heavy blow bare‑handed; though he was knocked back three steps, the artifact famed as Honghuang's strongest now lay humming at his feet, not even tearing his garment.

Taiyi's pupils snapped shut, the veins on his hand gripping the bell hammer bulging: "What kind of joke is this! Your cultivation level…" The words cut off abruptly.

He recalled that twenty days earlier, when they clashed in Wu Clan territory, this human quasi‑saint had been driven to a frantic retreat by a casual strike of his.

Though just now he had been restrained by five ancestor shamans, a single strike of the Chaos Bell at seventy percent power would be enough to shatter an ordinary quasi‑saint's soul.

Zhou Yi flexed his finger joints, and the dark golden light flowing between his fingers made Taiyi's solar point throb rapidly.

That was clearly the Dao‑rhythm brilliance reserved for the peak of a quasi‑saint, yet only two thousand days and nights had passed since their last duel, and for beings like them that span was insufficient to comprehend even half a fragment.

"You don't actually think…" Zhou Yi stepped forward, the void beneath his foot cracking inch by inch, "Only you old relics that jumped out of stone deserve to stand on the clouds and look down on all beings, right?"

Taiyi's throat knot rolled, and the sun disc behind him erupted uncontrolled flames.

He recalled that it had taken him three full Yuan assemblies for his form to mature from the solar core, and surpassing the quasi‑saint peak had consumed twelve hundred ninety‑six thousand years.

And the creature before him, a product of Nüwa's molding of earth, had existed only thirty thousand years since its birth.

The Chaos Bell suddenly emitted a sharp ringing, and Taiyi's forehead solar pattern shone dazzlingly. He had to admit that this human reminded him of the oppression he felt when facing the Three Pure Ones.

Yet precisely because of that, he could not let the opponent leave alive today, even at the risk of being ambushed by the ancestor shamans.

Taiyi at this moment no longer cared about the ancestor shamans' movements; his entire mind was fixed on the human youth. His pupils were blood‑red, and the Chaos Bell trembled violently in his palm, as if sensing his master's resolve to kill.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Chaos Bell suddenly unleashed a world‑shattering aura; its ringing shook the Thirty‑Three Heavens violently, and the stars above flickered on and off.

This treasure, born at the opening of the primordial void, fully awakened; the surface of the bell displayed a wondrous scene of sun and moon shining together, and the forces of earth, water, fire, and wind formed solid light bands encircling it.

Through the trembling Chaos energy, one could faintly see a self‑contained world inside the bell, with continuous mountain ranges rising and falling in a sea of clouds, and countless ancient beast phantoms flickering in and out.

Five‑colored divine light pierced the Thirty‑Three Heavens, even the You Ming Blood Sea was illuminated completely. If such power were fully released, the entire Honghuang realm might have its heavens and earth reshaped.

As the Demon Race Supreme who wielded the precelestial treasure, Taiyi had long stood at the peak of the quasi‑saint realm.

Though he had not attained the Mixed‑Origin Dao fruit, looking across the three Honghuang realms, only a handful could stand against him. Now, seething with anger, he struck, his pressure several times stronger than the Blood Sea's dark river of old.

Zhou Yi, however, lifted the corner of his mouth amid this overwhelming force.

When he first met Taiyi years ago, had it not been the Tai Chi diagram of the Tai Qing Saint protecting him, he likely wouldn't have survived three breaths.

Now his Dao fruit is complete and he has ascended to Grand Emperor, finally able to confront this Honghuang overlord head‑on.

"Well timed!" Zhou Yi's head burst with ten‑thousand‑foot immortal radiance, and the bronze ancient bell spun rapidly amid the glow.

Fivefold heavens and earth phenomena interwove behind him into a dazzling halo, his fist's chaotic energy solidified, using his own body as a weapon to directly strike the precelestial treasure.

At the instant the two treasures collided, a visible shockwave swept across the Eight Wilderness.

Within tens of thousands of li, the Wu‑Demon warriors could not even scream before being turned to dust by the energy tide.

The void was ripped open by countless fissures, earth, water, fire, and wind spewed from the cracks, and the entire battlefield instantly became a furnace.

The five ancestor shamans who had been surrounding Taiyi could no longer hold the field, forced to retreat repeatedly by the chaotic energy currents.

This was only a prelude; Taiyi manipulated the Chaos Bell to repeatedly slam into Zhou Yi, while Zhou Yi activated the Immortal Bell to counter, each collision of the two treasures causing the heavens and earth to roar.

The core of their battlefield had long become a death zone, even the powerful onlookers stayed three thousand li away.

Zhou Yi, relying on his unique law‑breaking technique, drove his Imperial Soldier to the limit, confronting the legendary precelestial treasure head‑on.

The two forces intertwined and tore in the void, a terrifying energy vortex enveloping hundreds of millions of li.

This could leave the five ancestor shamans stranded on the spot; though they could together match Taiyi, the two at the battlefield's center were now fighting madly, and even the scattered aftershocks made the shamans' blood surge.

Since they could not intervene, the ancestor shamans turned their gaze toward the Demon Race camp.

It was also Mi Xi's ill luck; even though he clearly had the Nüwa Saint supporting him, he still dared to wade...

As soon as the five ancestor shamans' gazes swept over, Mi Xi knew trouble was coming; with the Demon Race's main forces now on the front line, who could still save him?

"Mere humans can fight me to this extent," Taiyi suddenly halted, the Chaos Bell humming above his head, his entire aura climbing to the critical point.

After several hundred rounds of combat, the Demon Emperor had to admit that the human before him had indeed brushed the threshold of the quasi‑saint peak.

To remain unscathed under the Chaos Bell's pressure, none in Honghuang could be found as a second.

Zhou Yi wiped the blood from his mouth corner: "You truly live up to the Demon Race's War God title."

In the seemingly even exchange just now, his Immortal Bell had already shown cracks.

The Imperial Soldier ultimately fell far short of the precelestial treasure; without his unique law‑breaking technique to support it, it would have been defeated long ago.

Honghuang never speaks of "ifs"; the gap in magical treasures is inherently part of strength.

"Again!"

With two fierce shouts, the Chaos Bell, wrapped in stellar power, slammed down thunderously, while the Immortal Bell transformed into a streak of light soaring into the sky.