Chapter 367: The Ancient Bell Shows Its Might! Bi'an, Son of the Dragon?

However, this time, having already broken free from that fear of being unbeatable, Baichuan would not let the other party continue to act as if no one were around.

He was very clear that the Zishu before him, called "Ancestor" by the Lingneng Clan, was absolutely not one of those ordinary enemies he had seen and fought before!

As the saying goes, there are no empty names under great fame. As the supreme powerhouse of a super civilization spanning the Xingkong, given the other's strength, once given time to act, the variety and strangeness of their methods would absolutely not be something he, with his little experience and knowledge, could counter!

Having Xiao Hong help him wake up the first time was already lucky; Baichuan deeply felt he did not have so much good luck to waste a second time.

If the Consciousness Projection Lingxin mentioned was truly what he understood it to be, then to deal with this kind of phantom called Consciousness Projection, the only way was to attack with an unending barrage while the energy was still not much, before it could react!

Then secretly taking advantage of its unpreparedness to bring his allies and run was the true way, after all the other party was merely a phantom; destroying it held no benefit for him, and whether he could destroy it at all was still uncertain.

As the saying goes, delay breeds change. Given the other's strength, once they crossed the endless distance and descended in their true body, that would truly be terrible; perhaps even the power of the Ancient Bell he relied on could not let him escape the other's clutches!

At the same time, he had a premonition that the destructive power bursting forth from his current state absolutely could not be without some price. Just looking at the fact that the most fundamental substances composing his body were reacting violently, burning as fuel, it seemed like a kind of power used when fighting for one's life.

Perhaps once his body could no longer withstand the violent reaction, what would come would be the collapse and dissipation of his entire planet-sized body, or worse, implicating his true self.

Therefore, quitting while ahead was the true way; of course, if he could resolve that endlessly chattering fellow right in front of the other party, that would be best.

After all, that fellow had been constantly making a fuss, truly annoying Baichuan somewhat. At the same time, this was the first True Immortal he had encountered alive who might be able to grant him their ability; he absolutely could not let the chance slip if there was one!

Whether the incomplete ability granted by the Star Beast Source Blood could let him break through to the True Immortal realm, he could not be one hundred percent certain. Baichuan, who well knew not to put all eggs in one basket, naturally could not waste and miss this chance to obtain a true True Immortal-level ability.

Musing over his plan in his heart, Baichuan's gaze turned cold and he was the first to move!

Boundless ocean-like blue-purple eerie energy surged even more violently from his entire body. Under his control, it once again raised a tide of destruction, layer upon layer as if endless, sweeping over in a posture as if to drown the world.

Within it, continuously, streams of energy like Changqiang gathered, transforming from within the tide into an assault force that shot out first like a machine gun!

Compared to Zishu, he did not have so many fancy abilities, but this destructive energy was not something Zishu could easily ignore either. Therefore, currently at a disadvantage, he could only leverage his own strengths, using momentum to overwhelm, forcing the other to face him head-on and consume their limited energy!

Facing this endlessly incoming energy, "Ancestor"'s movement paused for the first time. The ghostly light shining at His fingertip could indeed easily pierce through the endlessly incoming destructive energy, but it did not guarantee being able to completely kill this somewhat strange and interesting fellow before Him, let alone that what He wanted was not to kill, but to capture.

At the same time, He could not intercept everything either. Once those scattered energies went unchecked, they would destroy everything in sight, obliterating this planet of the Lingneng Clan!

The weakness of His Consciousness Projection seemed to have been discovered by the other party. Having only the power of a single strike was the true situation of this decree He had bestowed upon Guyue. Generally, such single-strike decrees were given to armies and fleets for use in large-scale wars to decide the outcome in one blow, intended to destroy the enemy! As for the aftermath? That was left to His subordinates to clean up.

But now...

"Ancestor" glanced at Guyue nearby, whose will had already collapsed. Let alone helping Him clean up the aftermath or protect this world, perhaps without His care, whether Guyue could even preserve himself was uncertain.

Although He did not care much about whether this planet was destroyed, or even whether His subordinates perished, in front of Him, if He could not protect His own forces and subordinates in the hands of a weakling in His eyes, it would be no different from a living creature slapping His face in front of Him, costing Him face.

Once this news spread and was heard by those of His same realm, He would become a stain, a laughingstock! Spread throughout the Xingkong of the Desolate Domain!

Thus, now, in front of this interesting junior, he had fallen into a dispirited situation where he not only needed to take down the opponent but also protect the world behind him. But so what?

Even if He had to bear the expulsion of the entire Subspace's power, with one hand protecting the world below, He, Zishu, was still invincible in the world!

The ethereal, cold, otherworldly figure moved. On that illusory face, a pair of eyes hidden in misty aura suddenly lit up. For the first time, He extended both hands, forming mysterious seals, and abruptly pressed them together before His chest.

In an instant, as if some chain reaction occurred, deep immortal light swept out from His hands in all directions. In the void, an ancient lamp carved with a white jade mouse with brocade fur howling faintly appeared. The moment this ancient lamp phantom appeared, it instantly fixed the destructive energy sweeping in all directions as if to destroy everything, as well as the endless Changqiang shooting forth, and seemed as if it would turn these energies into fuel, igniting a divine flame to burn everything!

Then, pinching this cluster of flame, He followed the dazzling light of the destructive energy and looked toward the phantom pressing down upon the world. He suddenly froze—where was that interesting little fellow?

"Ah—!!"

At this moment, a shrill scream rang out.

"Ancestor" looked toward the sound, only to discover that His subordinate Guyue had already lost all power to resist and was pinned in the grip of a Bi'an. At this moment, most of the destructive energy around him that should not have dissipated had already scattered quite a bit; only those two ferocious, terrifying front claws were still bursting forth.

Seemingly sensing "Ancestor"'s gaze, Baichuan also timely raised his head to look, revealing a mocking smile. For the first time, he saw astonishment in the other's gaze!

Of course, the situation before them was unexpected not only for "Ancestor," but even for him.

A few minutes earlier, after launching his offensive against "Ancestor," Baichuan had attempted to use the endless dazzling energy light to take away his continent-sized body and Lingxin's subordinates. But just as he had once again wrapped himself in the Ancient Bell's power, he suddenly discovered that the violent reaction that had never stopped at the position protected by the Ancient Bell's power on his body had actually stopped!

Yes, it had stopped!

Before this, although this destructive energy was extremely powerful, Baichuan had also tried to stop it. But every time he tried to control it, every will he sent out vanished without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea. This violent reaction was simply uncontrollable.

But now, this violent reaction had actually stopped!

In a brief instant, countless thoughts flipped through his mind, and Baichuan understood: it must be that the Ancient Bell had isolated the substances of his body from this space, fundamentally cutting off the collision between two different substances. After all, the Ancient Bell, in the hands of those survivors of the Fugitive Fleet, had once achieved the terrifying feat of hiding an entire planet or world into another space!

After understanding this point, a plan arose in Baichuan's heart. Since the Ancient Bell's power could isolate his body at any time, achieving a certain degree of control over the originally unstoppable violent reaction, could he now achieve a certain degree of control over the destructive energy?

As long as he only left the substances of the two front claws used for attacking to continue their violent reaction and produce destructive energy, then covered this power with the Ancient Bell's power to prevent it from leaking out, continuously accumulating and compressing it, could he achieve the ability to freely control it and unleash a Burst to take down a True Immortal?

During this process, he could even rely on the Ancient Bell's power to isolate himself, and under the cover of the endless destructive energy's dazzling light, secretly hide himself and quietly take away his continent-sized body and those Lingxin subordinates!

Was this plan feasible?

The answer was yes. This spur-of-the-moment plan of Baichuan's had caught even "Ancestor" off guard based on ingrained assumptions!

In the entire plan, whether it was Baichuan lacking the powerful multi-functional role of the Ancient Bell's power, or the destructive energy eruption process lacking the observation Characteristic to block all incoming forces, or "Ancestor"'s understanding of that destructive power not being deep enough—the violent reaction cannot be stopped.

All of these made it seem unfeasible!

This required all three conditions to be met; the current situation was the result of some clever accident among these three!

The Ancient Bell was more powerful and useful than Baichuan had imagined!

Even "Ancestor" was caught off guard.

Recalling the previous danger, Baichuan, under "Ancestor"'s gaze, suddenly turned cold-faced and thought, 'I wonder if the dignified Ancestor of the Lingneng Clan can protect his subordinates in the hands of this insignificant person like me?!'

"No, don't! Spare me, I beg you, spare me, I'm willing to be a..."

Seemingly sensing Baichuan's thoughts, the barely breathing Guyue suddenly clung tightly to Baichuan's claw, begging incessantly. That miserable appearance—where was the once lofty and spirited demeanor of a True Immortal?

However, Baichuan acted as if he saw nothing. In an instant, his sharp claws once again pierced into the huge hole in the chest from which Guyue's heart had just been pulled out, and the terrifying, ready-to-erupt energy tide was about to explode!

"Dragon whelp, how dare you?!"

Seeing Baichuan's "true appearance" clearly for the first time after the destructive energy dissipated, "Ancestor" had no Time to wonder about the somewhat familiar auras on him, nor the unusually familiar appearance of a "dragon" son, before seeing the other's murderous stance!

The unusual power fluctuation in his claws even made Him show a moved expression.

Zishu showed an expression beyond composure for the first time!

Unfortunately, it was too late!

The blue-purple eerie light erupted violently. Under the accumulation and brewing of the Ancient Bell's power, it was like gunpowder that was already quite powerful finally getting the chance to be ignited in a sealed, narrow space.

Its power was far more than countless times stronger than before!

"Boom—!!!"

In an instant, a thick, dripping light erupted with a boom, dyeing the entire world in a bizarre blue-purple glow.

All things beneath that light were like snow meeting a blazing sun—everything dissolved. The entire planet, before that bizarre energy, collapsed with a roar and ceased to exist! Becoming a brilliant firework amid the vast starry sky!

Even Baichuan, sheltered beneath the Ancient Bell's power, nearly fainted. At the last moment, following instinct's guidance, he barely protected everything about himself and, beneath that terrifying shockwave, drifted with the current to an unknown destination.

……

In the deep, silent starry sky, violent flames suddenly rose, and along with a world-shaking great explosion, a silent, beautiful firework bloomed in the starry sky!

Countless terrifying presences seemed to sense something, crossing endless distances to cast their gazes over and peer in.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out, sounding even in this starry sky where even a planet's explosion was silent, transforming into rings of terrifying waves that cut off all peering.

The masters of those gazes were not annoyed either; they withdrew their gazes, revealing faint, amused smiles.

"That Laoshu actually had a time of being bested…"

"How truly interesting…"

"What kind of being could make that one from the Lingneng Clan suffer a hidden loss—I really want to make their acquaintance…"

……

Setting aside those beings who withdrew their gazes, after the cold snort, a figure suddenly walked out from within the violent flames.

That was the true body of Zishu, who had begun crossing endless distances to rush over ever since the Consciousness Projection had discovered the target.

Unfortunately, He still arrived too late in the end.

When He arrived, He only saw His Consciousness Projection on the verge of collapse, along with the Lingneng Clan subordinates it had barely managed to protect!

What was left for Him was nothing but utter devastation!

And that dragon whelp He most wanted to keep had vanished without a trace…

Zishu stood motionless amid the flames, as if the still-ravaging planetary wreckage held no power at all. He extended two fingers as if pinching some kind of aura, then, using that wisp of aura, unfolded a scene.

Within the scene was clearly a curled-up, planet-sized, majestic Bi'an drifting away amid waves of endless destructive force, along with a mysterious Ancient Bell that, amid the force unleashed by the planet's destruction, continuously shed a hazy, gray protective power.

That Ancient Bell bore not a single ornate pattern, only some strange markings resembling worm-crawls and bird-peckings, faintly twisting into several odd characters.

The face hidden beneath the misty radiance furrowed its brow, pondering something unknown.

After a long while, a soft sigh rose faintly, carrying speculation and a hint of barely perceptible delight:

"'Dragon's' son Bi'an, the Calling Dragon Bell, and that…"

"It seems everything I sought has gathered into this dragon whelp's claws… Is this the heir you have chosen…"

"Dragon!"

"Unfortunately, he crossed paths with me first!"

……

(End of this chapter)