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Chapter 285 Nine Sounds, the Holy Son Stands!

The first sound was as muffled as ancient thunder, as heavy as the earth turning over, causing the square to tremble slightly!

"This...this is a warning bell?!"

Some of the young disciples who had just started their training were horrified.

But many of the older disciples and elders were trembling violently, their eyes gleaming with disbelief!

They knew all too well what the tolling of the bell meant!

"clang--!!!"

The second sound was clear and melodious, like a divine sword being drawn from its sheath, piercing through clouds and splitting rocks, resounding throughout the heavens!

Wherever the bell tolled, the sea of ​​clouds surged, birds broke their wings, and an invisible Taoist aura spread out.

"That's the...second time!"

"When Senior Sister Jiang was going through the trial just now, the warning bell rang eight times, which is unprecedented in history..."

"Could it be that Senior Brother Li..."

The discussion had not yet subsided—

"Clang!! Clang!! Clang!!!"

Third tone, fourth tone, fifth tone...

Each cry was louder and more desolate than the last!

When the seventh bell rang, no one in the room spoke.

All the disciples stared intently at the direction of the main peak, their breathing rapid and their hearts pounding like drums.

Jiang Churan stood quietly in the crowd, her white robes fluttering slightly as the bells rang.

Her cool eyes gazed at the main peak, her fingers subtly tightening within her sleeve.

Eight shots...

This is the record she set.

And at this moment——

"clang--!!!"

The eighth bell tolled, and a thunderous explosion erupted!

The sound waves swept across the square like tangible ripples, and some disciples with weaker cultivation levels were even shaken and staggered backward!

"It's a tie...it's tied Senior Sister Jiang's record!"

"Eight shots! Eight shots indeed!"

"The Xuantian Sect has been established for ten thousand years, and the warning bell has only rung eight times at most. This record was set by the ancestor Ye Tianyun six thousand years ago."

"I can't believe it rang twice today! That's astonishing!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers! Shocked! Horrified!

In mid-air, Murong Yan and Nangong Cheng exchanged a glance, both seeing unprecedented excitement in each other's eyes.

Even... a hint of tension.

"That's the eighth tone..."

Murong Yan's voice trembled slightly as he eagerly asked, "Can you do it...?"

Nangong Cheng's aged eyes were fixed on the direction of the main peak, his withered hands clenched into fists, veins bulging.

He is waiting.

Waiting for that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...

"clang--!!!"

The ninth bell tolled, and a thunderous explosion erupted!

This sound was quite special, containing a certain Daoist sound.

The ancient and desolate sound of the bell echoed through the heavens and earth, its lingering resonance seemingly emanating from the primordial wilderness, witnessing the dawn of a new era.

Nine consecutive shots rang out, their sound reverberating across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The waves of the bell transformed into visible ripples, sweeping across seventy-two peaks and echoing through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Wherever the ripples passed, the clouds and rosy hues paused, birds broke their wings, and all beasts bowed their heads!

All living beings within the entire territory of the Xuantian Sect.

Regardless of their cultivation level or location, everyone's mind was shaken at this moment, and they involuntarily looked towards the main peak!

"Nine...nine shots..."

A highly experienced elder who had been passing on his skills was trembling violently, tears streaming down his face.

He slammed his head against the ground in the direction of the main peak with a thud, shouting hoarsely:

"The ancestral master's dying words... 'The warning bell tolls nine times, the holy son has been born!'"

"With the Holy Son established, the Xuan Tian Dynasty rises!"

Other elderly elders were also extremely excited, their words becoming somewhat incoherent:

"Our patriarch did indeed leave behind such a precept..."

"I never thought that I would live to see this day... I have no regrets even if I die."

The disciples were in an uproar.

"what?!"

"Son?!"

"My Xuantian Sect...is going to establish a Holy Son?!"

"Our Xuantian Sect has existed for ten thousand years, yet we have never established a Holy Son! Even the exceptionally talented Ancestor Tianyun could not trigger the nine-ring bell..."

"The ancestral master's teachings... I've heard my master mention them before, but I thought they were just empty talk. I never expected that someone could actually trigger the Nine Sounds!"

"Among the seven first-class sects of the Eastern Wilderness, only our Xuantian Sect is an exception. Since its founding, we have never established a Holy Son... If we were to establish a Holy Son now, it would surely shake the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

Countless disciples were so excited that their faces turned red, unable to believe it.

They may not understand the full meaning of the words "Son of God".

But everyone knew that this was an unprecedented event.

It is a legend worthy of being recorded in the annals of the sect, and even in the annals of the Eastern Wilderness!

"Son?!"

Among the crowd, Wu Shaotian's face had turned from ashen to deathly pale.

It then turned from pale white to a gloomy, ashen gray.

"Damn it! Damn it!..."

He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, and his eyes were filled with extreme jealousy and resentment.

And... an unconcealable fear.

Once Li Wudao is established as the Holy Son, he will receive the highest level of protection from the sect and enjoy undisputed resource allocation.

His status will be equal to that of a sect leader, surpassing all disciples!

At that time, Wu Shaotian's plans will face great obstacles, and the outcome will be full of variables.

This is something he absolutely will not allow!

And just as the entire venue erupted in cheers—

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Several terrifying auras suddenly erupted from the depths of the Xuantian Sect, rushing towards the plaza like rainbows piercing the sun!

"That's... the direction of the forbidden area in the back mountain!"

"It's those Supreme Elders!"

Amid exclamations of surprise, seven ancient yet powerful figures reappeared above the plaza!

These supreme elders, each with white hair and beard, exuded a chilling aura; they were all ancient monsters who had lived for countless years.

The first one on the left, dressed in a purple robe, with a dignified face, is the former head of Ziyun Peak for five generations, known as the Purple Sun Immortal.

The second one, carrying an ancient sword with sword intent soaring to the sky, is Jian Chenzi, the Supreme Elder of Jade Sword Peak.

The third one, surrounded by raging flames, has a fiery temper and is the Supreme Elder of Blazing Sun Peak, the Burning Heaven Ancestor.

.......

These senior elders had just left, and the coffin lids of those in seclusion hadn't even warmed up yet.

Upon hearing of the unusual change in the warning bell, he immediately "rose from his coffin" and rushed over once more.

"Old man, did I hear that right? Was it really a warning bell ringing nine times?"

“Old Ghost Ziyang, you heard right, it really is nine sounds. The prophecy of our ancestor has finally come true after more than eight thousand years.”

"Nine sounds resound, a Holy Son will emerge... My Xuantian Sect is finally about to produce a Holy Son!"

"On my way here, I caught a glimpse of a thousand miles of crimson clouds and a blazing sun in the sky... Could this extraordinary phenomenon be the legendary Pure Yang Holy Body?"

"All you do is dream good things. The Pure Yang Holy Body isn't a cabbage; it doesn't appear so easily, especially not in our sect."

"What if that's the case? If it really happens, wouldn't my Xuantian Sect prosper greatly?"

"......"

A moment later, the elders who had received an affirmative answer stared wide-eyed, their voices trembling with astonishment.

"What?! It really is the Pure Yang Sacred Body?!"

"Who is it...? Where is that peerless genius...? Let this old ancestor see him quickly!"

Several ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years were now impatient and looking eagerly at their sect leader, Murong Yan.

Murong Yan, somewhat helpless, pointed to the Illusionary Demon Tower, "It's inside..."

Upon hearing this, the elders remained silent for a moment, then turned around and looked at each other, their faces showing signs of impending doom.

"Everyone, the lineage of my Blazing Sun Peak is incomparably fierce and domineering, which is most compatible with the Pure Yang Holy Body. This child should rightfully become my disciple."

"Bullshit! Even a fool knows what you're up to..."

"Hmph, the way of the sword is the essence of killing. This boy should enter my Jade Sword Peak and cultivate the supreme way of the sword!"

"..."

To the astonishment of the disciples, several highly respected elders began arguing once again.

Moreover, it was even more intense than the time Jiang Churan experienced.

Their noisy demeanor was no different from someone who was truly enraged; it was intimidating to watch.

"Shut up, everyone!"

The hot-tempered Burning Heaven Ancestor interrupted them, cursing as he spoke:

"Those with the guts, stand before all the disciples and fight it out in front of the Illusion Demon Tower. Whoever wins gets the disciple... Do you dare?!"

"Fine, I'll take it!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"