# Chapter 798: The Primordial Bell Rings for Three Months
The Northern Domain was completely silent. The ten thousand ancient clans were all terrified, lying low and not daring to make any move.
However, the rest of the world was boiling over. The ringing of the Primordial Bell was like the first ray of divine light from the beginning of time, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the path forward for the human race.
The Great Emperor Wu Shi had been reborn and would suppress all the ancient clans—this was what everyone was saying. Discussions were everywhere, breaking the silence of many days.
Perhaps because they had been suppressed (yā yì) for too long, many people wishfully believed that an ancient great emperor was truly about to appear, shattering the existing pattern (gé jú).
Yet the bell sound did not last long. It stopped abruptly. Many people waited nervously, and quite a few were even fearful, afraid that it would sink into eternal silence again.
"Why is this happening?"
"Is Wu Shi really still alive?"
The human race was worried, while the ten thousand ancient clans remained cold and indifferent. Everyone was paying attention, all silently waiting.
At this moment, the people of Divine Spirit Valley let out a long breath. Their tense nerves relaxed a little, and cold killing intent appeared on their faces.
Two days passed, but there was no further movement from Purple Mountain. It was as if the bell waves had never appeared.
Some ancient clan strongmen's cold smiles grew even wider. Divine Spirit Valley's taut heartstrings loosened. War vessels gathered in the clouds. Though they hadn't acted, they were ready at any moment.
Inside Purple Mountain, Ye Fan sat together with the Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master. The Devouring Demon Jar hung above them, rising and falling, with thousands of strands of black light cascading down, enveloping them.
Ye Fan was using an ancient great emperor's weapon to suppress and help the Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master shed all his red fur and expel the evil qi from his body.
However, two days passed without changing the Origin Heavenly Master's fate. The red corpse fur decreased, but his flesh emitted a rotting smell.
"Don't waste your strength. When I return to normal, that will be the end of my life," the Origin Heavenly Master sighed.
Who in this world can avoid death? This one question has stumped so many heavenly prodigies and outstanding talents. Even the ancient great emperors collapsed in the river of time, returning to dust.
The Origin Heavenly Master, striding proudly through heaven and earth, digging up all the secrets beneath the ground, could obtain shocking treasures to extend his life, but he could not achieve immortality (bù xiǔ).
The Origin Heavenly Master disappeared in his later years, and ten thousand years had passed since then. How could an ordinary person live so long? He was not a Great Accomplishment Saint Body, nor a human great emperor. If he hadn't become an evil being, he would have decayed long ago.
Now, Ye Fan wanted to forcibly drive out all the mysteries within his body, but it could only cause him to rot and become a corpse.
The Origin Heavenly Master was not disappointed. He had lived for such a long time, his lifespan already dried up. He did not cling to eternal life.
"The weapon of an ancient great emperor is truly domineering. It can suppress the mysteries within my body. Now I can finally maintain clarity for a while."
"Senior, why did you snatch the Medicine King from my hand not long ago? Did you need it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes, why did I do that? In a daze, why did I have that instinct?" the Origin Heavenly Master muttered to himself, then suddenly grabbed his waist-length blood-red hair.
He showed a pained expression, then murmured, pulling out tuft after tuft of terrifying red fur, pacing back and forth. Finally, a horrifying look appeared in his eyes.
"Ah..."
In the end, the Origin Heavenly Master let out a beast-like roar. His eyes turned blood-red, and he ran away like the wind.
He passed through one ancient cave after another, disappearing at the end of the path, howling like a wounded beast.
It was a long time before he reappeared, carrying a huge piece of Source in his arms. Inside it was a beautiful woman, like a lotus emerging from water, flawless and pure, ethereal and otherworldly.
"It's her!" Ye Fan was astonished. In previous years, when he entered Purple Mountain, besides encountering the Divine King Jiang Taixu, he had also seen a woman sealed in Source—this very person.
"Save her!" the Origin Heavenly Master's voice was hoarse.
Ye Fan suddenly understood. This was Yang Yi, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi from ten thousand years ago. He had heard Zhang Wuye mention her.
Yang Yi was the Origin Heavenly Master's beloved. When she learned of his misfortune in his later years, her heart was broken. Disregarding her own life and death, she resolutely entered Purple Mountain and never appeared in the world again.
"In those days, I let her down too much. Even after death, I implicated her in this desperate situation." The Origin Heavenly Master's voice trembled, his hands covered in red fur shaking.
This piece of Source was filled with a sacred aura, its radiance restrained. Ye Fan was stunned. He had misjudged it back then. This was clearly a special piece of Divine Source.
Ordinary Divine Source was golden-yellow in color. At that time, he hadn't yet learned the Source Heaven Scripture, so how could he have known there were other colors of Divine Source? He simply didn't understand.
However, this wasn't formed from Divine Source liquid. The Origin Heavenly Master had cracked it open and sealed Yang Yi inside, using the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals technique, mixed with other Divine Source powder, embedded into those cracks, sealing her for ten thousand years.
Yang Yi entered Purple Mountain to die for love of the Origin Heavenly Master. Half-demon and half-human, after becoming a red-furred monster, the Origin Heavenly Master had lost his mind but still retained an instinct to save Yang Yi. Ye Fan sighed deeply.
"Dong..."
The Primordial Bell rang again. This time, the sound was unceasing, never stopping, shaking the entire world.
One day, two days... ten days...
More than ten days passed, and the bell sound continued without pause, its melodious tone resonating. The five regions shook, and the human race boiled over.
This was the prestige of Wu Shi. No matter how many years passed, once the bell rang, it still shook people's hearts. Everyone was tense.
This time, the ten thousand ancient clans were truly afraid. Who could make the bell ring continuously for over ten days? It was beyond belief. Anyone nearby would be shaken (zhèn) into powder.
Divine Spirit Valley was completely subdued this time. Their restless thoughts instantly cooled, like cold water poured over their heads. They dared not act rashly and quietly lay low.
"Dong..."
Two months passed, and the Primordial Bell still rang, making the entire Northern Domain peaceful. Not a single ancient creature dared to show its head. All were subdued.
This was a tremendous upheaval. Now many people believed that the Great Emperor Wu Shi had manifested. Otherwise, how could the bell waves last so long?
Inside Purple Mountain, Ye Fan's face was pale. Over these two months, he didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood he had coughed up. Every two days, he would bite into a Medicine King.
He was inside the Devouring Demon Jar, blocking all the bell waves. But an Extreme Imperial Weapon was unmatched. Even the slightest tremor was fatal.
The jar's lid sealed it tightly. He was inside, but even so, he suffered greatly. If he hadn't been gripping two pieces of Green Copper, he would have already become a pool of blood and mud.
Two imperial weapons were in confrontation. Every day, he would urge the demon jar, shooting out a strand of black light to lightly strike the large bell hanging in the stone wall above.
Without the Extreme Demon Jar, without the Green Copper, even a sage would have long turned to slag. No one could block the bell waves. They were destructive.
The Primordial Bell could ring on its own—this was beyond imagination. It was as if someone were urging it, making Ye Fan deeply understand its terror. No wonder in ancient times, several imperial weapons attacking together had failed.
In the present age, perhaps only the Devouring Demon Jar was the same. After being fully unified, it could revive (fù sū) and ring on its own without control, able to contend (duì kàng) with the Primordial Bell.
"Dong..."
The bell waves continued without end, ringing for over two months. The saint shell that Ye Fan had entered was now covered in cracks. He had still been affected.
However, his gains over these two months were also enormous. The great bell roared, the demon jar vibrated, and dao patterns crisscrossed everywhere.
He sat inside the Devouring Demon Jar, holding the two pieces of old copper to protect himself while silently comprehending and cultivating. These two months were worth more than twenty years!
At this moment, he understood how difficult Severing the Dao at the Immortal Third Stage was. It wasn't just two months equaling twenty years, or even two hundred years.
Immortal Third Stage Severing the Dao—what exactly did he need to cut away?
Ye Fan was stuck here. He was almost confused. He found that there were too many fetters. His entire being should be cut away!
Since ancient times, this barrier (guān kǎ) had stopped countless brilliant and stunning individuals. Ancient texts recorded that several heaven-defying (nì tiān) prodigies who shook past, present, and future had fallen at this stage. Otherwise, there might have been a few more great emperors.
Moreover, there were legends that among the human great emperors, some had almost been defeated at the Immortal Third Stage threshold. This shows how difficult it was.
It was impossible to break through with talent alone. But the stronger a person was, the greater the resistance they might encounter. So-called talent could become a natural moat on the path ahead.
Listening to the Primordial Bell's sound, watching the Devouring Demon Jar vibrate, Ye Fan sat quietly, comprehending. Even as more cracks appeared on his body, he was fearless.
Inside the saint shell's brow, a golden deity sat cross-legged. That was his true self, embracing the cauldron and merging with the dao, listening to the rhythm of the bell waves and the demon jar, constantly comprehending his own dao.
Immortal Third Stage Severing the Dao required a lifetime of struggle, but effort was not rewarded. It was hard to achieve results. Heaven severed the human dao, destroying the foundation.
Since ancient times, no one could accomplish it in one go. No one had ever passed smoothly. Even the ancient great emperors were like this. They had to sever the dao with their lives.
Over two months, listening to the dao sounds, the golden little figure in the saint shell's Immortal Platform became increasingly brilliant. Embracing the cauldron and merging, it bloomed with nine immortal (bù xiǔ) divine rings.
He had stepped onto the ninth small step of the Immortal Platform Second Layer. Yes, if it weren't for the two imperial weapons in confrontation, if it weren't for being inside a sage's flesh shell, he would have already undergone tribulation (dù jié).
He believed that once he returned to his true body, with flesh and primordial spirit unified, he would immediately undergo tribulation (dù jié) and become the strongest expert at the pinnacle of the Second Layer.
As for the Immortal Third Stage... it was too difficult. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take this step. In the end, he sighed.
"Dong"
The final bell sound. Purple Mountain slowly returned to tranquility. The bell waves disappeared on this day.
Three months had passed. Ye Fan had finally persevered. The primordial spirit in his Immortal Platform became increasingly brilliant, much stronger. Embracing the cauldron, it was like an immortal (bù xiǔ) deity.
The flesh shell of a powerful ancient sage, hiding inside an Extreme Imperial Weapon, was covered in dense cracks. But it hadn't been destroyed and was preserved. However, the Medicine Kings were almost exhausted.
Ye Fan didn't treat this experience as a tribulation. Instead, he devoted his mind (yòng xīn) to comprehend. Three months facing the Primordial Bell waves and the Devouring Demon Jar's roar would benefit him for a lifetime.
At this moment, the entire world was subdued. There was no one who wasn't terrified. The ten thousand ancient clans no longer dared to act rashly. All were fearful.
Over these three months, no one knew how many human cultivators had knelt and worshipped toward Purple Mountain, almost like a pilgrimage, kowtowing with every step.
Meanwhile, the ten thousand ancient clans were silent as cicadas in winter, hiding in their nests, not daring to take a single step out.
The Primordial Bell had rung for three consecutive months. The world was subdued. All living beings trembled in fear. But they didn't know that an even greater storm was about to come.
"Far from enough. Just hearing the bell waves without manifesting the emperor's techniques—how can that subdue them?" Ye Fan muttered to himself, then transmitted his voice to the Devouring Demon Jar. "Ancestor, you and I should take the Death God for a walk."