stjorthotic Chapter 593 The Eastern Emperor Bell Ultimately Belongs to Chen Changsheng
Chapter 593 The Eastern Emperor Bell Ultimately Belongs to Chen Changsheng
As Chen Changsheng listened to Nuwa's words, he felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.
What does it mean that he is Di Jun's only bloodline?
What is meant by the last descendant of the demon race's emperor?
Just because of this, I can't kill him?
When he tried to kill me, why didn't you come out and say that I was an elite of the human race, a high-ranking official of the Heavenly Court, and the future hope of the Jie Sect?
This favoritism is so obvious!
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that he was grumbling, but he dared not say it out loud.
The saint's oppressive aura was as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, causing his primordial spirit to tremble. The sharpness of the God-Slaying Spear was firmly locked, making it impossible for it to pierce down.
He gritted his teeth, frantically circulating his magical power, with the Great Dao Lightning Patterns surging beneath his skin in an attempt to resist the oppressive force.
"Your Majesty, everything must be done with reason."
Chen Changsheng spoke with difficulty, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from between rocks: "He was the one who first tried to kill me, unleashing the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to put me to death. If I hadn't fought back, I would be the one lying here right now."
"I was merely acting in self-defense. Now that he's lost, I'm eliminating him completely to prevent future trouble. What's wrong with that?"
He knew it was ridiculous to reason with a saint, but he had to make his position clear.
If we let this go today, anyone will dare to step on him in the future, since he has a saint to back him up.
Just then, Lu Ya, who had been protected by Nuwa's holy power and slowly awoke from unconsciousness, saw Nuwa's figure, and his eyes instantly burst with joy and hope.
He struggled, using his only remaining hand to prop himself up, his voice weak yet filled with resentment.
"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa!"
"Your Majesty, you must avenge my demon race!"
Lu Ya, tears streaming down his face, pointed at Chen Changsheng and accused him, "This bastard not only stole the Eastern Emperor Bell, the heirloom of my second uncle, Donghuang Taiyi, but also severely injured me and stole my innate treasure, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife! He even tried to exterminate me and sever the royal lineage of my demon race!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he were the victim himself.
"Your Majesty, the Eastern Emperor Bell belongs to my second uncle and should rightfully be inherited by me, his only descendant! I beg Your Majesty to take action, suppress this fiend, and reclaim this treasure for me! Lu Ya will be eternally grateful!"
He firmly believed that Nuwa, as a saint of the demon race, would surely stand on his side.
If a sage intervenes, let alone one Chen Changsheng, even ten of them would be reduced to ashes. The Eastern Emperor Bell and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife will all return!
Guang Chengzi, Maitreya Buddha, and others in the distance also pricked up their ears upon hearing Lu Ya's words.
They also wanted to see how the sage Nuwa would handle the situation.
If Nuwa really helps Lu Ya seize the Eastern Emperor Bell, then things will get interesting. With a sage intervening, will Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Jie Sect be able to sit idly by?
However, Nuwa's next reaction surprised everyone, including Chen Changsheng himself.
"Shut up!"
Nuwa's blurry figure merely uttered a faint rebuke.
The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain the power of the heavens, causing Lu Ya's mind to tremble violently, and the words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.
Nuwa turned her gaze to Lu Ya, her voice still calm, yet carrying a hint of coldness: "Me, take action? Do you know that at this moment, the Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, and everyone else in Zixiao Palace are watching this place?"
"The Eastern Emperor Bell is a primordial treasure, a powerful artifact for suppressing destiny. If I were to actually try to seize it for you, do you think they would stand idly by?"
"At that time, it will be a war between saints! The best outcome for this supreme treasure will be that it will be shattered into pieces, and no one will be able to obtain it. And you will become the sinner who started this holy war!"
"Can you bear the consequences?"
His words were like buckets of cold water, pouring cold water over Lu Ya from head to toe, leaving him feeling icy cold all over.
He then realized that he had oversimplified the matter.
The game between sages is beyond the comprehension of a mere quasi-sage like him.
Nuwa ignored him and turned her gaze back to Chen Changsheng.
She slowly said, "The Eastern Emperor Bell was shattered in ancient times and lost in the chaos, so it has been ownerless ever since. Now, Chen Changsheng has found a fragment through his own fortuitous encounters and has overwhelmed all others with his strength, making this treasure shine again. Therefore, this item is his."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nuwa gently waved her hand.
hum!
The Eastern Emperor Bell, which had just completed its fusion and was suspended in mid-air, emitted a clear and melodious chime, and transformed into a stream of light, landing steadily in front of Chen Changsheng.
The oppressive aura of a saint that had been pressing down on Chen Changsheng also quietly dissipated at this moment.
This scene left everyone present stunned.
Guang Chengzi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He had considered countless possibilities, but never this one! The Sage Nuwa had actually handed the Eastern Emperor Bell to Chen Changsheng?
The look of suffering on Maitreya Buddha's face deepened, and his fingers, which were making calculations, trembled slightly. The secrets of heaven were in complete chaos, and he could not understand them at all.
The most bewildered person was Chen Changsheng himself.
He stared blankly at the small bell floating in front of him, exuding an ancient and majestic aura, his mind a little confused.
This... is given to me?
Just a moment ago, they seemed determined to protect Lu Ya and oppose me, but how come they've suddenly given me their greatest treasure?
The thoughts of this sage are so hard to fathom!
However, there's no reason not to accept a treasure that's been handed to you.
Chen Changsheng reacted extremely quickly, immediately reaching out to grasp the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand. The warm, heavy feel, which contained supreme power, filled him with ecstatic joy.
He bowed respectfully to the figure of Nuwa.
"Thank you for your wise judgment, Your Majesty!"
Regardless of Nuwa's motives, he accepted this favor today.
With the Eastern Emperor Bell put away, Chen Changsheng felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.
He turned around, his cold gaze falling on Lu Ya once again.
When Lu Ya met his gaze, he trembled in fright and instinctively tried to hide behind Nuwa.
"The goddess Nuwa said that you cannot be killed today."
Chen Changsheng's voice was calm, but his words made Lu Ya feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"But, the people I, Chen Changsheng, want to kill have never lived forever."
"You're lucky today, with a sage protecting you, but I've remembered your fate."
"If I ever have the chance, I will surely kill you!"
After saying that, he stopped looking at Lu Ya's pale face and ignored Guang Chengzi and the others.
With a thought, he released the Weak Water Cage from the Great Saints of the Demon Race, then turned around, took a step, and his figure disappeared into this chaotic space, swift and decisive.
With Chen Changsheng's departure, this thrilling battle for the treasure finally came to an end.
The immortals from the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, their faces ashen, helped the heavily injured Guang Chengzi and Maitreya Buddha away from the place in a sorry state.
After escaping, the demon saints disregarded their injuries and rushed to Lu Ya's side, protecting him in the middle. Their expressions were a mixture of lingering fear and grief.
The entire space was now empty except for them and the figure of that peerless saint.
Nuwa looked at Lu Ya's miserable appearance, then glanced in the direction where Chen Changsheng had disappeared, and let out a faint sigh that no one could understand.
She slowly raised her hand, and a seven-colored ray of light descended from the sky, completely enveloping her, Lu Ya, and several demon saints.
The light faded, and the spot was now empty.
All that remains is this chaotic space, riddled with holes, silently recounting the ferocity of the battle that just took place and the rise of a new legend.
Chaos knows no years, beyond the spatial passage.
With a few flashes of light, the remnants of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect appeared here in a sorry state.
Guang Chengzi's face was ashen, and he was being supported by others. He glanced back at the now calm entrance to chaos, his eyes filled with a venomous resentment that was almost tangible.
We lost!
Another defeat!
Moreover, the defeat was even more devastating and thorough than the last one in the Three Religions Competition!
His magical artifact was destroyed, his physical body was severely injured, and he lost all face!
What he found most unacceptable was that the Eastern Emperor Bell actually ended up in Chen Changsheng's hands, and was even given to him by the Sage Nuwa herself!
On what grounds?
What merits or abilities does Chen Changsheng possess?
Guang Chengzi was roaring madly in his heart. A mouthful of blood surged to his throat, but he forced it back down.
"Senior brother, what... what do we do now?"
Chi Jingzi, who was standing to the side, asked cautiously. His Yin-Yang Mirror had also been cracked, and he was heartbroken.
"go back!"
Guang Chengzi squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, "Return to Yuxu Palace and report everything that happened here to Master!"
He refused to believe that his master, Yuanshi Tianzun, could tolerate such arrogance from a disciple of the Jie Sect! He couldn't believe that Chen Changsheng could wield such a deadly weapon as the Donghuang Bell!
On the other side, Maitreya Buddha sat cross-legged on a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, his expression also unpleasant.
The Medicine Master, Ksitigarbha, and others behind him all appeared listless, their magical artifacts dimmed.
"Amitabha."
Maitreya Buddha chanted a Buddhist prayer, his voice tinged with weariness, "This boy Chen Changsheng has already become a force to be reckoned with; he is beyond our ability to defeat."
"With the bodies of three Ancestral Witches, their combat power is comparable to that of a top Quasi-Saint. They also possess supreme weapons of slaughter such as the God-Slaying Spear and the Eastern Emperor Bell. Below the Saint level, I'm afraid no one can subdue them."
He was calculating in his mind that when he returned this time, he must raise Chen Changsheng's threat level to the highest level.
With this variable in the Investiture of the Gods, it will be difficult for their Western Sect to flourish.
Neither side had any further interest in exchanging ideas. Each carried a heavy heart, and they transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into the horizon.
……
Thirty-three heavens away, Nuwa Palace.
Seven-colored rays of light flowed and swirled, and the sacred path exuded majesty.
When Lu Ya opened his eyes again, he found himself in a magnificent, ancient palace full of vitality.
His injuries, nourished by the sage's Daoist aura, have mostly healed, and his severed arm is slowly regenerating.
But the wound in his heart was deeper than ever before.
The Eastern Emperor Bell is gone.
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is gone too.
This demon prince was beaten like a dead dog, and in the end, he only managed to save his life thanks to the intervention of the demon saint, whom he least wanted to ask for help.
The immense shame and resentment gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.
Why?
Lu Ya raised his head, looking at Nuwa's figure seated high on the cloud bed, enveloped in endless rosy light, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, why did you entrust Second Uncle's heirloom to an outsider? You are a saint of my demon race!"
He was still unwilling to accept it and couldn't understand it.
Nuwa was not angry; she simply looked at him calmly, as if she were looking at an ignorant child.
"If I don't give it to him, am I supposed to take it from him myself?"
Nuwa countered, "Chen Changsheng is a Protector Heavenly Lord of the Jie Sect, with Tongtian standing behind him. If I were to harm him, would Tongtian stand idly by?"
"He's also a Heavenly Enforcer, and Haotian's nephew-in-law. If I were to harm him, would Haotian remain indifferent?"
"Not to mention, his three Ancestral Witch bodies have a very close relationship with the Earthly Daoist Lady Pingxin. If I were to harm him, would Pingxin let it go so easily?"
"Lu Ya, you only saw the Eastern Emperor Bell, but you didn't see how much cause and effect, how many forces were involved behind it."
Nuwa's every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Lu Ya's heart hard.
He then realized with a start what a terrifying web of relationships Chen Changsheng, whom he hated to the core, had unknowingly woven.
A single hair can affect the whole situation!
"I have done my best to spare your life. As for the Eastern Emperor Bell, since it has chosen Chen Changsheng, that is fate. It cannot be forced." Nuwa's voice carried a hint of warning.
Lu Ya fell silent. Although he was arrogant, he was not a fool.
He knew that what Nuwa said was true.
But when he thought of Chen Changsheng's hateful face, and when he thought of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife that had been taken from him, he couldn't suppress the fire of hatred in his heart.
"But... I'm not reconciled!" Lu Ya gritted his teeth, his golden eyes bloodshot. "The hatred for killing my father and stealing my treasure is irreconcilable!"
"With your current strength, what will you use to take revenge?"
Nuwa said calmly, "Even your Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife has been taken away. You've lost your greatest reliance. Going to find him again will only bring you humiliation."
These words thoroughly wounded Lu Ya's pride.
He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Nuwa.
"Please teach me, Your Majesty!"
Nuwa looked at him and remained silent for a long time, as if making a decision.
Finally, she sighed.
"Fine, you are, after all, my brother's only bloodline. I can't just watch the demon royal lineage fade into oblivion."
"Your father, Di Jun, had another treasure that he kept close to him, besides the Hetu and Luoshu, which has been stored with me ever since."
As she spoke, Nuwa slowly stretched out her hand.
Light gathered in her palm, and a golden, radiant wheel, as if formed from a small sun, slowly emerged.
As soon as the treasure wheel appeared, the temperature of the entire Nuwa Palace instantly rose, and endless solar fire surged within it, radiating power no less than that of Guang Chengzi's imitation of the Heaven-Turning Seal!
"This item is called the 'Sun Essence Wheel.' It is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that your father, Emperor Jun, refined over millions of years by taking the true gold from the core of the Great Sun and fusing it with his own primordial essence blood."
"This treasure shares the same origin as your bloodline and possesses boundless power. Today, I bestow it upon you."
"I hope you will cultivate diligently and not tarnish your father's reputation."
Nuwa flicked her finger, and the Sun Essence Wheel transformed into a golden light, flying to Lu Ya's front.
Lu Ya stared blankly at the Sun Essence Wheel before him, feeling the familiar and comforting aura of the true fire of the sun, as if he were seeing the figure of his father.
His eyes instantly reddened.
He reached out his trembling hand and caught the Sun Wheel.
"Thank you so much for the treasure, Your Majesty!"
Lu Ya kowtowed again, his voice choked with emotion.
He raised his head and looked at the Sun Wheel in his hand; his previously extinguished gaze was rekindled.
The flames were more frenzied and more intense than ever before!
Chen Changsheng!
You wait!
I will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold in the future!