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Chapter 354: The Man of Destiny (4)

Just like every time before, no matter how hard they tried, the final result was only one.

That is - useless!

After a long time, someone sat down on the ground tiredly, sighed, and spoke with dissatisfaction.

"This damn place! Those damn people, if it weren't for them, why would I stay stuck in this place?!"

Most of the others also sat down panting, looking up with despair on their faces.

To be honest, it's hard to be trapped in this place and watch time pass by.

Watching your life slip away is a very painful thing.

Especially, who among them is not a genius in their own world?

But such a genius is still a low-level person who is calculated against here.

Think about it, how could they possibly accept it?

They didn't accept this kind of life, but had to accept it.

But Mo Ci's departure was like a blow to them, making them realize that this was not unsolvable.

However, they could not find a solution, so they could only wait.

"Old Jiang, will your descendant come back?"

Someone asked, Jiang Yonghuai was sitting on the ground at this time, with a bit of sadness on his face, and he shook his head.

"I don't know, maybe."

Speaking of which, even though he and Mo Ci are related by blood, there is still an unknown number of generations between them.

There was very little communication between them, and Jiang Yonghuai could not guarantee anything.

But there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that Mo Ci would come back.

Moreover, when he comes back, it will be time for them to leave here.

However, he did not say this matter out loud, fearing that his joy would be in vain.

Everyone's joys and sorrows are different. Mo Ci is currently practicing hard.

Countless spiritual energy swarmed in, making it impossible for him to think about other things.

At the same time, his momentum was rising steadily, and the immortal energy in his body gradually changed from white at the beginning to light gold.

The small bell surrounding it hummed with joy.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the fairy mountain, which was originally barren, spread outward with the big bell as the center.

Countless plants came from nowhere, quickly taking root, sprouting, and growing taller.

The fairy air also became more intense with the breathing of these plants.

The changes in the fairy mountain attracted that group of people again.

This time, the three of them stood in front of the big bell again, looking at the magical grass and trees that suddenly grew on the magical mountain with surprise and doubt.

"This is... the method by which all things are born. How is this possible? How could such a magical technique exist in the world? Who is it?!"

One of them spoke in a panic, his eyes revealing an unconcealable sense of guilt, and the other two also looked particularly ugly.

"All things come to life. The only one who knew this magical technique was the Great Emperor Chunsheng. This ringing bell is the treasure of the Great Emperor Chunsheng. Perhaps..."

"Calm down. Those people died in the battle between immortals and demons a long time ago. I think it has something to do with this ringing bell."

The person who was panicking just now finally calmed down after hearing this.

He just looked at Ming Yin Zhong with an unfriendly look, and after a while his brows furrowed.

"This thing must be destroyed!"

"Nonsense! If there were no chiming bell, how would you and I know if someone ascended?"

"I don't care. At worst, I'll have someone guard it. This chiming bell can't be left here!"

"Qing Yuan! Calm down. There's no need to rush this matter."

Qing Yuan couldn't listen any longer, "Ji Rong, Ping Chang Pu, this matter is not negotiable."

"If there's a trace of Emperor Chunsheng's consciousness left in this ringing bell, when he recovers, will you and I still have a chance of survival?!"

The other two wanted to persuade him further, but after hearing this, they fell silent.

His eyes wandered between the ringing bell and the vegetation on the fairy mountain, and his heart was extremely conflicted.

Before this, they had actually destroyed quite a few things, all of which were things they knew and had consciousness.

As for the chiming bell, they did not discover it, and since it was badly damaged and had other uses, they did not destroy it.

But right now, it seems that this ringing bell really does...

After a long time, the two looked at Qing Yuan and finally nodded in agreement.

So the three of them worked together, carrying the big clock and walked in one direction.

Just as he was carrying it up, Qing Yuan said something.

"This chiming bell seems much heavier."

This one sentence made the three of them more determined, and they took the ringing bell and threw it into the Wuwang Sea.

As the chime bell sank into the water, they breathed a sigh of relief.

This Wuwang Sea runs through the fairy world and the demon world, but no one would risk their life to walk through here, whether they are fairies or demons.

The Wuwang Sea can be said to be a deadly place. No matter how powerful you are, once you come here, you will be eroded by the sea water and eventually die here.

As for things like these magical instruments, they will become completely waste.

However, what Qing Yuan and the other two did not see was that when the chime bell sank to the bottom of the sea, it was wrapped in a transparent film and did not suffer any damage.

At the same time, Mo Ci felt that the fairy energy around him seemed to have changed. These fairy energies came towards him with a corrosive aura, and Mo Ci subconsciously controlled it.

At first, these corrosive immortal auras entered his body, seemingly trying to corrode his flesh.

But for some reason, a thin membrane grew on his tendons, veins, blood and flesh, isolating the immortal energy.

He condensed them in his dantian, more and more, and Mo Ci could feel that his strength was still steadily increasing.

This... ...the vitality in the small world before ascension contained a violent factor, and he could eliminate it automatically.

Now, he can absorb this corrosive immortal energy without any harm?

Is this due to his physique?

Or is it due to the skills he possesses?

Unable to figure it out, Mo Ci simply stopped thinking about it. Since this spiritual energy can be used, then let's use it.

No matter whether it is good or bad, as long as it can be used, it's fine.

Thus, with Mo Ci's efforts, the corrosive immortal energy finally maintained a balance with the golden immortal energy, and Mo Ci also woke up from his cultivation.

Sure enough, he was still in that empty space, unable to figure out the situation outside, and there was nothingness inside again.

Mo Ci was thinking about leaving, but he didn't expect the small bell to suddenly come towards his eyebrows.

Mo Ci seemed to be frozen in place, allowing the small bell to enter his body.

A small bell mark also appeared above the eyebrows, emitting a faint golden light.

This is... ...

Mo Ci was silent for a moment, then he felt something strange in his body. This thing was actually bound to his spiritual consciousness.

It is still the kind of binding that Mo Ci holds a dominant position in. If Mo Ci doesn't want it anymore, he can abandon it at any time.

At the same time, Mo Ci's body was also affected and became harder.

The next second, Mo Ci opened his eyes and found that he and the entire clock were at the bottom of the sea.

When he came out of the clock, a thin film naturally appeared on his body, isolating him from everything outside.

"This is where?"

Mo Ci muttered softly, but his eyes were fixed on the seabed.

The scene that should have been pitch black was, for some reason, brightly lit at this moment.

There are countless treasures scattered on the seabed. Mo Ci can see clearly that these are definitely good things.

He picked up one nearby, and as soon as he touched it, a thin film appeared on it.

Things that originally looked gray also revealed their original brilliance.

Most importantly, a voice came out of it.

"My friend, you seem very different."

Mo Ci: ...

It feels like a charlatan.