"Not good!"
Even the Heavenly Emperor, who had maintained a solemn expression throughout, couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Heavenly Dao Imperial Seal at this moment.
He knew the terror of this Formation better than anyone else; years ago, he had personally witnessed the Twelve Ancestral Witches use this Formation to slaughter countless Chaos lifeforms.
In the Primeval Era, after the Immortal Ancestor departed, the Immortal Realm was coveted by various lifeforms. At that time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not purely on the side of evil and had actually performed great services.
Therefore, the Dao Ancestor had shown mercy and did not take excessively harsh actions against them.
"Jie jie jie... Good! What a Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Great Array!"
The Demon Ancestor was currently hiding in the shadows, his eyes revealing undisguised ecstasy.
"As expected of a forbidden Formation capable of wrestling with the Dao Ancestor!
No matter how world-shaking your divine abilities are, let's see how you withstand this killing Formation that gathers the Origin power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"
Perhaps... I won't even need to play the card of the 'Lord of Ten Thousand Voids'!
He seemed to already see the scene of Han Xuanji being in a pathetic state, or even wounded and retreating under this number one lethal Formation of the Primeval Era. When that happened, the situation in the Immortal Realm would surely be overturned once again!
Thinking of this, the Demon Ancestor couldn't help but laugh out loud.
At this moment, in the center of the Formation diagram, the bodies of the eleven Ancestral Witches trembled slightly. Clearly, activating this Formation immediately upon their emergence placed an immense burden on them, but their eyes were incredibly crazed and resolute.
The great Formation was complete. A destructive energy sufficient to make the myriad worlds tremble was frantically brewing at the core of the diagram. Dijiang seemed as if he would transform into the ancestor of the Immortal Realm who split heaven and earth, his target aimed directly at Han Xuanji, who still stood with his hands behind his back!
"Xuantian Dao Venerable! Die!"
Twelve roars, mixed with rage and determination, exploded like thunder that splits the heavens!
In the next instant, the Formation diagram covering the firmament rotated violently. Limitless divine light and Evil Qi converged upon Dijiang. Acting as the primary controller of the Formation, he erupted with power even more terrifying than in the Primeval Era. His figure became incredibly massive, and the phantom of a giant axe appeared.
The giant axe slashed downward, and a greyish light that seemed to contain the end of all things fell, shooting straight toward Han Xuanji!
Everywhere it passed, everything was directly reduced to nothingness, as if even existence itself was being thoroughly erased!
This strike had already transcended the scope of divine abilities, carrying the true intent of ultimate destruction!
"Master!"
Li Taiqing, Jiang Hao, and the others cried out involuntarily upon seeing this sight, some even not daring to continue watching.
This power far exceeded the imagination of these Cultivators who had only recently entered the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm.
Even the mere aftershocks were enough to slay swaths of Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal beings.
No one could imagine what kind of challenge Han Xuanji would face as he stood directly against this power!
"Dammit!"
Han Xuanji's several Disciples simultaneously felt a sense of powerlessness and self-resentment.
Why were they so weak?
The Heavenly Emperor's expression changed, and without hesitation, he moved to assist Han Xuanji. Even though the Heavenly Emperor Seal erupted with incredibly powerful sacred light, it seemed insignificant in the face of this majestic power.
The various immortals and gods felt somewhat despairing, even starting to complain about why the Dao Ancestor hadn't pulled up the roots back then, leaving such a disaster for them.
Yet, facing this ultimate strike that would make any Limitless Primordial expert treat it with utmost seriousness or even avoid its edge, Han Xuanji's face remained completely calm.
He even sighed softly, as if he felt a hint of... boredom toward this grand-scale attack?
"At your wit's end, possessing only the form but not the substance."
At the very moment that light of destruction was about to arrive, Han Xuanji moved.
He didn't dodge; he simply slowly raised his left hand, palm upward and fingers slightly spread, as if he were about to support something.
"Dang—!"
A bell chime rang out without any warning.
It seemed to come from the dawn of Chaos, containing an endless, ancient aura.
This sound was exactly as if it were being played from the very root of the Great Dao!
Wherever the bell chime reached, the boiling Sea of Netherworld instantly calmed, the rampaging Evil Qi vanished into thin air, and that world-destroying light of destruction stopped its advance abruptly as if hitting an invisible barrier, its light rapidly dimming!
Above Han Xuanji's open left palm, the phantom of an ancient, vast bell shifted from illusory to solid, quietly emerging.
Chaos Qi swirled around the body of the bell, its light illuminating the heavens and overawing the universe.
The bell's chime was melodious, with infinite mystery and boundless creation.
It was as if all Dao, all principles, all space-time, and all Karma were manifested within its single soft ring... The chaos bell, a Great Dao Sacred Artifact!
"What... kind of supreme treasure is this?"
Countless Powerful Experts were shaken to their cores, their gazes toward that ancient bell filled with shock.
"Could this be the chaos bell?"
The Demon Ancestor's ecstasy instantly froze on his face, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.
According to his knowledge, the chaos bell was once held by a forbidden existence within Chaos, but was later forcefully taken by the Dao Ancestor. After leaving Chaos, the Dao Ancestor did not leave the chaos bell in the Immortal Realm because such a treasure too easily invited calamity.
And those ancient existences within Chaos all knew that the Dao Ancestor had already left the chaos bell in the hands of a top-tier powerhouse in Chaos.
"Could it be that this youth has a connection with that person?"
The Demon Ancestor's thoughts spun rapidly.
Not only the Demon Ancestor, but some existences far away in Chaos also noticed this scene.
Taishang Dao Venerable and Yuanshi Dao Venerable looked at each other, confusion appearing in their eyes.
"Is that the chaos bell?"
"It looks a bit like it..."
Yuanshi Dao Venerable recalled the scene of seeing the Dao Ancestor use the chaos bell years ago, then said uncertainly:
"But it also feels somewhat different. In his hands, it seems to be applied even more skillfully... This item even looks a bit like his natal companion treasure."
The two didn't think too much more about it; they were mostly gratified, though also somewhat worried for Han Xuanji.
"If someone covets this treasure, we cannot sit by and watch."
"Indeed."
Taishang Dao Venerable nodded; they could not possibly stand by and watch their junior be threatened.
After speaking, the two simultaneously began to warn those ancient existences in Chaos...
Meanwhile.
The pupils of those Twelve Ancestral Witches shrank even further. They could clearly feel that the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Great Array, which they had exerted all their strength and even burned their blood essence to form, saw its condensed light of destruction collapse the moment this ancient bell appeared. Now, under the influence of the bell's chime, its operation was becoming sluggish.
Even the connection between themselves, the Formation, and the Origin of the Heavenly Dao became difficult to maintain under that majestic bell chime.
"Suppress."
Han Xuanji spoke a word of truth and pressed his left hand downward.
The phantom of the chaos bell floating above his palm vibrated slightly.
"Dang—!"
Another bell chime rang out, coordinating with Han Xuanji's Xuantian Dharma Domain.
This time, the sound waves transformed into substantial, terrifying ripples. With Han Xuanji as the center, they spread out in all directions toward the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Great Array covering the sky and toward the twelve horror-stricken Ancestral Witches in the Formation's eyes.
At the same moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all spat out blood. The Formation was broken, and they suffered a backlash. None could maintain their power, and they all fell uncontrollably toward the Sea of Netherworld below!
At this moment, the various immortals and gods were entranced by the sight.
Emperor Ziwei couldn't help but mutter:
"May I ask the Great Heavenly Venerable, exactly how strong is he?"