Chapter 1

Robes of red in the sky, long sleeves striking the bell.

The deep and resonant sound of the bell echoed above the mountains, between heaven and earth, and all living beings, both visible and invisible, trembled.

For humans, it was like cleansing the marrow and washing the essence; for objects, it was like sharpening and tempering.

"What a fine morning bell!"

On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang bathed in the purple qi, his body and mind filled with a spontaneous sense of joy.

Great Sun Purple Qi was a rare spiritual opportunity in the world that was of great use to cultivators of any realm.

But there were not many spiritual treasures that could attract Great Sun Purple Qi.

In fact, this morning bell could be regarded as the inheritance treasure of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion. Only the head teacher could strike it.

The ringing of the morning bell marked the beginning of the new head teacher's succession ceremony.

"It is said that the founding master of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion was fortunate enough to see the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower in a ruin, and used this morning bell to guide it. I wonder if it's true or false."

Zhao Zhen's attention, however, was focused on the figure in red before the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower.

Red robes fluttered, facing the wind and striking the bell.

The bell rang eighty-one times without stopping, signifying the true succession of the head teacher. If the bell stopped, all previous efforts would be in vain.

This was the rule passed down by the predecessors of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion.

Before the morning bell rang the full ninety-nine times, any disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect had the opportunity to challenge. Even if they were not a match, as long as they could interrupt the continuous ringing of the bell, they could end the ceremony.

Without the strength and means to subdue the sect, one could not ascend to the position of head teacher.

"Whether it's true or false has nothing to do with us. So many generations of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion have passed down without anyone truly gaining the recognition of the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower. Obviously, the spirituality of the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower has not faded."

Chu Yunyang's vision was naturally extremely high, and he knew a great deal. He stretched languidly:

"On the contrary, these holy land sects of Eastern Continent, could they have been scared out of their wits? For such a thing, not even a few truly powerful experts have come..."

As he spoke, he casually glanced at the viewing platforms not far away.

For such a major event, the various large and small sects, and even the holy lands of the Eastern Continent, naturally had people coming, but there was not a single one that caught his eye.

Although there were quite a few elders who had condensed their own *dongtian* (pocket dimensions).

But there was not a single 'heavenly pride' in the true sense of the word. A group of *dongtian* cultivated with years of resources naturally did not enter his eyes.

Except for Qu Yun, the Champion Marquis of the 'Zhen Dong Army' who was also watching him coldly.

This inheritor of the Overlord Fist, his talent, comprehension, strength, and spirit were all top-notch in the world, and he had the qualifications to compete with him.

Zhao Zhen also felt a little regretful.

However, he had just arrived and did not know what the current situation in the Eastern Continent was like.

The intelligence said that the various sects and holy lands of the Eastern Continent had almost closed their mountains after the signs of that mutation. He didn't quite believe it, but now he had to.

These cultivators of the Eastern Continent were too timid...

*Dang!*

The morning bell vibrated, the sound waves vast, and the purple qi lingered around the mountains, beautiful and magnificent.

In the void outside the Myriad Dharma Pavilion, Qi Cang sat cross-legged on a cloud, looking out at the purple intent of the mountains, his double pupils gleaming with a faint light.

In the next eight thousand years, the Myriad Dharma Pavilion would be at its peak, and the generation's hero Miao Meng would dominate the world with his 'Taiyin Myriad Phoenix Fist,' possessing peerless talent and intelligence.

But the person who was truly feared by countless people from the Myriad Dharma Pavilion was the one who was now unknown but would burst forth with unparalleled brilliance in the near future!

Myriad Dharma Four Tribulations Heart Saint Art, Great Sun Myriad Dragon Fist, Great Sun Holy Body, Myriad Dharma Divine Body...

Countless halos of glory were added to his body, and he was ranked among the top ten of the 'Tower of Heaven'!

According to legend, the peerless heavenly pride who should never be made an enemy of.

Yuan Duxiu!

"Is this the morning bell in the sect's legends? Listening to the continuous sound of the bell, it seems that the head teacher is changing?"

The black-robed old man stood by his side, listening to the bell ringing louder and louder, his eyes flickering.

The ancestor of Myriad Dharma Star came from the Eastern Continent of the Imperial Pole Continent. He was a peerless heavenly pride of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion. Because he was unwilling to be limited by heaven and earth, he escaped into the void to seek a breakthrough.

In the end, he died on Myriad Dharma Star, leaving behind the inheritance of Myriad Dharma Star.

Naturally, he also knew a lot about the Myriad Dharma Pavilion.

"That's right, it's a change of head teacher."

Qi Cang nodded slightly, his expression subtle.

The feeling of seeing something he had heard of but never seen before was extremely subtle. It seemed that his every move could change the original history.

For the emperors and venerables of the past three million years, even if there were rumors that they could glimpse the past and look into the future, no Heavenly Venerate or Holy Emperor had ever been heard of who could change the past.

Even the nine Holy Emperors, ten Heavenly Venerates, and twelve Supreme beings who were the most famous among the human race.

There had never been a similar legend passed down.

What kind of adventure, what kind of creation was this?

"Is Young Master here in such a hurry to compete for the position of head teacher?"

The black-robed old man's eyes lit up. They shared the same origin as the Myriad Dharma Pavilion and were naturally qualified to compete for the position of head teacher of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion.

"Although the position of head teacher of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion is precious, it is not worth me traveling for thirty years and undergoing so many difficulties and obstacles to come here..."

Qi Cang shook his head slightly.

Although the head teacher of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion was noble and had the qualification to contact the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower, it was not the reason why he came so eagerly.

What he wanted to obtain here was far more precious than the head teacher of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion.

"Young Master doesn't trust me?"

Qi Cang remained silent, but the old man sighed for a long time: "This old man pledged his life to the Qi family when he was young, and would never do anything to harm the Young Master's interests even if he died ten thousand times..."

The old man felt a little gloomy in his heart.

In the past thirty years, he had seen Qi Cang's great changes, but he had also seen that Qi Cang had a great secret in his heart.

He had invisibly severed his relationship with others.

"It's good that Elder Yan trusts me. As for the rest, I will tell you when the time is right."

Qi Cang responded solemnly.

In the world, the only person he could trust was this old man, but some things could not be spoken. The old man did not understand, but he naturally did.

It was not that he did not trust him, but that he could not say it.

Even with the soul secret treasure suppressing his luck, he had to be careful even in his heart.

"I naturally trust the Young Master."

The old man's expression relaxed.

"Elder Yan, restrain your aura. The real show is about to begin..."

Qi Cang took a deep breath, suppressed his boiling mood, and his double pupils changed and flowed thousands of times, bursting out a thrilling ray of light.

Covering the two figures.

.....

*Roar~~~*

A dragon's roar resounded through the heavens!

The sound of the dragon's roar came so quickly and so thrillingly that it seemed to suppress the boiling and激荡 morning bell sound in an instant!

In an instant, the earth shook, the wind howled, sand and stones flew, and the vegetation trembled.

"Who?!"

"Which expert dares to cause trouble here?"

"Today is the great day for the succession of the head teacher of my Myriad Dharma Pavilion. Who dares to be presumptuous?!"

The vast dragon's roar flowed down from the nine heavens, like the Milky Way pouring backwards. Its momentum was extremely vast, and it naturally alerted the many experts in the Myriad Dharma Pavilion who were on guard.

*Boom!*

At the same time as the angry rebuke resounded, a thrilling river of blood energy had already soared into the sky, combining thousands of miles of cloud currents to form a sky-covering hand.

Dispelling the almost substantial sound of the dragon's roar!

*Crack~*

In the midst of the void's frantic trembling like torn cloth, a red-golden divine dragon, its body shrouded in clouds and of unknown length, lay across the sky.

Looking down, a powerful will burst out from its red-golden eyes:

"I am Ao Wufang from Dragon Province. I have come here to pay homage to the ancestors of my dragon race!"

A dragon's roar filled with endless majesty resounded.

Purple qi surged in the mountains, and all birds and beasts trembled under this sudden and enormous pressure. The slightly weaker ones were frozen in place, unable to move.

"An expert of the dragon race?"

In the mountain gate of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion, the sound of the morning bell still reverberated, but the expressions of the experts of the various sects and holy lands on the viewing platform all changed.

In the thirty years of the world's mutation, although there were experts and forces from various provinces, there were not many true alien races.

Unexpectedly, after countless years, the dragon race had once again attacked the Eastern Continent!

*Boom!*

A thunderclap in the sky, the air waves rolling for thousands of miles.

The divine dragon danced wildly in the sky, and dark clouds filled the sky, with electric snakes and thunder rumbling. The ink-black color temporarily shrouded the mountains of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion for ten thousand miles.

An invisible and terrifying oppressive force permeated the heavens and the earth, causing the many disciples of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion to feel as if they were facing a great enemy.

The ancestor of the Myriad Dharma Pavilion was once a stunningly talented ancestor who slaughtered ten thousand dragons in a dragon race rebellion, and forged the king-level spiritual treasure, the Myriad Dragon Boat.

The hatred between the Myriad Dharma Pavilion and the dragon race was extremely naked!

"Ao is a large surname of the dragon race. It is said that it comes from the dragon king who spread his seed throughout the world at the beginning of the ancient times. The aura of this dragon is extremely pure. It is either returning to its ancestors or has the inheritance of the dragon king's direct bloodline..."

On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang listened to the sound of the dragon's roar and bell ringing, and his expression changed.

The old dragon king who spread his seed throughout the world at the beginning of the ancient times not only provided the most dragon liver and dragon meat for the current human race, but also left behind the most powerful group for the dragon race.

Pig dragons, bear dragons, dog dragons, mantis dragons... Among the many strange and weak dragon races, there were often those who returned to their ancestors or were stunningly talented.

Anyone who could shed the impurities of their bloodline and transform into a dragon was qualified to call themselves 'Ao'.

"Now, there's some fun to watch..."

He looked at Qu Yun, the Champion Marquis, who had a indifferent expression and a cold aura.

The Zhen Dong Army upholds the Overlord's will and guards the Eastern Continent for countless years.

What they resist is the demon race, but they never show mercy to any other alien race. They have fought countless bloody battles with other races for countless years.

It was for this reason that the Overlord created an army with all the essence of the divine dynasty in ancient times.

Now, the talent is extremely depleted.

*Boom!*

An elder in the Myriad Dharma Pavilion soared into the sky with a spiritual treasure, stirring up滔天blood energy like the sun, bursting out endless light and heat, filling the sky and the earth in an instant,

Tearing apart the dragon's roar, he rushed straight towards the dark clouds covering the sky:

"A monstrous dragon dares to trespass on my Eastern Continent!"

"One?"

Above the highest point of the sky, beneath the endless dark clouds, the red-golden divine dragon danced wildly, a deep mockery and indifference rising in its cold eyes.

With just a slight bow of its head, the ferocious dragon's mouth sucked in endless air like a black hole, swallowing all the endless blood energy that soared into the sky.

*Rumble!*

In the next instant, thousands of dragon roars rang out at the same time, rumbling like heavenly sounds shaking the sky for thousands of miles, endlessly cold and extremely森然:

"Take another look?!"