Chapter 482: Death Bell

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Death Bell

「Beneath Broken Soul Valley.」

A gloomy space stretched out before him, like a vast palace.

The air was thick and suffocating, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Long Ao didn’t dare let his guard down for even a moment. According to Long Fu’s senses, this Evil Treasure could activate at any time.

"Master, since things have reached this point, I won’t hide it from you any longer."

Long Ao nodded. He had a good idea of what Long Fu was about to say.

"Master, if I’m not mistaken, this place was left behind by the powerful experts of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. The Treasure here is called the Death Bell."

’Death Bell?’

Hearing Long Fu’s words, Long Ao’s heart skipped a beat. Setting aside its power, the name "Death Bell" alone was imposing enough.

"The Death Bell was born of Heaven and Earth. Its power is immense. When its bell tolls, death descends."

"Long Fu, how can I obtain the Death Bell?"

Long Ao was growing impatient. The temptation of the Death Bell was simply too great; it would be a lie to say he didn’t want it.

Following the method Long Fu described, Long Ao first located the Death Bell.

In the center of the gloomy space sat a giant, purplish-red boulder. It emitted strange wisps of energy—the so-called Power of Totems.

’A Divine Dao Aura?’

Just then, Long Ao seemed to sense something, much to his surprise. He never would have imagined that a Divine Dao Aura would actually exist here, and he knew exactly what that signified.

Long Ao was completely certain that the master of this place was a Divine Dao Martial Artist. Not only that, but a Divine Dao Martial Artist from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, one who possessed Snake Totem Power.

Divine Dao Martial Artists were the most powerful beings in all of Heaven and Earth.

Long Ao was pleasantly surprised. One could only imagine the power of a Treasure left behind by a Divine Dao Martial Artist.

In the very center of the boulder sat a small, black, fist-sized bell. Without needing to ask, Long Ao knew this had to be the Death Bell that Long Fu had mentioned.

Long Fu’s instructions had been simple: to retrieve the Death Bell, he must borrow Long Qiang’s power. Otherwise, he would surely suffer a backlash from the bell, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

And so, using his Divine Dragon Arm, Long Ao successfully obtained the Death Bell.

Taking a deep breath, Long Ao poured his soul into the Death Bell. A piercing toll rang out, so terrifying it sounded as if Heaven and Earth itself were grieving.

Forget others; Long Ao himself felt his spirit tremble. ’It’s hard to imagine the effect if I were to suddenly unleash the Death Bell on an enemy.’

"Brat of the Dragon Race, you dare to steal my Death Bell? Truly courting death. I’d like to see just how you plan to walk away with my Death Bell today."

Long Ao was stunned by the sudden voice. He had already guessed its owner. It was undoubtedly the Divine Dao Martial Artist from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect—the master of this place and the owner of the Death Bell.

As expected.

When Long Ao first sensed the Divine Dao Aura, he had guessed that the Divine Dao Martial Artist might not have completely Fallen and that a remnant of his soul might still exist. It turned out to be true.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t wary. After all, his opponent was a genuine Divine Dao Martial Artist. Even as just a remnant soul, his power was extraordinary and could not be underestimated.

At that moment, a figure materialized on the great boulder—an illusory old man, sitting quietly as if he had been there all along.

"What level of the Long Family are you from?"

"The Sixth Level Long Family."

"Hmph, nonsense." A formidable Divine Dao Aura erupted from the illusory old man, pressing down on Long Ao. However, Long Ao did not resist. Instead, he withdrew his Heaven and Earth’s Momentum. As a result, he appeared to be in great pain but had actually suffered no real harm.

"Are you really from the Sixth Level Long Family?"

"I have no reason to lie. Believe it or not."

Seemingly surprised, the old man asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"A Divine Dao."

Now the old man was even more surprised. He said with clear admiration, "For the trifling Sixth Level Long Family to produce a genius like you is quite impressive. Lad, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Before Long Ao could speak, the illusory old man continued, "As long as you are willing to become my disciple, I can teach you the Totem Dao, help you become a Divine Dao Martial Artist, and grant you control over the life and death of every Spirit Beast in the world. How about it?"

It had to be admitted that the old man’s offer was far too tempting. An ordinary person would have been unable to resist.

This confirmed it for Long Ao. The illusory old man before him was, without a doubt, the Divine Dao Martial Artist from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

According to Long Fu, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Long Clan were natural enemies. The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had long coveted Dragon Valley, hoping to establish its own Dragon Totem lineage. However, this had never come to pass. The Long Clan and the Dragon Race were simply too powerful; defeating the Long Clan was no easy feat.

An ordinary person would have certainly agreed. Taking a Divine Dao Martial Artist as a master was something most people could only dream of. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But Long Ao was not like most people. He shook his head and said, "I am the Dragon Sect Master. It is impossible for me to take you as my master. My apologies."

Instead of the anger he expected, the illusory old man asked in great surprise, "Dragon Sect? You mean to say you established a Dragon Sect all on your own?"

As everyone knew, there was only one Long Clan in all the world. Any disciple of the Long Clan was forbidden from striking out to form their own power. If discovered, they would be executed on the spot—a rule with absolutely no room for negotiation.

’Has this kid lost his mind? He actually dared to defy the Long Clan and establish his so-called Dragon Sect? This is a damn direct challenge to the Long Clan!’

"Forgive me, but I cannot elaborate on that. I can only say this: the grudge between the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Long Clan has nothing to do with me."

Long Ao was no fool. He had no desire to be an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. ’Whether it’s the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect or the Long Clan, I can’t afford to oppose either of them right now. If they go to war and I get dragged into it, I’ll have no one to blame but myself when it all goes wrong!’

The illusory old man nodded. "You’re right. Since you have established your own Dragon Sect, the grudge between the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Long Clan need not involve you. However, you have trespassed in my Forbidden Land and taken my Death Bell. How, I ask, do you intend to settle this account?"

"Senior, I was forced by circumstances to enter Broken Soul Valley. Since I was able to come here and obtain your Death Bell, it must mean we are bound by fate. And since fate is involved, this account should be much easier to settle, don’t you think?"

"HAHAHAHA, HAHAHA!" Hearing this, the illusory old man suddenly burst into laughter, his face filled with appreciation.