: The Dharma Transmission Bell

The Molten Immortal Palace gradually rose, its golden pillars and red bricks creating a majestic and grand sight that delivered a powerful visual impact.

Bathed in blinding flames, the entire palace resembled a divine mansion.

The entire Huoshi Mountain trembled, emitting terrifying roars.

Vast earth energy surged, magma boiled and shot upward, reaching several zhang high!

Cultivators scattered in all directions, as insignificant as ants under the might of heaven and earth.

The current lord of Huoshi Immortal City appeared, his face stern. He activated the formation set up at the volcano's crater, channeling his Nascent Soul-level power with all his might.

Countless bluish-green rays of light gathered in mid-air, forming a net-like formation that covered the giant magma column about to erupt from the crater.

The two forces collided, locked in an intense stalemate.

The earth shook and the mountains trembled!

The entire Huoshi Immortal City was awakened. Countless people rushed out of their homes, staring in terror at the collapsed or collapsing houses.

Black smoke from the volcanic eruption billowed upward like a demonic disaster, threatening to devour all living beings and the world itself!

The black smoke rose and fell unpredictably, but the bluish-green light did not dissipate. The mountain-protecting formation held strong, preventing a human tragedy.

The tremors gradually weakened until they ceased entirely.

The Molten Immortal Palace stood within the volcano's crater, like a giant lying on its side. Above it, black smoke billowed for thousands of zhang, while beneath it, scorching magma boiled incessantly.

The palace, with its golden pillars and red bricks, featured towering spires, grand halls, and delicate side chambers, embodying the intensity of fire, the solidity of metal, and the stability of earth.

Countless gazes—filled with shock, curiosity, or greed—were drawn to the Molten Immortal Palace.

But the next moment, the city lord, pale-faced, slowly descended from the sky.

With a wave of his sleeve, he activated the formation. Amid shifting light and shadows, the Molten Immortal Palace was concealed from view, no longer visible.

Cultivators at the crater suffered heavy casualties, and those who had ventured into the volcano were completely annihilated, leaving no trace behind.

Zheng Shuang gou, leading the remnants of the Ning family, rode a cloud to the city lord and said, "Lord City Lord."

He reported swiftly, communicating via divine sense.

The city lord, now fully aware of the situation, wore a stern expression, his gaze icy. "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! That shadowy demonic cultivator must pay with his life!"

He then glanced at the Ning family survivors behind Zheng Shuang gou. "These people must also be investigated. All surviving cultivators are to be detained and interrogated strictly!"

"Spare no effort in gathering any clues related to the shadowy demonic cultivator."

"If any accomplices are found, punish them severely!"

As the only Nascent Soul-level cultivator in Huoshi Immortal City, the city lord was in an extremely foul mood.

During his tenure, the Molten Immortal Palace had been discovered.

But instead of reporting it, he chose to conceal it from his superiors.

He wanted to keep the palace for himself, secretly developing it with his own faction until it was fully under his control.

However, things did not go as planned.

The Zhou and Zheng families had successively uncovered the secret.

Forced to compromise, the city lord made a covert agreement with the two families. This year, the Ning family also discovered the secret.

The Ning family also had a Golden Core cultivator and was a major cultivation clan in the city. The city lord had already prepared to include them.

His carefully laid plan was to have the four strongest forces in the city compete and develop the Molten Immortal Palace together, excluding all outsiders.

But now, that plan was on the verge of collapse!

"That damned shadowy demonic cultivator!!" The city lord's hatred surged like a tidal wave at the thought of the culprit.

"What should I do?"

Suppressing his rage, the city lord pondered his options.

He was merely a city lord dispatched by the Southern Bean Kingdom and did not hold absolute power.

"How infuriating! Once the news reaches the capital, it will be out of my hands!"

He was only one of the high-ranking officials of the Southern Bean Kingdom. Compared to the entire kingdom, even as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was fragile.

"Sigh... I’ll hide it for as long as I can."

"Fortunately, the Molten Immortal Palace didn’t fully emerge and remains in the crater. As long as I repair the formation, set up dense clouds to conceal it, and issue a ban, I can still—"

Dong! Dong! Dong!

A series of bell chimes suddenly echoed from deep within the volcano.

The bell tolled loudly, resounding through heaven and earth.

Upon hearing the chimes, everyone simultaneously began to visualize a cultivation technique in their minds.

The city lord’s heart shook violently, his expression turning grim as he exclaimed, "The Dharma Transmission Bell?!"

Night had deepened.

Huoshi Immortal City was still in chaos. Countless houses had collapsed, and the citizens were heatedly discussing the events, with most gazing up at the mountain peak.

The city lord’s earlier clash with the immortal palace had made it clear to everyone that something monumental had happened at the summit!

Just then, a deep and majestic bell sound rang out!

Dong! Dong! Dong...

The bell chimes reverberated, echoing through the clouds.

The sound shook the outer walls of Huoshi Immortal City, resonating through its countless alleys and lanes.

It spread over grand courtyards and humble dwellings alike, stirring every inch of air and enveloping the entire city.

It pierced precisely into the hearts of every sentient being, shaking their very souls!

Countless people cried out in shock, but the next moment, they were captivated by the cultivation technique gradually forming in their minds.

City Lord’s Manor.

A burly young man was sleeping soundly on the floor when the bell chimes startled him awake. His eyes flew open.

"Wah!" he yelled, pushing himself up with his arms and standing swiftly, creating a gust of wind.

"Enemies?!" the burly youth asked, his face full of vigilance.

Just then, the city lord’s voice transmitted into his mind: "Meng Chong, my grandson, quickly comprehend this! These are the chimes of the Dharma Transmission Bell—the key to seizing the Molten Immortal Palace!"

"The Dharma Transmission Bell?" reminded, the youth named Meng Chong stood still, his posture straight as a spear. His eyes glazed over as he stared ahead, desperately memorizing and comprehending the technique appearing in his mind.

Zhou Family Residence.

Young cultivators Zhou Zeshen and Zhou Zhu were studying mechanical blueprints together.

One was short and frail, the other tall and sturdy.

In an instant, both froze in place.

After the bell tolled for a few breaths, Zhou Zeshen exclaimed in shock, "Quick, quick! This seems to be the Dharma Transmission Bell! The chimes contain a cultivation technique! Comprehend it now!"

Zhou Zhu, usually silent and reliant on Zhou Zeshen’s decisions, immediately sat down and closed his eyes.

Zheng Family Residence.

Zheng Jian was rigorously auditing the family accounts.

The young cultivator wore a headband with a pupil-shaped gem at the center.

The steward standing before him was pale and sweating profusely.

Zheng Jian suddenly snorted coldly, throwing the account book to the ground. "Did you think you could fool me with these fake records?"

The steward trembled and collapsed to the floor.

Just then, the bell chimes rang out.

After hearing a few tolls, Zheng Jian’s expression changed drastically. He dismissed the steward: "I’ll deal with you later. Get out!"

Ning Family Residence.

Ning Xiaohui, recognized as the family’s genius, had exhausted herself drawing talismans all day. Despite the bell chimes, she remained fast asleep, frowning deeply, unable to wake.

Ning Ji, who had been cultivating, was jolted out of his state by the bell chimes. "What in the world is this?" he wondered, full of suspicion.

Volcano Crater.

Zheng Shuang gou still hovered on his cloud.

The Ning family cultivators on the cloud were disheveled and disoriented.

Not just them—most other cultivators were also sitting or lying on the ground.

"This is it! This is the opportunity!" the cultivators exclaimed joyfully, desperately memorizing the technique.

Ning Chen sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows, focusing entirely.

Ning Yong clutched his head tightly. "Argh! Remember it, brain! I’m counting on you! Remember it!"

Ning Zhuo felt both shock and elation. "I succeeded! I’ve met the Molten Immortal Palace’s selection criteria."

"But the selection method has changed—it’s directly transmitting a Qi Refining technique."

This was something Ning Zhuo hadn’t anticipated.

Like the other cultivators, Ning Zhuo stood still, carefully listening to the bell chimes.

The chimes gradually transformed into a technique—the "Five Elements Rhythm Art"!

"With this technique, I can finally break free from the Ning family’s 'Snow Region Talisman Compendium'."

For a moment, the relief, excitement, and sense of accomplishment from his long-term planning and risks—now yielding results beyond expectations—surged through the young man’s heart.

Thus—

The mechanical fire monkey leaps over molten magma,

The cold iron armor breaks through the dawn frost.

Buddha and demon hidden deep in the heart’s machinations,

The immortal palace trembles, revealing heavenly light.

The Dao Bell tolls, transmitting a new law,

The Five Elements’ rhythm feels naturally intimate.

Cultivate to the endless root and end,

Remove seals, break locks, and roam freely!

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