Chapter 31: Ten Bell Chimes

Chloe's aura grew increasingly powerful. Her long hair wildly fluttered in the air, her robe billowing as a stream of silver light descended from the high sky, infusing into her body. "She's actually invoked the Skynet starlight..." Not just Lilah Elder and others, even Zyaire was stunned. Upon regaining his composure, Zyaire couldn't help but reveal ecstatic joy. Skynet was on the rise. The invocation of the Skynet starlight indicated that Chloe's talent had surpassed the Supreme Elder's expectations. It's known that after the two old ancestors of Skynet Sect cultivated the Skynet Thousand Laws, they took at least a year to invoke the Skynet starlight. How long did Chloe take? Less than two months, and she had already drawn down the Skynet starlight, indicating her potential surpassed even those ancestors who cultivated the Skynet Thousand Laws. Boom! A figure suddenly descended from the sky, its immense majesty enveloping the surroundings, imposing a terrifying pressure that everyone could feel. Lilah Elder and others were instantly stiffened. Compared to them, the disciples, although feeling the pressure, could only sense it vaguely due to the vast disparity in strength. Only Lilah Elder and the others could truly understand how terrifying this pressure was. "Greetings to Amir Youngs, the Left Emissary," the steward of South Figaro Martial Hall hurriedly saluted the newcomer. "Rise," said Amir, the Left Emissary, lifting his hand and withdrawing his aura. The pressure vanished, and Lilah Elder and the others realized their backs were soaked with cold sweat. "Greetings to Amir, the Left Emissary!" They quickly bowed, not daring any negligence. Each of the three deputy emissaries of South Figaro Martial Hall had a status above the Elders. Even the Sect Masters of the five major sects would give way to these three. "Are you from Skynet Sect?" Amir, the Left Emissary, looked at Chloe. "Yes, Chloe is the chief disciple of Skynet Sect," she replied. "Your abilities indeed qualify you as the chief disciple. I ask you, would you like to follow me and cultivate in South Figaro Martial Hall?" Amir, the Left Emissary, inquired. His words stirred a thousand waves. The disciples engaged in battles in various zones all stopped, and even those like Russell sitting in the spectator area looked at Chloe with unusual and envious eyes. As the top heirs of the five major Sects, it was a given for people like Russell to become formal members of South Figaro Martial Hall and even have a chance to become outstanding members in the future. However, becoming a top member was difficult, depending on opportunity. The best opportunity was to be favored by a high-ranking individual in South Figaro Martial Hall, like being noticed by a great steward. This would mean access to better resources. And now, Chloe had caught the attention of Amir, the Left Emissary. With only three deputy emissaries in South Figaro Martial Hall, each of whom ranked above the Elders, being noticed by them meant a meteoric rise. "Chloe is willing to follow the Left Emissary in cultivation," Chloe quickly responded. "Good, come to my residence tomorrow. I will arrange your cultivation," Amir, the Left Emissary, nodded in satisfaction and disappeared from the spot. Zyaire immediately beamed with joy. If Chloe could cling to Amir, the Left Emissary, Skynet Sect's future would undoubtedly be more prosperous. And as the leader of this expedition, he would also gain considerable merit. At this moment, Chloe turned her gaze towards Anya. "You wish to avenge your foolish brother, don't you? Your family truly is alike, all so foolish. However, you should be proud to die by my hand. After all, in the future, only geniuses in Martial Cultivation will have the honor of being killed by me. Although you don't count, at least you bask in some glory." With that, Chloe pointed a finger towards Anya's forehead. ... In the Virtual Realm Heavenly Clock area. Titus radiated an overwhelming sword intent, entangled in battle with nine virtualized Blade Cultivators. His iron Horse Beheading Blade was covered in dense cracks, on the verge of shattering at any moment. Swoosh, swoosh... The sword intent swept through, and the nine virtualized Blade Cultivators retreated, releasing their power to neutralize the unstoppable sword intent. "It's always just a little bit short." Exhausted, Titus was unable to cut down the nine virtualized Blade Cultivators. If he couldn't defeat them shortly, he would fail, losing the qualification to enter South Figaro Martial Hall. The deadline to retrieve the Martial Spirit seed was approaching. If it exceeded three months, it would be impossible to reclaim the Martial Spirit seed. Suddenly, Titus noticed the synchrony in the attacks of the nine virtualized Blade Cultivators. He had not paid attention before, but now he realized that although their attacks differed, they were actually consistent. At that moment, Titus had an epiphany. Blade Vein, Blade Bone, and Blade Soul, being entirely different entities, how could they fully merge? Their unification wasn't a superficial fusion, but a unique amalgamation. They were all transformations of the self. Whether it was Blade Vein, Blade Bone, or Blade Soul, they were all manifestations of one's own body. With this realization, Titus's Horse Beheading Blade shone with an unprecedented sharpness. ... At the Path of Life and Death. A black-haired, elegant old man in a black and gold robe slowly appeared. He glanced at the white-haired old man, saying, “Senior, three years and you've aged even more." The white-haired old man kept his eyes closed, seemingly unwilling to engage. "Times have changed, yet you continue to adhere to tradition? Excluding you, the South School is nearly extinct. Why are you so stubborn? The South Figaro Martial Hall of today no longer distinguishes between the southern and northern courts." “Senior, just give the word, and I'll immediately open a branch for you, allowing you to restart and recruit new disciples. How about I name it South School Branch?" the black and gold-robed old man suggested. The white-haired old man remained motionless, like a piece of dry wood. The smile on the face of the black and gold-robed old man vanished, his gaze turning cold as he stared at the white-haired old man. “Senior, as the master of South Figaro Martial Hall, I have repeatedly made concessions for you, but you remain unmoved. What exactly do you want from me?" "As long as I live, the South School exists," the white-haired old man, still with eyes closed, finally spoke. “Senior, you're too obstinate. Can't you see why your South School has fallen to this state? Stubbornly guarding this Path of Life and Death as a criterion for accepting disciples? Who can pass through the Path of Life and Death? Who can ring the Heavenly Clock? In the past thousand years, only three in our South Figaro Martial Hall have managed to ring the Heavenly Clock," the black and gold-robed old man said sternly. “Senior, the times are different. You must recognize the reality of today." "Those who differ in their path do not plan together," the white-haired old man opened his eyes and spoke indifferently. “Senior, don't delude yourself. In these twenty years, no one has rung the Heavenly Clock, and such a disciple will not appear again," the black and gold-robed old man shook his head. Dong! Suddenly, a resounding boom echoed, like a morning bell or an evening drum, vibrating not only through the air but also penetrating deep into the hearts of listeners, causing their hearts to tremble involuntarily. "The Heavenly Clock... it rang..." the black and gold-robed old man was stunned. "It finally rang," the white-haired old man's dim old eyes suddenly filled with joy. Dong! Another earth-shattering boom resounded through the area. "Two chimes..." The elder in the black and gold martial robe was left in a daze, and the white-haired elder also showed a surprised expression. Clearly, neither of them had expected the heavenly bell to ring for a second time. Dong! Dong! Dong! One ring followed another, a total of ten times. "Ten rings..." the white-haired old man expressed shock. "Since its existence, it has never rung ten times..." The black and gold-robed old man took a deep breath, his expression filled with disbelief. Whoosh! The white-haired old man transformed into a beam of white light, shooting into the sky. Seeing this, the black and gold-robed old man's expression changed slightly, and he too transformed into a beam of black light, following closely behind.