Covering the sky: I have the body of the sky, and I have inherited the ten evil methods

Chapter 127 The Netherworld Bell!
“I have seen records about the Bewitching Sea in my family’s records.”

"It is said that an ancient bronze bell, called the Netherworld Bell, is hidden in this sea area."

"It can amplify people's obsessions and fears, plunging them into endless illusions. Only by finding the source of the bell's sound can one completely escape its influence."

"We must find the Netherworld Bell as soon as possible, otherwise they will all be trapped here and eventually lose themselves."

“Holy Maiden, you stay here and protect everyone.” Xiao Chen stood up and said firmly, “I will go to find the source of the bell sound.”

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi nodded. She knew that Xiao Chen was powerful and possessed extraordinary treasures, so perhaps he could find a solution to the problem.

She cautioned, "Be careful."

Xiao Chen didn't say much and jumped into the icy seawater.

The seawater was icy cold, but Xiao Chen felt no chill at all.

He channeled the power of his "source blood" to form a protective barrier on his body, isolating him from the invasion of seawater.

He swam swiftly in the direction from which the bell tolled, as fast as an arrow released from a bow.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery became increasingly bizarre.

A thin layer of black fog filled the seawater, making visibility extremely low.

Countless seaweed swayed in the water like soft tentacles, as if trying to drag him into an endless abyss.

Xiao Chen ignored all of that; all he wanted was to find the "Netherworld Bell" and end this nightmare.

Finally, deep in the ocean, he discovered an abandoned altar.

The altar is made of huge piles of rocks, covered with the marks of time, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

In the center of the altar stands an ancient bronze bell.

The bronze bell is covered in rust and its surface is engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a faint black light.

It was this bronze bell that emitted that heart-stirring sound.

However, as Xiao Chen approached the altar, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows.

"Xiao Chen, you really came." The man smiled coldly.

Xiao Chen frowned immediately after seeing the person's face clearly.

"The Venerable Wuxiang? How could it be you!"

The Venerable Wuxiang is an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, possessing great strength and ruthless nature.

Xiao Chen had met him several times and knew that this man had ill intentions.

"Hmph, Xiao Chen, you have a path to heaven but you choose to barge into hell!" Venerable Wuxiang's voice was filled with hatred.

"In that case, let us sleep here together forever!"

Having said that, Venerable Wuxiang formed a hand seal, and streams of black light poured into the bronze bell.

The bronze bell immediately emitted an even more intense sonic attack, like countless steel needles piercing Xiao Chen's brain.

Xiao Chen felt a splitting headache, and the memories in his mind became chaotic again.

He knew that if things continued this way, he would be in danger.

He attempted to make a sound, using the power of "source blood" to resonate with the bronze bell, trying to control its vibration frequency in reverse.

This is a bold and risky approach; if not handled carefully, it could backfire.

However, he now has no other choice.

Xiao Chen fully activated the power of "Origin Blood".

His body began to emit a faint golden light, which intertwined with the black light of the bronze bell, creating an eerie scene.

At first, the sonic attack from the bronze bell was still fierce, but as Xiao Chen continued to increase his efforts, the sound of the bell began to become somewhat chaotic.

Its frequency began to become unstable, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, as if it had been disturbed in some way.

The Venerable Wuxiang's expression grew increasingly grim.

He discovered that he was gradually losing control of the bronze bell.

"This...this is impossible!" Venerable Wuxiang could not believe his eyes.

He couldn't understand how Xiao Chen could withstand his attack.

Just as Venerable Wuxiang was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

"Now!" He gathered all his strength and charged toward the altar.

The Venerable Wuxiang then realized Xiao Chen's intentions and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Xiao Chen arrived in front of the bronze bell, and his body suddenly unleashed all its power, forcefully pushing the bronze bell into the abyss.

"No—!" Venerable Wuxiang let out a desperate roar, but it was too late to turn back.

The bronze bell plunged into the abyss with a dull thud, and then disappeared into the sea.

The bell tolled abruptly, and the thick fog over the Enchanted Sea dissipated.

Xiao Chen leaped back onto the ferry, his wet robes clinging to his body, bringing a chill.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi immediately came forward, her eyes full of concern: "Are you alright?"

Xiao Chen grinned, revealing his white teeth, "No problem, all done."

He stretched his limbs, seawater dripping from his hair, shimmering in the sunlight.

"How is Brother Lu?" Xiao Chen's gaze turned to the unconscious Lu Chenzhou.

His face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and the bandage wrapped around his chest was soaked with blood, a shocking sight.

"Alas, Brother Lu forced himself to activate the secret technique to protect us, which aggravated his injuries..." Jiang Huai Ren sighed, his tone filled with worry.

"It's alright, you won't die." The big black dog pulled out a gourd of wine from somewhere, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then walked over to Lu Chenzhou and rudely poured the rest of the wine onto his wound.

"This is my treasured healing wine, a cure-all!"

The air was filled with a strong aroma of alcohol, mixed with a hint of blood, and it smelled rather pungent.

Lu Chenzhou frowned slightly, but still did not wake up.

Just as everyone's hearts were beginning to relax, Lin Yuze suddenly spoke, his voice low and solemn: "I saw some strange runes on that altar just now..."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, "I recognized it...it's the symbol of the Annihilation Cult."

Upon hearing these three words, both the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Su Wan'er's expressions changed drastically.

“Annihilation Cult?” Xiao Chen repeated these three words in a low voice, as if he were chewing a bitter pill.

An uneasy premonition spread through his heart, like a dense spider web, making him feel suffocated.

His sharp gaze swept over the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Su Wan'er. The solemn expressions on their faces convinced him that the seriousness of the matter far exceeded his imagination.

"What kind of organization is this?" Xiao Chen pressed, his tone tinged with barely perceptible anxiety. The Holy Maiden of Yaochi's voice trembled slightly: "The Annihilation Cult... is an evil organization that has long been buried by the dust of history. They believe in the way of destruction and rebirth and once attempted to control the power of the Chaos Pearl to reshape the entire world."

Su Wan'er took over the conversation, her face pale, and added, "Their methods were extremely cruel. In order to achieve their goals, they did not hesitate to slaughter living beings, and were eventually wiped out by the joint efforts of various sects."

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were lost in that dark memory, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"The Chaos Pearl?" Xiao Chen's heart stirred. He was familiar with this pearl; in fact, one could say that he had a special connection with it.

"So, there's a deeper secret behind this catastrophe?" Xiao Chen murmured to himself, his eyes becoming profound, as if trying to see through the layers of mist.

The ferry continued its voyage across the vast sea, the sea breeze carrying a salty, fishy smell, yet a strange, oppressive feeling permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

The sea ahead, which was originally azure, had turned into an eerie dark red, as if stained with blood, a shocking sight.

"What's going on?" Xiao Chen's heart sank, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

Lin Yuze checked the ferry's energy reserves with a grave expression. After a moment, his expression became even more grim: "This is bad! Our spiritual power is not enough to last much longer. We must find a supply point as soon as possible."

Just then, Su Wan'er pointed to a remote island in the distance, her voice filled with hope: "There... perhaps we can find the supplies we need there."

The island is desolate and lifeless, with broken stone tablets and altars scattered everywhere, telling the stories that once took place here.

Xiao Chen and the others explored cautiously, the air filled with an ancient and mysterious aura that sent chills down their spines.

Suddenly, a hidden magic circle was accidentally triggered, and a blurry image was projected into the air.

In the scene, a man dressed in black robes stands in front of the Chaos Pearl, chanting obscure incantations in a low voice, seemingly performing some kind of ritual.

The image finally freezes on his mask.

Xiao Chen was very familiar with that mask; it was the mark of someone who served the Venerable Wuxiang!

"It's him!" Xiao Chen said through gritted teeth, his heart filled with anger and hatred. "He's the person we're looking for!"

Just then, a deep roar came from the depths of the island, deafening, as if from an ancient behemoth.

The group followed the sound and discovered an ancient, sealed monster struggling frantically, trying to break free of its restraints.

"The Crimson Flame Demon Dragon!" Su Wan'er exclaimed in shock, her face turning deathly pale. "If it escapes, the entire Endless Sea will descend into chaos!"

Everyone hurriedly tried to reinforce the seal, but just then, a cold voice came from behind: "Do you think you can still stop me?"

Venerable One Without Form!
He appeared behind the group without anyone noticing, a mocking smile on his face.

Black mist emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire island and disrupting everyone's movements.

"Damn it!" Xiao Chen cursed under his breath, his heart filled with resentment.

"It seems that today, we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

The jade bead shone with a luminous light, blooming in Xiao Chen's hand like a rising sun, dispelling the suffocating black mist around him.

The surging spiritual energy, as if summoned by some force, rushed wildly into the jade bead, forming an indestructible barrier that firmly protected everyone inside.

Xiao Chen could feel the temperature of the jade bead, which was incredibly hot, but he did not hesitate at all, because he knew that this was their only chance of survival.

Lin Yuze, the former outcast of the immortal sect, is now displaying astonishing decisiveness.

His hands moved swiftly, manipulating the pre-arranged mechanisms.

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled violently, and a powerful surge of energy erupted from the ground, forcing Venerable Wuxiang back several steps.

At the same time, the seal on the Crimson Flame Demon Dragon was reinforced, and its roars gradually weakened, eventually returning to calm.

The group took the opportunity to retreat to the ferry, still shaken.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, his spiritual energy surging around him, piercing through layers of mist, and locking onto what lay ahead.

There, the outline of a blurry island appeared and disappeared, floating in mid-air like a mirage.

The main body of the Chaos Pearl must be there!

Xiao Chen's heart was burning with excitement, but at the same time, it was also filled with vigilance.

"Such a strong suction!" Li Heishui exclaimed, gripping the ship's side tightly, his face deathly pale.
Jiang Huai-ren and Wu Zhong-tian were in no better shape. The two of them joined forces to support a spiritual energy barrier, but it was shaky and seemed to collapse at any moment.

"We can't wait any longer!" Xiao Chen said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an undeniable determination. "We must get through this area as soon as possible!"

He knew very well that the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous the situation would become.

The spatial pressure of this death vortex has exceeded their tolerance limit.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi's voice rang out, carrying a rare hint of solemnity, "Forcibly intruding... I'm afraid..."

"There's no other way!" Xiao Chen interrupted her, turning his gaze to Lin Yuze beside him. "Lin Yuze, can your mechanical device be of any use?"

Lin Yuze wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

“Of course! The mechanisms on this ferry aren’t just for show!” He pointed to several uniquely designed devices on the ferry. “I can use these devices to create temporary spatial barriers to alleviate the damage caused by spatial compression! But time is limited, and…”

"And what?" Xiao Chen pressed.

"And this thing... I can't guarantee it will work 100%." ​​Lin Yuze's voice was a little weak. "After all, the power of this death vortex is just too terrifying."

"We'll do our best!" Xiao Chen said in a deep voice. "We have no other choice!"

Without further ado, Lin Yuze immediately got to work.

He ran around on the ferry, constantly adjusting various mechanisms and devices.

The sounds of gears turning and metal rubbing together create a chaotic yet tense symphony.

"Ready!" Lin Yuze shouted, pulling down a control lever beside him.

Suddenly, beams of light lit up around the ferry, forming a swaying, transparent barrier.

"Go!" Xiao Chen gave the order, steer the ferry, and plunged headlong into the vortex of death.

In an instant, the world spun around!
It felt as if the whole world was upside down, and I had lost all sense of direction, whether up, down, left, right, or in all directions.

The invisible pressure, like countless sharp knives, fiercely cut through the spatial barrier surrounding the ferry.

Click!Click!
Cracks kept appearing on the barrier, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"Spiritual power! Quick! Increase the output of spiritual power!" Lin Yuze shouted hoarsely, his hands moving rapidly as he adjusted the mechanisms.

Without hesitation, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi released her abundant spiritual power and poured it into the barrier.

Her face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her eyes remained firm.

Xiao Chen gripped the rudder tightly, his eyes burning as he stared intently ahead.

He could feel that the ferry was being torn apart by a powerful force, as if it would disintegrate at any moment.

We must stabilize! We absolutely must stabilize!

He constantly adjusted the rudder, relying on his keen senses and accurate judgment to avoid those deadly spatial rifts time and time again.

"Oh no!" Su Wan'er suddenly exclaimed, pointing ahead, "There's a sealing formation around the island!"

(End of this chapter)