Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled

Chapter 528 - 524: God-Burying Bell, Nine Sounds of God Burial

Like waking someone from a dream, Xia Feng’s eyes suddenly brightened after hearing Qi Wan’Er’s words.

"Yes, the sound of the bell, Wan’Er, you truly are my good Wan’Er."

He turned his head to look at the instruments scattered on the ground, his gaze sweeping quickly over them.

"Wan’Er, do you have any instruments related to the bell?"

"Even if it’s not a Divine Artifact, it’s fine."

Qi Wan’Er thought for a moment. Since she was cultivating the Great Dao of Music, she never knew when she might need such an instrument.

So after returning to the Divine Domain, the first thing her parents did was to pack as many instruments as possible into the Storage Ring and hand it to Qi Wan’Er.

It took her a while to recall one particular item.

Qi Wan’Er stepped back a few paces and even put away all the scattered instruments on the ground.

Seeing the puzzled look in Xia Feng’s eyes, Qi Wan’Er felt a little helpless, "This thing is quite large. When my father gave it to me, I thought I’d never use this instrument in my lifetime."

Xia Feng’s expression grew more confused, and Qi Wan’Er, rather than explaining further, directly took the instrument out of the Storage Ring.

She believed that as soon as Xia Feng saw it, he would understand what she meant by those words.

Large.

It was indeed very large.

Qi Wan’Er took out an entire set of bell sets, which was over ten meters long and seemed to be made from a special kind of bronze, emitting a dark glow all over.

She took out a wooden hammer and gently struck one of the bells, producing a deep, resonant sound.

The portal opposite did not react, making Xia Feng briefly doubt whether he had guessed the process correctly.

Qi Wan’Er, however, did not think so. She was firmly convinced that Xia Feng’s idea must be right, and she handed the wooden hammer in her hand to Xia Feng.

"Perhaps the portal doesn’t recognize me as the heir, so it doesn’t plan to open for me."

"Husband, you give it a try."

Xia Feng, feeling a bit hesitant, then gripped the wooden hammer, striking the bell set in a rhythm following the Great Dao of Music.

This ancient instrument produced especially beautiful sounds, enhanced by its great size, allowing the maximum potential of the Great Dao of Music to be unleashed.

When Xia Feng first began striking it, he was still thinking about the portal. As he continued, he found himself lost in the music.

He even considered whether, once he finished all these tasks, he should have the court prepare a set of bell sets for him as well.

As he was immersed in the music, the three portals opposite suddenly began to tremble.

Xia Feng snapped out of his reverie, looking expectantly at the three portals.

The three portals seemed to melt as if something was being roasted, turning into a strange pool of black liquid.

This pool of liquid then began to gather, slowly forming into a somewhat bizarre, illusory shape.

Xia Feng felt a bit anxious, as these portals had previously existed here with no visible interior, even from behind them.

Now that they had melted into a pool of black liquid, what about the things inside the doors?

Just as Xia Feng was burning with anxiety, the black liquid finally finished condensing into a peculiar bell-shaped form, launching itself directly toward Xia Feng.

As it flew closer, the bell set before Xia Feng began to tremble of their own accord, emitting a string of high and low tones, chaotic yet allowing Xia Feng to discern their sense of fear.

Fear?

Perplexed, Xia Feng put the wooden hammer aside and looked at the black bell in mid-air.

The black bell resembled a temple bell, ancient yet distinctive, albeit small, only the size of two palms.

The approaching black bell seemed to sense Xia Feng’s thoughts, stopping abruptly in mid-air, shaking to enlarge itself into a gigantic black bell.

Then it continuously divided, forming a complete set of seven small bell sets from large to small.

Curiosity over the black bell increased in Xia Feng’s heart, and he took a step forward, hesitating to determine which was the true form of the black bell.

Before his eyes, the bell merged into one, shaking its body to reveal a secret manual, then placed itself on Xia Feng’s head.

Xia Feng had no time to think; a vast comprehension of music was forcefully transferred into his mind by the black bell.

Qi Wan’Er, seeing Xia Feng attacked by the black bell, was startled and didn’t know what was happening.

She wanted to step forward and help Xia Feng but feared causing him harm by acting hastily, leaving her standing hesitantly without knowing what to do.

However, it was evident the black bell did not intend to harm Xia Feng; even the musical comprehension was not poured into Xia Feng’s mind all at once. It tested Xia Feng’s sea of knowledge’s capacity, transmitting only a small bit to him.

This small bit of comprehension made Xia Feng’s head slightly swollen but allowed him to think without his mind being overwhelmed.

Just by this alone, the spiritual nature of the black bell was several degrees more formidable than the Heaven-Burying Sword Xia Feng had nurtured for so long.

Xia Feng pressed his throbbing temples, his smile widening a bit.

It should no longer be called the black bell; this bell was an immensely powerful Ancient Divine Artifact, named the God-Burying Bell.

The secret manual it had thrown out earlier was actually an Ancient Divine Technique that complemented the God-Burying Bell, called the Nine Sounds of God Burial.

With a glint of delight in his eyes, Xia Feng reached out to touch the God-Burying Bell, only to have it dodge him, loftily refusing his touch.

Qi Wan’Er regained her composure to see this scene, speaking with some concern in her voice, "Husband, what’s the matter?"

"Does this black bell have its own spiritual wisdom?"

Xia Feng nodded, "The God-Burying Bell has indeed developed spiritual wisdom. Now, it behaves this way only because I haven’t refined it. Once refined, it will become an extension of my Great Dao, just like the Heaven-Burying Sword."

The women had always had great faith in Xia Feng, believing whatever he set out to do, he could achieve.

Upon hearing Xia Feng’s explanation, they felt reassured and curiously gathered around the God-Burying Bell, seemingly trying to discern its abilities.

Xia Feng found a quiet spot, beckoning to the God-Burying Bell, then recalled the method taught in the Nine Sounds of God Burial, condensing his Great Dao of Music into a stick and striking the God-Burying Bell.

Immediately, a ripple of transparency spread from the God-Burying Bell, sweeping through the entire space.

Even Xia Tianming and others, cultivating from afar, noticed the disturbance, looking worried as they approached, wanting to see what had happened.