Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 237: Inner Core Births Connate, Spirit Produces Multicolored Light, Bell Rings 36 Times, All the Swords in the City Stand (4)

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“Nineteen! ”

The bell rang again, and its might did not show any signs of falling!

The bell wave swept out with an explosive sword cry. The grass on the ground seemed to have been killed by the sword qi and flew chaotically. The Second

Prince’s expression under the nearest stone platform froze as he released the Purple Qi Golden Lotus to withstand this bell ring!

“I can’t take it anymore. How many more rings will it take to end?!” “Unfathomable, unfathomable. It feels like it will never stop!”

“I feel like my heart is about to explode!”

Some of the weaker cultivators on the Star Rankings of the Sword Pool Palace and Dali couldn’t take it anymore and began to roar. They were like grass pulled up by bell waves as they jumped up and retreated.

They could not continue to stay.

The bell continued to ring!

The sound of waves, bell waves, and sword cries!

There were even the cries of the ten thousand Sword Souls!

When the sound entered one’s ears, it shook one’s flesh and stirred mental

power!

Although it did have the effect of Body Tempering and mental power refinement, it had to be able to withstand it!

Pfft!

Some disciples of the Sword Pool Palace who wanted to withstand the bell waves to refine their bodies finally could not take it anymore. They held the trembling sword and spat out a mouthful of blood before retreating in a panic.

When the bell rang 25 times, there were only three people left around the stone platform. Second Prince Zhao Pei, who had given birth to the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, Lu Shisan, whose face was as red as blood, and Lu Ziwei, who seemed to be receiving the starlight from the sky and covering her body!

However, they had also reached their limits!

The sword cries contained in the countless sword cries were like countless souls crying and roaring beside their ears, as if they were crying and shouting why they had fought for their master for years, drank blood and killed for their master, and were going to be cast into the Sword Tomb!

Under the increasingly high and strange bell waves, Lu Shisan finally could not take it anymore. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and sword light swept away rapidly!

After retreating to the limestone path, he panted heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

The sound of swords crying…

Was… was this for real?!

Soon, the woman of stars, Lu Ziwei, did not continue to persist. She left elegantly and landed on the limestone road. She exhaled, but her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise.

When the bell rang for the 30th time!

The Purple Qi Golden Lotus suffered the impact of endless sword qi and even had sword marks on it.

Click.

An imperceptible crack seemed to have appeared on the golden mark between his brows.

Zhao Pei’s expression changed drastically. He stopped supporting himself with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus and left!

On the stone platform, only the white-robed youth was left. His face was pale, but his entire body was engulfed in sword qi. He continued to strike the Sword Bell and listen to the cries and unwillingness of the dead sword!

Su Muzhe watched this scene in a daze, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“There’s… a Divine Intent on him. He’s communicating with these dead swords to awaken the Divine Intent in them!”

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Su Muzhe explained.

With the sword between her eyebrows hidden in a sword palace, she could clearly feel the divinity in An Le’s body!

At this moment, this young man was the god of swords!

It had nothing to do with cultivation or realm!

It was a kind of purity towards the sword!

Fate with the sword!

After Ink Pool Sword was Green Mountain. An Le held Green Mountain and struck the Sword Bell.

At this moment, the ancient bell was already 90 feet high in the air!

The young man ascended the stone platform step by step. The wind blew, and his clothes fluttered. He struck the bell with his bamboo sword, as if he was ringing the lonely ancient bell hanging on the lonely peak.

A desolate feeling spread out from it!

“Thirty-three!” “Thirty-four!” “Thirty-five!”

Dong dong dong!

There were no more waves in the Sword Pool Lake.

A wisp of sword qi bloomed from the lake, cutting the entire lake into two. At the bottom of the lake, an extremely old man slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, An Le held Green Mountain and smashed at the ancient bell swinging from 90 feet above the ground. He landed on the stone platform with a bang, causing cracks to appear on the stone platform.

An Le was drenched in sweat. He slowly exhaled and reported the last number of times.

“Thirty-six.”

In an instant.

The Sword Pool between his brows clanged as multicolored light appeared behind the Primordial Spirit of the Heart Sword embryo!

His Inner Core condensed the Connate and his Primordial Spirit raised multicolored light!

His Body Tempering and Spirit Refinement cultivation had both entered the fifth realm!

Dong—

On the 36th ring, the long sound of the sword bell was no longer ear-piercing. There was only endless desolation left, like a sigh.

It swept through the Sword Pool Palace.

It spread throughout Jinguan City.

In the city.

The swords of all the commoners could no longer be held under the last bell ring. They soared into the sky and floated nine feet in the air. The tip of the sword was pointed down and hung in the city. Clang, clang, clang, clang. They felt sorrow for the Sword Tomb!

The bell rang 36 times!

The entire city was filled with standing swords!