The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 1128 - 1129: Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1129: Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell

The heart minion was already observing the walls inside the tower, upon which were four murals, each depicting a different golden bell, engraved with countless scriptures and cryptic illustrations.

Moreover, the golden bells depicted in the four murals each had distinct appearances.

Ye Mo immediately infused his Heart Force into them.

Buzz!

The space within the Foutu Tower resounded with a series of bell tolls.

Subsequently, a flood of information surged into Ye Mo’s mind. This was the Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell, a bell that must be struck at both dawn and dusk in the Buddha Realm. It tolls 108 times each day, symbolizing the clearing of 108 human troubles.

However, this bell toll possesses exceptionally powerful might, bearable only by the Buddhas of the Buddha Realm. For those of the secular world lacking the proper cultivation and enlightenment, it brings destruction merely at the sound.

Being the third martial art of the Foutu Tower, the Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell naturally possesses extraordinary power.

Furthermore, there are four enormous Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bells. With Ye Mo’s current cultivation, he can ring one Buddha Light Bell 27 times, thereby demonstrating less than a tenth of its power.

Receiving this information, Ye Mo couldn’t help but lick his lips, feeling somewhat exhilarated.

He knew that the true power of the Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell is achieved when all four bells ring 108 times, creating a force capable of tearing the heavens and shattering the earth. But, with his current strength, he is far from ringing all four.

Only when he reaches the Divine Venerate Realm might he have the strength to ring all four bells. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Even managing to ring one bell still reveals substantial potency.

Ye Mo’s Heart Force began to envelop one of the murals, imprinting the entire tableau into his consciousness.

In an instant, Ye Mo comprehended the might of the Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell.

This bell is not struck with an ordinary mallet but propelled by the Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm, necessitating the sequential execution of two Buddhist martial arts moves, consuming a tremendous amount of energy, which ordinary martial artists can scarcely muster.

"The Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell, created by Heavenly King Fojiang, is one of the ten lesser Buddha martial arts in the Buddha Realm, with unmatched power."

Ye Mo’s spirit was abruptly pulled back, his eyes filled with fear. The ten minor Buddha martial arts, quantified as they are, signify immense strength.

Just like the seven super first-rate powers of ancient times or the seven Ancient Evil Weapons, quantified items are invariably formidable, not to mention Buddhist martial arts.

"Heavenly King Fojiang, I truly wonder what kind of person you are to have created a martial art from the Buddha Realm."

Ye Mo shook his head in awe. Heavenly King Fojiang, the mere title itself commanded respect, and the fact that he fought his way from the secular world to the Buddha Realm was a feat even Ye Mo admitted surpassing him.

Such figures of an ancient grade might not even be recorded in the annals.

"Heavenly King Fojiang!"

Ye Mo murmured again.

"Kid, what did you say just now? Did you mention Heavenly King Fojiang? Do you know him?"

At this moment, the Wraith Demon Emperor spoke in surprise.

"You know Heavenly King Fojiang as well?"

Ye Mo lightly ignited the Demonic Refining Flame, speaking casually.

This Wraith Demon Emperor, powerful as he was, probably hailed from ancient times, likely possessing knowledge about Heavenly King Fojiang.

"Heavenly King Fojiang is the Lingwu Continent’s only terrifying figure who killed his way to enlightenment. At the time, he charged into our Wraith Land’s Dead Soul Realm, slaughtering numerous unknown figures from our lands, forcefully taking his wife’s Dead Soul Creature away, reconstructing her body. He was eventually punished by the Heaven and Earth Laws, yet even then, those laws could not restrain him. The immortal world grew furious, dispatching an Immortal Position Realm expert to capture him, but Heavenly King Fojiang escaped. A hundred years later, he attacked the immortal world again; even they couldn’t subdue him. Later, it was discovered his wife had been slain by someone from the immortal world, with her spirit completely annihilated."

The Wraith Demon Emperor spoke, his face still marked with awe.

Hearing this, Ye Mo’s face too was filled with shock. To disregard the Heaven and Earth Laws, finally necessitating an Immortal Position Realm expert’s intervention to capture him—what kind of strength did this take?

"Heavenly King Fojiang avenged his wife’s murderer, even storming the Ninth Realm. With no desires left, his murderous intent was too great; no one in the immortal world could rival him. Eventually, powerful figures from the Buddha Realm emerged to subdue him, placing him alongside the Ninth Order Buddha Emperor and Evil Heart Demon Buddha as one of the Buddha Realm’s three primary Buddhas."

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo understood what kind of person Heavenly King Fojiang truly was.

This was someone who took action out of love, heedless of the laws—a notion resonant with Ye Mo’s personal belief that laws only bind the weak. If Heavenly King Fojiang could rescue his wife from the Dead Soul Realm, why couldn’t he?

"Wraith Demon Emperor, it seems having you around does indeed have some uses. Once I ascend to the Wheel of Reincarnation Realm, I might have to consider whether or not to refine you."

Ye Mo smiled faintly.

"I’ve told you before, release me and I can even lead you to Wraith Land, helping you ascend to the Wheel of Reincarnation Realm. With your natural talents, you don’t need to stay on a low-level continent like Lingwu Continent."

The Wraith Demon Emperor continued to entice.

"Don’t think I don’t know your ulterior motives. No matter how many times you repeat this, I’ll never let you go. No matter the difficulty, I can overcome it."

After saying this, Ye Mo collected his thoughts, closed his eyes and meditated, adjusting to his optimum state.

Alongside him, the other supporting geniuses were in deep cultivation, understanding well that the two camps would not engage in battle until the competition concluded.

"Phew!"

Exhaling lightly, Ye Mo opened his eyes and slowly stood.

"Ye Mo, you truly have the patience; you’ve been cultivating for over five months. There are just three days left till the competition ends."

The Hidden Lord approached as he saw Ye Mo awake.

"Just three days left?"

Ye Mo murmured, then shouted aloud, "Everyone, you’ve been my companions for a year, and perhaps I can’t recognize each of you individually, but you’re all my comrades. Do you remember what I once told you?"

"That is to win the Lingwu Genius Battle’s championship!"

Ye Mo paused, then raised his voice again: "Better to be a head of a small beast than a tail of a phoenix. Today, I’m ready to battle Mu Wanqing to the death. And what about you?"

Second place is eternally second, with few bothering to recall who ranks second.

All the supporting geniuses awoke from their meditative states, casting their gaze toward Ye Mo. For some reason, they retained blind trust in Ye Mo, perhaps believing he truly possessed the strength to defeat Mu Wanqing.

"Alright, if we’re going to be second, might as well fight!"

Everyone shouted simultaneously.

"Then, we set forth with the whole army!"

Ye Mo swung his hand, and all the supporting geniuses shouted energetically, their momentum overwhelming, marking the official commencement of the Lingwu Genius Battle’s final showdown.