Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 1495 Cannon fodder group

These words caused another uproar in the room. People whispered among themselves, expressing their opinions on Zeng Zhixing's proposal.

"Zeng Zhixing truly lives up to his reputation as the Holy Son of the Yanwu Holy Sect. He's actually thinking about our safety. With the Yanwu Holy Sect's support, we rogue cultivators can confidently and boldly seize opportunities," one rogue cultivator said. "Holy Son Zeng is benevolent and righteous."

"Yes, I was just worried that if I got the Taixu Bell, I wouldn't be able to get out of here alive. But now, with Zeng Shengzi's promise, I'm determined to fight for myself," a cultivator in the crowd said excitedly.

"Zeng Shengzi was benevolent and righteous."

"The Holy Sect of Yanwu is benevolent and righteous."

It's unclear who started it, but suddenly, the low-level cultivators all shouted in unison.

However, just as the crowd's enthusiasm was beginning to subside, Gu Nanqiao stepped forward. He surveyed the room with a grave expression, then spoke up in opposition:

"Gentlemen, please allow me to interject. Although Zeng Zhixing's method seems fair, to be honest, it is not fair to some sects with fewer members or to individual cultivators."

Take myself as an example, I only brought two subordinates at the Dao Integration Realm. Apart from myself, no one else can participate.

Other sects have at least a dozen disciples below the Transformation Realm, giving them more opportunities. Therefore, this method is unreasonable. If a reasonable solution cannot be provided, my Gu family will be the first to object.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Zhixing frowned slightly, but his outward composure allowed him to maintain his proper demeanor.

Several experts at the Dao Integration Realm immediately voiced their objections. One of them sneered, "Gu Nanqiao, are you making excuses for your disadvantage? Everyone has an equal opportunity. Do you expect others to make way for you?"

"Hmph, so what if your Gu family doesn't agree? Do you think we're afraid of your Gu family?" another Dao Integration Saint Emperor sneered disdainfully.

No sooner had he finished speaking than another Dao-Merging Saint Emperor echoed him:

"Since everyone has agreed to this plan, we should abide by it and ignore him. If he dares to spout nonsense again, I, the Holy Emperor, will personally destroy him. I want to see what the Gu family patriarch can do to me."

Faced with the pressure from these powerful figures, Gu Nanqiao's expression became even more unpleasant. However, he also knew that there were many powerful individuals present, and he alone could not possibly contend with them.

Left with no other choice, he remained silent, but in his mind he was calculating how to increase his chances of winning.

So, Gu Nanqiao used her divine sense to send a telepathic message to Ge Zhenyue and another subordinate, and they began to search for those rogue cultivators, trying to bribe them to help them.

It must be said that the Gu family still has a certain influence. Before long, more than a dozen rogue cultivators at the Dao Cultivation Realm joined Gu Nanqiao's camp.

Next, at Zeng Zhixing's instruction, an elder of the Yanwu Holy Sect began to take the initiative to maintain order and organize each group of cultivators to obtain the Taixu Bell.

But problems arise: no one knows how strong the restrictions around the Taixu Bell are, and no one is willing to be cannon fodder.

To ensure the plan could proceed smoothly, the elders of the Yanwu Holy Sect resorted to coercion and enticement, and under such pressure, twenty rogue cultivators at the Yudao Realm were forced to become members of the first group.

Seeing this scene, Lu Chen in the crowd sneered inwardly, "It seems that this Yanwu Holy Sect is not as sacred and noble as rumored."

At this moment, although the rogue cultivators were filled with fear and unease, they were driven by the pressure of survival and their desire for treasure.

They gritted their teeth and flew down to the flat ground halfway up the mountain, surrounding the Taixu Bell from a distance of about ten meters.

A tense atmosphere filled the air. Every rogue cultivator knew that this step might be a crucial turning point on their cultivation path. Success would bring them fame and fortune, while failure could come at a heavy price.

"Are you ready?" a rogue cultivator who seemed to be the leader asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly but revealing an undeniable determination.

"Remember what Zeng Shengzi said: our goal is to get close to the Taixu Bell and then investigate the strength of the restrictions around it as much as possible. As long as we can complete this task, we may be able to find a way to break through."

The others nodded silently, without saying a word, and each began to carefully approach the Taixu Bell while circulating their own cultivation techniques.

Their steps were light and cautious, as if walking on thin ice. Everyone was focused intently, trying to catch even the slightest change in their surroundings.

As the group gradually approached the Taixu Bell, an invisible pressure began to envelop them.

At first, this feeling was not obvious, just a faint sense of oppression. The space seemed to become viscous, and each step forward required a huge amount of divine energy.

Nevertheless, these independent cultivators gritted their teeth and resolutely moved towards their goal step by step.

However, as they got closer to the Taixu Bell, the pressure became increasingly intense, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping everyone's heart.

"Hoo..." Someone couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, their voice filled with tension and unease.

He felt his heart racing, his blood surging wildly through his body, as if it were about to break free of his blood vessels.

The expressions of the others also began to turn serious, and beads of sweat kept sliding down their foreheads, but no one dared to reach out and wipe them away.

As they approached the Taixu Bell, the pressure reached its peak. Everyone could clearly feel as if they were in the center of a giant vortex, with the surrounding air seemingly compressed into a tangible form, pressing heavily on them.

Just then, "clang..." Suddenly, the Taixu Bell emitted a long and deep chime.

The sound seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, striking directly into the depths of everyone's soul.

Everyone's bodies trembled involuntarily, and then they felt an invisible force surging in like a tide, quickly enveloping them.

This power was so strong it was suffocating; even experts at the Dao Cultivation Realm found it incredibly difficult to exert themselves.

As they drew closer to the Void Bell, the pressure intensified, threatening to tear their souls apart. Several of the weaker cultivators turned pale, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

"Hold on, everyone!" a rogue cultivator who seemed to be the leader shouted. "As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to break through this barrier!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" was heard, and the foremost rogue cultivator was violently thrown back by that invisible force. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground.

Although he was not seriously injured, he was clearly severely wounded and unable to stand up for the time being.

Seeing this, the other independent cultivators felt a pang of fear, but they knew that retreating now would mean utter defeat...