er skirt. But how many are actually fortunate enough to experience her grace It's a small number indeed.On a luxuriously decorated rocking bed, a middle-aged man stood naked, his expression fervent a...The Seven Hates Demon Lord wanted to escape the fate of returning under the rule of the Demon Ancestor. There were two obvious ways to do so.

One way, of course, is to prevent the Demon Ancestor from returning by every means possible and disrupting its plan to return.

The second way is to have another magic skill replace the 《Seven Hates Demon Skill》 once again, pushing the Seven Hates Demon Lord out of the eight spots needed for the return of the Demon Ancestor.

Qisha Mojun's clue about the "Bitter Sea Eternal Fall Desire Demon Technique" for Jiang Wang also inadvertently made Jiang Wang reconsider his own thoughts. Since then, he has regained true freedom and has more possibilities for advancement.

But Jiang Wang was determined not to become the Demon Lord no matter what.

Today he sat in the Hall of Three Punishments of the Heavenly Tribunal, requesting three masters of the Legalist school to witness, and he offered himself no third choice—

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Either succeed or die a martyr's death.

He has personally slain true demons, and he has also witnessed the birth of true demons with his own eyes. He has a certain degree of understanding of demons.

A true demon acknowledges, from the heart, that they are a demon. They no longer consider themselves human and measure the world only by demonic standards.

Just like the Ghost Dragon Demon King Ao Kui. Although he is still so despicable, shameless, cruel and wicked, he is still that Ao Kui. Even towards the demon race, he is not entirely loyal, but he sees himself as a demon, and will not regard himself as a ghost or dragon (except when the situation requires it).

This is more like a fundamental change in self-awareness.

In Jiang Wang's view, falling demon and eternal reincarnation have no difference. They both retain everything, including memory, but lose their self-awareness. The only difference is that the latter follows the path of heaven's decree, while the former adheres to the meaning of existence as a "demon".

He has already experienced the feeling of becoming a celestial being, now he wants to feel the sensation of falling into demonhood.

He broke free from the depths of Heaven's Path twice, and now he must...break free from the demon.

In this unprecedented and formidable challenge, I transcend to become the truest version of myself.

He is not "knowing that something cannot be done, yet doing it," he is "knowing its difficulty and believing himself capable of overcoming it."

The Dharma Hall is not a prison, but the human heart confines itself within walls.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged in the main hall, with the Samādhi True Furnace suspended before him. Inside the furnace was "The Sutra of Eternal Torment in the Sea of Suffering and Demonic Magic", while his left hand formed the Heavenly Wind Dao Seal, resting flat on his lap. His right hand held his index and middle finger upright before the Samādhi True Furnace.

This is the Sword Point Furnace.

That pitch-black demonic cultivation manual, in the furnace swirling and bobbing, wisps of black demonic intent, like smoke, shrouded everything.

Among them, there was a wisp that was exceptionally slender. At this very moment, it left the scroll of demonic arts and was drawn out of the Samādhi True Furnace, suspending itself at the tip of Jiang Wang's erect sword finger, twisting like a spirit snake. A grotesquely wide grin that occasionally appeared proved its origin from the Joy Demon.

The three masters of the Legalist school all stared at Jiang Wang, not taking their eyes off him for a moment. Their gazes were particularly heavy at this moment—don't underestimate this wisp of demonic intent, once it flies out of here and falls into the mortal world, it will be like a dragon entering the sea. With its complete demonic cultivation, the danger it poses will far surpass what Zhi Ning could compare to.

Jiang Wang, of course, wouldn't allow this trace of demonic intent to wander freely for long. Concentrating his gaze, he could see that its exterior was always enveloped in a layer of golden firelight. It was just too subtle and hard to notice.

The heart is the fire of the lord, also known as the divine fire, its name is Shang Mei.

After completing the full version of "Bitter Sea Eternal Hell Demonic Technique," it wasn't easy to extract this strand of Happy Demon intent on its own. It took Jiang Wang three whole days and nights to accomplish it.

Then, the true fire enveloped the Joy Demon's intent, using the sword as a furnace and the heart's fire as fuel, with heavenly wind as assistance. The lengthy refining process began once more.

For this first wisp of magic's refining, Jiang Wangrong spent nine days—a precious nine days for someone with his current lifespan. To be able to carve out nine days of time speaks volumes about the importance of this step.

He was not flustered, although death was imminent.

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He closed his eyes in meditation, allowing days and months to flow by.

Han Shentou originally didn't believe that Jiang Wang would succeed. He was a Legalist cultivator, who didn't talk about "belief," only evidence and facts. The fact is that there has never been a clear historical record of anyone escaping the ultimate demonic power.

But looking at Jiang Wang, who remained calm and collected during these three days and nights, showing not a trace of anxiety, he inexplicably felt a sense of belief in his heart.

Only a person of great wisdom and courage can remain so composed in the face of death.

Perhaps...it's really possible

At a certain moment, the ruler of Guitian Palace suddenly raised his eyes!

He heard a long, drawn-out bell toll and saw a monk with a broken eyebrow standing in the air above the Execution Cliff.

The monk's voice, carried by the temple bell, entered the Dharma Hall. His words were: "Mount Sumeru enlightened, specially sending the 'Knowing Hearing Bell' to the Sanxing Palace, to protect Grand Master Jiang! Those who are left behind on the Heavenly River ferry... are those who receive incense on Mount Sumeru! Throughout eternity, the Zen sect remembers him and hopes he hears this!"

Hear ye, the news chimes!

Han Shen was astonished!

The Sanxing Palace emphasizes "no private law" and "clear legal punishment according to the canon."

Jiang Wang practiced demonic arts in the Sanxing Palace to break free from his karmic retribution. He requested the three True Lords of the Legalist sect to supervise him, saying that if he failed to subdue the demon, he would die.

Although this matter was Jiang Wang's own volition and there was no entanglement, the Legalists could not ignore it and punish him without informing the public.

It's not just because "acting without prior warning" goes against the principle of punishment in the Three Palaces, but also because if this matter is dealt with privately in the legal hall, it would be disrespectful to the contributions and prestige of the current Heavenly Emperor and the members of the Tai Xu Pavilion.

Those renowned throughout the world should not die in a dark room.

They openly declared this matter, expounding the law and reasoning to the world.

Han Shentou had thought that some people might come to watch at Tianxingya, but he didn't expect Mount Sumeru to directly send the town mountain treasure to protect Jiang Wang!

What reverence this is!

He took a step out of the Dharma Hall, soaring above the Execution Cliff. He stood opposite Master Zhào Guò.

The two exchanged greetings of courtesy.

And a copper bell, no bigger than a thumb, swayed and flew past him, into the Heavenly Execution Cliff, towards those who were in quiet contemplation within the Hall of Law.

May he hear it!

Han Shentu was about to say something when he saw, behind the imposing figure of Zhango Zen Master, fiery clouds like flames rolling in from afar. On those clouds stood the Duke of Nanchu.

Behind Zuo Xiao stood a pair of attendants as beautiful as spring flowers and autumn moon. Both men and women were peerless in appearance, famous throughout the land. Behind them were four fiery steeds pulling a magnificent carriage. A beautiful woman in palace attire sat inside, raising her curtain from afar to pay her respects.

Nearly never leaving the capital Chu, let alone traveling as far as Shao Garden, the Great Chu Jade Rhyme Princess has today journeyed to Tianxing Cliff!

Han Shen Tu only then realized that perhaps he was not as worldly-wise as Wu Bing, or had underestimated the storm that Jiang Wang's name could stir up.

"Hearing that Jiang Wang is cultivating in the Sanxing Palace, seeking enlightenment for a whole autumn, I'm here to witness the results of this autumn." Zuo Xiao said softly, "The old man has brought his family and wants to see this autumn's outcome with his own eyes. Please rest assured, Master Han, we will just be watching from outside the mountain and will not interfere with the Sanxing Palace's affairs."

Longing reverberated in the vast expanse of Jing Guo, a mournful cry for Zuo Guanglie. Though none from the Zuo family ventured to Zhongyu, all heard that single anguished call.

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Though the person is gone, my heart still remembers them.

"My lord is being too courteous. Today, at Heavenly Execution Cliff, no one is restrained. The Three Punishments Palace oversees the world, and it should also be overseen by the world. I—" Han Shen stopped mid-sentence and turned his head again.

But just then, a seven-colored cloud chariot descended from the clouds, and on it were all three generations of the Qing Xiaosans, the leader.

Ye Qingyu bowed from afar, but she maintained her composure.

Jiang An'an hugged the railing, lost in thought.

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Ye Lingxiao, usually so carefree, today had a hint of solemnity in his demeanor. He clasped his hands together and said, "I hear that True Man Jiang is going to prove the Dao at Tiān Xíng Yá. Lingxiao Pavilion has come to pay their respects."

It could be said that Jiang Wang is here to testify... It could also be said that way.

May your wishes come true!

Han Shentu had only returned a salute when he saw the long sky torn apart—

Dongguo Jiang Mengxiong, who had been missing for a long time, emerged from the rift in the sky that day.

Just suspended there, motionless and silent.

The pair of world-renowned Iron Fists were already on their fists.

Han Shentou's eyelid twitched: "This is the Dongguo Army God"

"Oh." Jiang Mengxiong said nonchalantly, "Come and have a look."

Han Shentou looked very serious: "Jiang Wang is challenging the magic skill here, attracting attention from all over the world. Even the God of War has seen it. So many people have come today. In such a situation, you better make your position clear. Otherwise, at a critical moment, with your current strength, we might have to advise you to leave in advance."

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Come on, if he doesn't force Jiang Mengxiong to take a stand, what will Jiang Mengxiong do when Jiang Wang falls into demonic possession

To put it plainly, this is a reckless and audacious act. But the "willfulness" of hegemonic powers has always been commonplace. Who would dare to gamble on that one in a million chance

“Oh, my attitude is very simple,” Jiang Mengxiong finally said seriously. “The Emperor at home called me over to keep watch here. After all, Jiang Wang has done good for the world and humanity—if he turns into a demon, I will kill him with my fist. If he ascends the path of cultivation, I cannot stop anyone from helping him.”

Even facing Jiang Mengxiong, who represented the mighty state of Qi, and despite Jiang Mengxiong's respectful attitude, Han Shentu did not soften his legalist stance: "If he succeeds in cultivation, everyone will rejoice. If he becomes a demon, then we needn't trouble the divine armies. That is the responsibility of the Legalists."

The opulent carriage behind Zuo Guangshu and Qu Shunhua had its crimson curtains drawn back again.

The first time she came to Tianxingya, the long princess Dachu Yunyuan waved towards the seven-colored flag cloud car: "An'an, come here to your aunt. The carriage brought many pastries, all your favorites."

Jiang An'an certainly wouldn't have an appetite right now.

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But she thought of this being a close relative of her elder brother, and thinking that she had grown up herself, she said goodbye to Old Mr. Ye and Sister Qingyu, forcing herself to cheer up and flew over to Xiong Jingyu's side.

She flew gracefully, her path beneath her feet like a hidden trail among clouds. This displayed the elegance and refinement of a distinguished family. She greeted them politely: "Grandpa Zuo, Brother Guangshu, Sister Shunhua...Mother-in-law."

Everyone felt pity for him.

Xiong Jingyu took her hand and led her into the luxurious carriage.

On the outside it doesn't look like much, but inside it is extremely luxurious and grand, just like a palace.

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"Don't worry," said Da Chu Yu Yun, the Long Princess, in a gentle voice. "We have prepared for all the possible methods in the world, and we won't encounter the worst outcome. Your brother, a person like him, as long as it's not the worst outcome, he can fight for the best future."

Jiang An'an didn't know what Zuo Shi had prepared. She just felt that Xiong's mother was very amiable.

Over there and everywhere, people were still talking. Then a gong sounded, echoing through the Heavenly Punishment Cliff.

This voice is exceptionally vibrant, cleansing the heart chamber. It's like rain washing away the gray mist, turning the sea of suffering into a path back to oneself.

All eyes were on him.

But behold! A gigantic bronze bell soared through the sky, with a gaunt and skeletal monk standing atop it. Though thin he was, his skin was as hard as copper and his bones as iron. He opened his mouth, his voice booming louder than the bell's clang, rolling like thunder: "The suffering of Xuan Kong Temple has reached its peak. By order of our Abbot, I, Wen Zhong, have been sent to Tianxing Cliff to protect True Person Jiang! The true teachings of the Three Jewels, the fruit of enlightenment. My heart is pure and bright, as I proclaim!"

I hear the bell!

Ku Jue went to face his death only after leaving Xu Kong Temple.

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After Jiang Wangjian had slain the Six True Ones, he never again went to Xuankong Temple. It could be said that their old ties were severed; he only occasionally exchanged letters with Jingli.

This watch I received is truly a surprise.

Whether it was Master Kuiming who saw something, or the young monk rolling around playfully,

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Han Shentou had already clearly seen the possibility of Jiang Wang's success—if all this was part of his plan.

I view the bell as a tool for enlightenment, seeking truth within. When used to dispel demons and illusions, it is perfectly appropriate.

He bowed slightly, of course not stopping him.

And suffering from illness, he sealed the mark of Buddha's heart and chanted softly: "I hear the Heavenly Heart, Master Jiang Zhen will surely not fall into demonic ways."

Though it was a low voice, it sounded like rolling thunder.

Before the crowd could fully digest the news, a laughter echoed from afar, overlapping with the fading thunderclap: "Oh dear, it seems I'm the last one to arrive."

In a divine ceremonial robe, Tu Hu seemed to have emerged from the celestial light.

A gentle and knowing smile played on his face, as if nothing in the world could surprise him. He knew all that had passed, and thus could shape the future to his will.

And behind him, followed a man of resplendent attire, dazzlingly handsome like a god—Zhao Ru Cheng, carrying a bronze bell in his hand.

Rumors spread throughout the ages.

From the day Guangwen Yexia Mum Dian was completed, the Guangwen Bell, which had almost never rung truly or left Minhe Temple, was moved from the grassland to Tianxingya!

And Tu Hu continued, "The Great Shepherd, the priest Tu Hu, accompanied by Min He and Zhao Ruocheng, the head of the temple at Minhe Temple, specially sent this broad-sounding bell here to protect Master Jiang!"

However, on this single trip out, Zhao Ru Cheng's "period of investigation" was erased, and he was directly appointed as the head priest of the Minhe Temple.

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Speaking of which, this was also his first official appearance after taking charge of the country's diplomacy. However, it was held in such a setting—although it was only for Jiang Wangzhi's testimony and people gathered here, the scale of the event was no less grand than any major alliance meeting in the world.

Within and outside the Heavenly Punishment Cliff, there was a moment of stunned silence.

Even the sound of Lianna's stone no longer rang.

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Three bells guarding the way, unprecedented in history!

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If we truly want to trace back the origins and discuss definitive history, it would lead us to the time of the Buddha's life. He walked with three robes, preached his Dharma throughout the universe, and saved all beings.

Since the time when the World-Honored One left behind his three treasures, they have branched out and spread throughout the world, with each Buddha Dharma expounding upon its own. For countless millennia since then, the Three Jewels have never been reunited again.

What power could possibly bring together these three nearly impossible-to-gather bells

Zhao Rucheng disregarded what others thought, nor did he care if they were watching him. He held the bell and pushed it inside: "Third brother! This morning, I achieved enlightenment here, and we should let the world know!"

He pushed the clock, just like many years ago, pushing Jiang Wang out the door—Third Brother! The world is vast, don't just focus on cultivation!

Big brother three, you just go forward. Just keep going forward!

Ding—

Knowing, hearing, and widely knowing, the three bells chime together.

Three Hearings, Three Buddhas' Faith, reunited after countless eons. Today, they resonate on Heavenly Penalty Cliff.

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>idn't have any fancy leg techniques and wasn't planning on kicking the sea beast to death.The real offensive isn't here.A thousand divine souls, like snakes, surged from the depths of its inner palace...