As Xiao Yan's booming laughter poured down from the heavens, the three-colored lotus flame the size of a basin on his palm suddenly surged into a blazing streak, rushing straight toward Feng Qing'er above the sky! Where the flame passed, the space trembled violently, and a dark rift—like ink spilled across the void—spread out across the boundless expanse. This profound, soul-deep blackness stirred a sense of awe and astonishment in all who witnessed it. As the flame streaked forward, it seemed to draw and stir the very energy of the realm, causing gales to surge and the ambient energies to ripple and surge with unprecedented intensity. Such a spectacle left countless onlookers speechless—how could even seasoned cultivators with years of experience at the Douzong level have summoned such overwhelming power? Above, Feng Qing'er watched the lotus transforming into blazing flames and surging forward, her usually cold expression finally stirred. Within the flames, she truly felt an atmosphere of utter destruction—so powerful that even with her status, waves of astonishment surged within her. At this point, she finally realized that, from the very beginning, she had underestimated this young man, who was nearly her own age. She had always believed that Xiao Yan's astonishing feats were merely the result of external assistance. Yet now, with the terrifying three-colored fire lotus appearing before her, no matter how unwilling she might be, she had to swiftly elevate her regard for Xiao Yan. Otherwise, she would surely end up bearing the brunt of the consequences herself. Her bright eyes were fixed upon the three-colored lotus of fire that sliced through the sky, stirring countless surges of energy and spatial rifts along its path. Her delicate face grew steadily serious, and with a swift motion of her jade hands, the sweeping black light that had been sweeping across the heavens reversed like a lightning bolt and flew back. Amidst the gazes of countless onlookers, it reentered the vast, ethereal black phoenix behind her. After enveloping Feng Qing'er's body, the profound black light also began to ripple and surge, eventually coalescing into a massive black great bell several dozen zhang in height! The bell was exceptionally large and uniformly black, with a black phoenix in full flight intricately carved upon its surface. Thick, eerie black flames continuously rose from the phoenix's body. This great bell was quite unusual—though formed entirely of energy, it appeared more tangible and real than a physical object, with its flowing black light indistinguishable from that of a solid, material entity. The suddenly materialized black giant bell immediately drew a wave of astonishment across the entire hall. From a distance, it exuded an unmistakable, unshakable aura of terrifying strength—imagine the sheer solidity of this behemoth. It was surely impervious to even the full-force attacks of top-tier battle cultivators. "The Phoenix Demon Bell..." The four senior masters on the platform gazed intently at the massive black bell, their faces expressing a clear sense of gravity. In the ranks of qualified elite cultivators, the name of this artifact carried considerable prestige. "It's said that this Phoenix Bell is a combat technique inherited since ancient times by the Celestial Phoenix Clan. It was created by a senior Celestial Phoenix master who had reached the level of Battle Saint. The defense it offers is exceptionally formidable, and it also enables the wielder to unleash powerful, piercing sonic attacks—making it a balanced, formidable defense that is extremely difficult to break. It's the Celestial Phoenix Clan's signature strength, and few peers of the same level have managed to overcome it. However, this young one clearly still only grasps the basics. If the elder masters of the Celestial Phoenix Clan were to demonstrate it, the entire hundred-mile radius would be enveloped within the Bell's reach, and with its resonance, all life within would be utterly destroyed..." The Sword Sovereign murmured in admiration, stroking his beard. "Unfortunately, though, this Sacred Image Phoenix Bell requires the bloodline vitality of the Celestial Phoenix Clan to be activated." Master Huangquan's gaze subtly shimmered with warmth, then he sighed with a touch of regret. At their level, few things could truly captivate them anymore—yet this sacred image of the Divine Phoenix Bell stood out as exceptional. With his own strength, if he activated the Divine Phoenix Bell, he could very well single-handedly match and hold his own against two equally powerful Battle Sovereigns. "Master Huangquan, don't lose your head now. The treasures of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan—best avoid them as much as possible. Those beings even won't allow their own clan members' bodies to be touched, let alone such precious battle techniques!" Brother Lei smiled calmly. Upon hearing this, Master Huangquan's expression slightly shifted, then he smiled reassuringly, saying, "Just joking. I certainly haven't become that foolish." The Heavenly Phoenix Clan's standing within the Beast Realm was much like that of the Dan Towers and the Soul Palaces in the Central Region—unparalleled and transcendent. Their strength was truly formidable. Though Huangquan Pavilion was no weak force, it still fell short when compared to the Clan's. "Though the Phoenix Bell is strong, mere surface strength still falls short of making a significant impact..." The Wind Sovereign glanced at the massive Phoenix Bell, offering a gentle smile. No one disputed his words. While Feng Qing'er's Phoenix Bell was indeed powerful, the unusual tri-color lotus flame within it was equally formidable—especially the subtle force of destruction it carried, which even the Thunder Sovereign, such a formidable being, could not help but feel subtly stirred by. With the keen eyesight of Master Lei and the others, they naturally knew that this clash would determine the victor of the current encounter. Yet, as for who would ultimately prevail, even they could not yet predict with certainty. As the tone of Zhong Yin just began to rise, a deep voice followed immediately, and at the same instant, the three-colored lotus flame, the size of a basin, quietly exploded. The sound of this explosion was not particularly loud, yet the sudden surge of the three-colored flame waves rose like a colossal wave in the ocean, crashing forth with overwhelming force. The entire sky transformed instantly into a realm of fire. The temperature soared rapidly; in some areas of the distant Fenglei Mountain range, the intense heat caused the land to ignite, sending plumes of smoke soaring into the heavens. The waves of fire, sweeping across the sky like a vast canopy, completely obscured the sky. The thick layer of dark clouds atop Fenglei Mountain was entirely evaporated at this moment, and the lightning within them—now fleeing like mice encountering a cat—dashed and scattered as they were swept away by the three-colored flames. At the very instant the three-colored lotus burst, the Fenglei Mountain itself became disordered. On the Lei Mountain, countless people were drenched in sweat, their qi completely unable to shield the intense heat. All of them stared in open astonishment at the endless expanse of tri-colored flames soaring above them, their hearts and minds trembling with awe. If this inferno moved just a little further downward, the entire Lei Mountain would surely be utterly consumed. By the side of Lord Lei, Fei Tian was equally stunned. The three-colored strange flames blazing across the sky, spreading like a wildfire, made his face look especially comical. Under the surge of these three-colored lotus flames, even he could feel an all-encompassing, bone-deep sense of danger. Should he face such attacks, he might indeed survive thanks to his own strength—but at a significant cost. "This young man is truly formidable," Fei Tian breathed deeply, his expression growing steadily more serious. In that moment, the weight of Xiao Yan in his heart rapidly increased. Countless sets of eyes were stunned, fixed upon the blazing inferno in the sky. At the very center of the fire, a towering black clock stood firm, though upon its surface, waves of black light rippled out in concentric energy ripples under the surge of the three-hued flame waves.