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The explanation regarding the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul was quite clear. Wei Chen, the White Out, and the Dark Mage also understood the implications of the White Out.
In fact, the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul might make the Dark Mage feel a bit uncomfortable, as he was already the master of the Eastern Emperor Bell. The Eastern Emperor Bell Soul's disregard for him seemed to imply that the current master of the Eastern Emperor Bell was not up to par.
However, the Dark Mage was immersed in the joy of having recognized the artifact as his own. To him, being acknowledged by such a powerful artifact was a great blessing, a fortune earned over many lifetimes. Why would he care about what the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul thought?
Regardless of what the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul had to say, it was all irrelevant to the Dark Mage. When faced with him, wouldn't he still have to respectfully call him "master"? Whatever commands he issued, wouldn't they have to be followed diligently? Now, with the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul expressing momentary dissatisfaction, the Dark Mage remained calm and fully understood.
Moreover, he knew how difficult it was for an artifact to recognize its master. Since the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul had initiated the recognition process for the Eastern Emperor Bell, what more could be said? This was enough proof that the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul approved of him. The slight disdain it showed now was merely a form of encouragement.
The Dark Mage considered himself an elder and a senior figure, but in front of the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul, which had existed for countless millennia, he felt like just a latecomer. As a junior, being looked down upon by Senior Liu was quite normal. Why bother quarreling with someone like Senior Liu?
You may think you have seniority, but in reality, there are many who are far more qualified than you. It's always wise to be humble and low-key; after all, the world only believes in successful individuals and kings. Qualifications are not that important. Perhaps at times they can provide a slight advantage, but that's not a long-term solution; combat strength is what truly matters.
The Dark Mage felt that being looked down upon by the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul was inconsequential. Such remarks would only spur him on to work harder and cultivate better to become stronger. For someone with a steadfast heart, being belittled is not necessarily a bad thing; often it can serve as a positive motivation.
In contrast to the Dark Mage's perspective, Wei Chen did not feel much about what the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul said. The fact remained that there was nothing wrong with its statement: mastering an artifact indicated great power and strong bloodline abilities. However, in terms of horizontal comparison, the bloodline strength of the Dark Mage did not match that of Wei Chen, Yan Qiqi, or Demon Lotus Emperor.
Yet, the Dark Mage possessed an advantage that none of them could compare to.
He had extensive experience and unwavering resolve filled with insights gained from years of existence. This calmness and perspective were qualities that Wei Chen, Yan Qiqi, and Demon Lotus Emperor lacked. The Eastern Emperor Bell Soul chose the Dark Mage partly due to this consideration.
No matter how confused or indecisive it might have been during selection, once the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul made a decision, it would unwaveringly uphold that choice; that was a fundamental principle for artifact spirits.
Wei Chen pondered for a moment before looking at the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul and said lightly, “Alright then, please teach my grandfather how to control the Eastern Emperor Bell properly so he can practice here.”
“Not a problem,” replied the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul calmly.
Typically, artifact spirits are very polite and respectful towards their masters; however, in Wei Chen's case, the Eastern Emperor Bell Soul was an exception. There was no particular reason for this—simply put, it disliked Reprint and wanted to usurp Reprint's position as leader. Thus, it often targeted Wei Chen with coldness as if he had sullied its beloved...
Wei Chen rearranged the misty barrier, ensuring that the Dark Mage was completely safe before he felt at ease to leave. In reality, his actions were entirely unnecessary; with the Dark Mage's strength, how could he possibly encounter any opponents in the Soul World? The primary function of that barrier was likely just to prevent ordinary people from approaching or seeing what was inside. After all, the Dark Mage's Mental Strength was his Achilles' heel; if someone were to probe with their Mental Strength, he might not be able to detect it. With the barrier in place, unless it was Wei Chen himself, no one else's Mental Strength could penetrate into the barrier.
The Dark Mage began to familiarize himself with the use of the Eastern Emperor Bell under its guidance, gradually becoming more adept and enamored with it over time. Such a powerful weapon would delight any warrior.
After leaving the Dark Mage, Wei Chen returned to Shenzhou. With a thought, he summoned the Magic Stone from his room in the Peach Blossom Sect into his hand.
That Magic Stone bore only the name "Magic Stone," but it had been named by the Demon Lotus Emperor; in reality, it had nothing to do with the energy Magic Stones found in the Demon Realm.
Wei Chen opened the Magic Stone Space and pulled Old Man Han Mang out from within.
Old Man Han Mang was quite frustrated. After collaborating with Wei Chen to set up a formation that brought down the red sun and resolved the Solar Crisis within the Magic Stone Space, Wei Chen had vanished. The powerful Divine Dragon had also disappeared without a trace. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find them and could only sit anxiously by the edge of the deep pit inside the Magic Stone Space, waiting for Wei Chen's return.
Fortunately, even though Wei Chen had been gone for a long time, it had only been a little over three days in the Soul World. The passage of time in the Magic Stone Space matched that of the Soul World.
When Wei Chen pulled Old Man Han Mang out, he found him quietly meditating by the edge of the pit, wondering when Wei Chen would emerge. He felt a bit anxious but realized that since not much time had passed, his worry wasn't overwhelming. Deep down, he still felt some peace. If time in the Magic Stone Space had matched Wei Chen's experience exactly, Old Man Han Mang might have aged and died there without ever seeing Wei Chen again or being able to leave on his own.
While he was meditating, Old Man Han Mang suddenly felt an immense pulling force enveloping him. In an instant, he found himself standing before Wei Chen.
Opening his eyes, Old Man Han Mang immediately spotted Wei Chen.
He exclaimed joyfully, "Son! Where have you been? What happened? What’s with that big hole? And where is that Divine Dragon?"
However, Old Man Han Mang quickly sensed something was off; how could there be so many powerful people around Wei Chen?
He released a bit of his Mental Strength and instantly turned pale, nearly fainting from shock. There were so many people—top-tier experts whose strength he couldn't even gauge!
Old Man Han Mang plopped down onto the ground as he realized that countless beings capable of easily killing him surrounded them. They covered the Soul World like a blanket, shrouding thousands of miles around Peach Blossom Sect in darkness. Even during daylight, it felt eerie and filled with murderous intent!
"Am I seeing things? Am I dreaming?" Old Man Han Mang muttered to himself as he pinched his thigh hard.
It hurt a lot; this was no illusion, no dream...
"This isn't a dream... Could it be real? My goodness, so many powerful beings! What does this mean? Where did all these strong individuals come from? It feels like any one of them could easily destroy the Soul World!"
Old Man Han Mang stood up, his face pale as he looked at Wei Chen and whispered, "Child, what on earth is going on? Who are they?"
"They're all my subordinates," Wei Chen replied with a grin, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart. Before the Dark Mage appeared, Old Man Han Mang had cared for him like a grandfather, and Wei Chen had always treated him as his own grandparent.
Although to Old Man Han Mang it seemed like only a few years had passed, for Wei Chen, it had been over a hundred years.
After such a long time apart, Old Man Han Mang hadn't changed at all in appearance—still as... ugly as ever!
Hahaha!
Wei Chen chuckled inwardly; it felt like a long-awaited reunion, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
Hearing Wei Chen's words, Old Man Han Mang looked incredulous. He dug at his ears and said softly, "Child, you can mess around with food, but not with words!"
"What? You don't believe they're my subordinates? Can't you sense that my strength has grown immensely?" Wei Chen teased as he looked at Old Man Han Mang.
Old Man Han Mang squinted at Wei Chen for a moment, growing increasingly alarmed.
He could clearly see Wei Chen's presence, but when he tried to perceive him with Mental Strength, Wei Chen inexplicably vanished without a trace... Yet he was right in front of him, smiling brightly!
What on earth was happening?
Old Man Han Mang was utterly perplexed.
"Old man, stop doubting. They are all my subordinates. A lot has happened during my disappearance, and my current strength... well, it’s that of a god from the Soul World and the Upper Realm," Wei Chen said calmly.
"To put it simply, every world you know, have heard of, or can imagine, all the Spatial Planes are under my control or will soon be," Wei Chen continued.
Old Man Han Mang was stunned. Although reason told him this was completely impossible, that it was just Sword Mountain, he couldn't help but believe it. After all, Wei Chen was so strong, and the people around him looked at him with eyes full of admiration!
Old Man Han Mang couldn't wrap his head around it. How could such a massive change happen to one person in such a short time?
Next, Wei Chen selected parts of his experiences and transmitted them like a grand film into Old Man Han Mang's Sea of Consciousness. Endless Divine Realm, Ancient World, Three Major Spatial Dimensions, Divine Realm System, Star Power Physical Deification, the peak of martial arts Transcended the Mortal Realm and Saint Level, the pinnacle of swordsmanship Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin and the unity of man and sword—he conveyed all these essential elements without missing a beat.
Old Man Han Mang remained dazed for a long time. As an old relic of the Soul World, understanding so much was indeed quite challenging for him!
"Old man, don’t just stand there. Is it really that hard to comprehend? You can think of my experiences as mythological stories; they’re quite fascinating, aren’t they?" Wei Chen said with a faint smile.
Old Man Han Mang blinked rapidly and said, "Son, now that you’re so impressive, what about my benefits?"
Wow, asking for benefits right off the bat?
Wei Chen was speechless. In his memory, Old Man Han Mang wasn't that kind of person!
"What benefits do you want?"
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