Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Minor Accomplishment of Holy Power

A gleaming golden copper bell.

The copper bell radiated an unparalleled brilliance, emanating an indescribable holy power. This was the Holy Bell.

Beside it lay a corpse, a sword light piercing through its brow. Even in death, its eyes remained wide open. The body and the bell were closely connected—this corpse had likely been its master.

Zhang Yang’s excitement stemmed from the intricate patterns glowing on the Holy Bell’s surface. As he gazed at them, they instinctively resonated with his Diamond Dragon Holy Power.

Upon closer examination, he realized that the so-called patterns were not mere decorative engravings—they were ancient characters.

Each one depicted the word "power."

In other words, the seemingly ornamental designs on the Holy Bell concealed the true essence of this sacred treasure.

It was a holy artifact that specialized in the way of holy power.

For as long as he could remember, Zhang Yang had pursued nothing but strength, discarding everything else.

He had ignored secret techniques and forbidden arts without hesitation.

Even though his understanding of the path of a saint allowed him to grasp certain saintly laws, he had never been interested in spending endless time deciphering vague truths.

He only cared about power.

And now, standing before the Holy Bell, he felt as though he had finally found something that truly resonated with him.

Only holy power was something he could not resist.

He took a deep breath, standing firm in front of the Holy Bell, fully immersing himself in its presence.

At that moment, he even forgot Shui Lianyi’s warnings.

All that mattered was comprehension.

With his Diamond Dragon Holy Power and his increasingly profound understanding of the path of a saint, grasping the mysteries within was not as difficult as he had imagined. Before long, he blended into it completely.

Due to the ultimate release of the Holy Bell’s master at the moment of his death in battle, the bell seemed to fully unveil the wonders of holy power before him.

The comprehension was challenging, yet not overwhelmingly so.

He progressed steadily.

Slowly, he began to understand some of the mysteries surrounding holy power.

"My Diamond Dragon Holy Power is merely a preliminary glimpse into the beauty of holy power."

"The true path of holy power is still far beyond my reach."

"If I can make further breakthroughs, I will achieve a minor accomplishment in holy power. After that comes major accomplishment, and finally, the ultimate perfection of holy power."

"The master of this Holy Bell had achieved major accomplishment in holy power, yet he never reached its perfect form. Only at the moment of death was he able to unleash its full potential. Ironically, due to the space-time confinement, he never witnessed the true terror of the strongest holy power."

This thought made Zhang Yang reflect deeply.

It strengthened his resolve.

Being able to initially grasp holy power meant he had been on the right path all along. He simply needed to delve deeper to grow stronger.

Even his initial glimpse of holy power had already allowed him to dominate all those in the Touching Heaven realm.

What about minor accomplishment in holy power?

What about major accomplishment?

And what would perfect holy power be like?

Just the thought of it excited and thrilled him.

Perhaps the possibility of sweeping through the saints’ realm from the immeasurable stage was not just a fantasy—it could become reality.

He continued meditating, gradually unraveling the wonders of the Holy Bell, which shone brilliantly before him.

Then, at a certain moment, a deep dragon’s roar echoed within him. Holy Might surged around him, and a faint golden light emerged, radiating pure holy brilliance—clear evidence of further progress.

He opened his eyes, golden holy light flickering within them, and an undisguised excitement spread across his face.

"Minor accomplishment in holy power!"

"This wasn’t easy. I achieved it step by step, through sheer effort."

"How long has it been?"

He shook his head, completely unaware of the passage of time.

His entire being had been immersed in comprehension, unable to perceive time’s flow.

"Major accomplishment in holy power is still too profound—I cannot grasp it just yet. But even minor accomplishment is enough… it’s three to four times stronger than the initial glimpse of holy power!"

"If the Seventh Prince hasn’t undergone another major transformation, I could easily defeat him with a single punch."

A surge of confidence filled him at that moment.

He ceased his meditation and gazed at the Holy Bell, his desire to take it growing stronger.

With this Holy Bell in his possession, he could continue gaining insights, increasing his chances of achieving perfect holy power before reaching the ninth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm. Moreover, he could enhance his other divine powers as well.

Just imagine—if he wielded the combined might of ten holy powers in battle, what a sight that would be!

Any opponent would be crushed with a single punch, leaving no opportunity for a second strike, unless their realm was vastly superior to his.

He stared at the Holy Bell, and an overwhelming urge to claim it surged within him.

"Shui Lianyi warned me not to touch anything—doing so would shatter the space-time confinement and unleash unimaginable terror."

"This is frustrating."

"I really want this Holy Bell."

For a long time, he stood there, struggling against his desire. Then, with a deep breath, he finally chose to let go.

It felt like yet another trial of the heart.

Previously, he had been tested by witnessing things far beyond his current level, sharpening his will.

This time, it was a test of resisting temptation.

When he finally made the decision to give up, he felt an unexpected sense of relief.

Resisting the allure of the Holy Bell allowed him to move forward with a clear mind, no longer easily swayed by emotions.

Before long, he encountered the Ghost King Guards—and they were saints.

The discovery sent a jolt of shock through him.

Ghost King Guards, creatures almost devoid of intelligence, were nothing more than cold, lifeless weapons driven by a will to fight—yet they had ascended to the saint level?

The implications were terrifying.

It made him realize that the Ghostly Divine Platform was far more dreadful than he had ever imagined.

The mere fact that the Ghost King Guards had reached the saint level was proof that the Ghostly Divine Platform possessed the power to dominate the entire Southern Region.

As he pressed on, he came across war statues—remnants of the Ghostly Divine Platform’s former might. Though shattered, traces of holy power still emanated from them.

This time, he took a closer look at their structure.

Various divine materials surrounded him.

Many of them were unfamiliar, but he forced himself to memorize their details. If given the chance, he wouldn’t mind helping his one and only Great Boundless ascend.

As he moved forward, he encountered yet another sight—one of relentless slaughter.

A shocking sight unfolded. Amidst the shattered world, a mountain still towered over the area, a testament to its extraordinary nature. Above it, a waterfall defied gravity, flowing upward against the current, drawing Zhang Yang toward it.

He saw a blue-haired goddess engaged in battle with a saint from the Ghostly Divine Platform.

The further he went, the more saints of the Ghostly Divine Platform he encountered.

It seemed that the saints of the Ghostly Divine Platform were at the heart of the conflict.

As he searched, he never once saw God King Taiyi. Occasionally, he spotted individuals with purple hair, but none bore the starry mark on their foreheads.

Only those who possessed both characteristics could be the legendary first saint, God King Taiyi, from a thousand years ago.

The battlefield was vast.

Countless saints fought, and the sheer scale of the battle was immense—otherwise, the aftermath of a single saint’s clash would have interfered with another’s.

"Eh?"

As Zhang Yang walked, he suddenly sensed something and curiously turned toward the empty space above his left side.

At first, he didn’t think much of it—it was just a drop of blood.

On a battlefield like this, where the void was already filled with blood, most of it belonging to saints, there was nothing unusual about it.

Yet, as he passed by the drop of blood, he unexpectedly detected a faint trace of life energy.

For a moment, he thought it was an illusion.

But upon closer inspection, the presence of life energy was unmistakable.

This was astonishing.

In this place, where space-time was confined, all eruptive forces felt restrained. Even the saints themselves did not seem like flesh-and-blood beings but rather statues frozen in time.

For something to suddenly radiate life energy was truly bizarre.

The key factor was Zhang Yang’s own heightened senses—far sharper than others’. It allowed him to detect this faint energy, something no one else would have noticed.

Now, he fully understood why Shui Lianyi had sought his help. Everything in this place revolved around the holy war, requiring someone with Holy Might to prevent the world from rejecting him. Even if his Holy Might stemmed solely from Diamond Dragon Holy Power, it was enough.

Because of this, even a mere drop of blood exuding life energy stood out, its presence transmitted through the Holy Might that permeated the heavens and earth.

He stepped closer to examine it carefully.

At first, he couldn’t discern anything.

Gathering his Nine Extremes True Essence, he focused his energy, peering deeper.

At that moment, a powerful impulse surged within him—an overwhelming urge to destroy the drop of blood. It was an instinctual feeling, incredibly strong and urgent.