The sturdy man and the others stepped forward and began communicating with the Nine Immortals Bell to receive the recognition of the immortal souls, obtaining this great weapon. Since they now knew it was impossible to take the bell by force, they could only communicate with it and obtain the recognition of the immortal souls, which depended on their fate. A blood battle was thus avoided. Chen Fan looked at the Nine Immortals Bell. Dense runes covered its surface, lighting up heaven and earth. Rays of runic light shone on the vast earth. Millions of runes fell on the ground, incredibly profound and unfathomable. The ancient bell is incredible. To communicate with the ancient bell, I’ll have to connect these runes to make the ancient bell tremble and ring. Chen Fan remarked inwardly. He stepped forward, soon standing beneath the bell, gazing up in awe. Each rune has its own rule. Together, they form wondrous patterns that could resonate with heaven and earth, stirring the laws. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Chen Fan had read numerous books in both the Spring Autumn Sect and the True Martial Academy, and could be called a “well-read” person. Therefore, he had some understanding of these runes. A traditional-looking youth approached, casting Chen Fan a contemptuous glance. “You understand runes?” Chen Fan looked at him. This youth had an extraordinary temperament. He had a full forehead, his long hair reaching down to his shoulders, and a golden luster vaguely shone in his eyes, emitting a sharp aura. His gaze carried a faint, oppressive force. “I know a little,” said Chen Fan. A mocking smile flickered at the youth’s lips, as if scoffing at Chen Fan’s claim. Chen Fan ignored the disdain. He stood under the ancient bell, bathing in the runic light and quietly assessed it. The wisps of runic light were not hard for him to decipher; the real challenge was using them to communicate with the Nine Immortals Bell. Runes form the bell’s core, channeling the laws of heaven and earth. If I find their governing rule, I can reach the bell. Chen Fan walked over to the Nine Immortals Bell’s side, sat down, closed his eyes, and quietly comprehended. Around him, infinite runic lights glimmered, vast as a sea, unfathomable, leaving him momentarily unsure where to begin. He sat there for several days just like that. Meanwhile, hundreds of gathered experts tried every method they knew, yet all failed to gain the recognition of the immortal souls. Clearly, this was no easy task. Then, the countless runes before Chen Fan flowed together, forming a river of light that surged into the massive bell. A faint chime rang out—not loud, but enough to stir the air. “My god, he rang the Nine Immortals Bell. Unbelievable!” Though the bell’s reaction was minor, the crowd was stunned. “It’s him. The one who claimed the ancient bell is sentient and ignored even a Void Immortal expert. Judging by his attire and temperament, he must be some heavenly prodigy nurtured by an immortal holy land.” The crowd was astonished and began murmuring among themselves, pointing fingers at the traditional youth and speculating about his identity. “Should I attack directly?” Chen Fan muttered. His mind moved slightly. Immediately, many runic lights shone. However, they seemed to lack form, hidden beneath the infinite runic lights, yet constantly stirred, containing immense power. However, this power stopped just before falling on the Nine Immortals Bell. Chen Fan’s mind moved, and all fluctuations dissipated at once. If it were just about attacking, that would be easy. But force alone can’t shake it. Could the key be to ring it and find a trace of compatibility? Chen Fan pondered, eyes still closed. His eyes were still closed. Numerous runic lights fell, filling the surrounding space. The runic lights were also a part of the Nine Immortals Bell. Chen Fan thought, There must be a power capable of stirring the laws and creating resonance between man and artifact, he thought. The runes could awaken the laws of heaven and earth; he only needed to find that power, though it seemed far from simple. Over the next few days, many experts successfully rang the Nine Immortals Bell successively, sensing only a faint, indistinct trace of its immortal souls. “Many have triggered the runes and rung the bell, yet none have truly communicated with its immortal souls.” “I’ve already given up. It looks like the Nine Immortals Bell’s not fated for me.” “I wonder who will be the lucky one to gain their recognition. They will ascend to the heavens in a single step.” By now, more than half had abandoned their attempt to communicate with the Nine Immortals Bell. Some couldn’t even trigger the runes, let alone connect with the bell. Many departed for other parts of the treasury, searching for treasures instead. Since they were not fated with the Nine Immortals Bell, they couldn’t miss the other treasures. Although the most precious treasure in the treasury was the Nine Immortals Bell, many other immortal artifacts remained, making the trip worthwhile if they could claim any. A small group stayed behind, watching every movement. Chen Fan sat cross-legged, at a critical moment. He had vaguely sensed the formless power of the laws: millions of unseen runic lights flowing in a marvelous rhythm, circling above the bell. Any top expert would notice the runes’ pattern He was entirely focused. In his consciousness, the infinite runic lights seemed to have converged into a whole, flowing above the Nine Immortals Bell. With a terrifying rumble, he suddenly shook. It was as if his consciousness had entered the Nine Immortals Bell, and he saw a blurry space with indistinct pairs of eyes that seemed to be looking at him. At the same time, a mysterious power surged, a power that made ringing the bell effortless, needing only his thought. The chime of the bell rang out like the heavenly sound of the Great Dao. That was the purest sound of a bell. It rang nonstop, as if the Nine Immortals Bell had truly awakened and released its own voice.