Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Countless streams of light led the cultivators of the Demon-Slaying Sect through the Great Fortune Bell and into the black tower.

At this moment, the saints saw that it was only the first round of luck and fortune, and a beam of light appeared in the black tower on the sixth floor.

"It must be that boy!"

Lian Tian Xiansheng took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.

"Who else could it be but him?"

Lotus Heavenly Saint also looked as if he had seen a rare treasure. All the saints admired Zhang Yifeng's talent and luck.

Anyone with good luck will have no problem with strength. After all, the stronger the luck, the more opportunities one will get in a lifetime of practice, and naturally, his strength will increase accordingly.

Looking around, Jiu Ling Hua Sheng grinned, his face red from drinking: "Otherwise, let's see what this kid is going through in there?"

"This is against the rules!"

"What kind of rules are these? The Hongyun Bell is my magic weapon!"

Jiuling Huasheng curled his lips in dissatisfaction and waved his hand. The next moment, the entire Hongyun Bell was suddenly lit up with brilliance. Under the flow of divine power, the black tower was also greatly affected.

In an instant, all the situations in the black tower turned into thousands of virtual shadows, appearing above the sky and in front of the saints.

It's not only Zhang Yifeng's experience in the black tower, but also the training scene of all the cultivators.

Although the saints said that it was against the rules, their eyes were all looking for the sixth floor of the black tower where Zhang Yifeng was.

When the saints locked eyes with each other, they all gasped.

"Is this the dangerous experience in your black tower?"

Liantian Immortal Saint stared at Jiuling Hua Saint. At this moment, when he noticed the sixth floor filled with fairyland-like aura and auspicious signs, Jiuling Hua Saint was so frightened that he reeked of alcohol.

The saints stared at Zhang Yifeng who was walking forward leisurely in the light curtain. The corner of Jiuling Huasheng's mouth twitched: "This, this..."

It’s not like they had ever been inside this black tower before, so how could they have seen such a scene?

Logically speaking, each of the 183 floors of the black tower has its own natural disasters and is guarded by evil monsters from foreign lands. But now, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have entered a place of opportunity for training.

At this time, many monks had already been unable to withstand the disaster in the black tower and were teleported out of the black tower.

When they saw the sky full of light curtains, and the most eye-catching one, where Zhang Yifeng was, everyone gasped.

"How can this be!!"

Countless monks looked up at the light curtain with disbelief in their eyes.

"Is this guy's luck so strong? He can even turn this disaster into an opportunity!"

Qing Yurou covered her little mouth lightly, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

All the saints found it incredible as they saw Zhang Yifeng slowly walking to the end of the sixth floor.

"No, no, no! This must be an illusion created by some demon..."

Before the Immortal Saint Lian Tian could finish his words, Zhang Yifeng received the Hongyun Bell. A series of deafening bell sounds rang out, and the next moment, Zhang Yifeng's figure was teleported to the twelfth floor.

In just half a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yifeng made continuous progress, and each time the bell rang six times. Every level of the black tower training was like a paradise of great opportunity.

Until the thirty-sixth level, Zhang Yifeng's cultivation had been greatly improved under such influence.

In this black tower, Zhang Yifeng looked at the black tower in front of him, where the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became increasingly dense and majestic, and couldn't help but secretly smack his lips: "Why is this happening?"

Zhang Yifeng was even more confused at this time. How come the experience that was supposed to happen became a huge opportunity now?

Forty-second floor, forty-eighth floor, fifty-fourth floor... More and more monks were teleported out, and when these monks saw the scene above the sky, they all cursed inwardly.

"Is the gap between people so big? How on earth did this kid do it?!"

"I don't believe it. I must still be training in the Black Tower. This is all an illusion!"

"Oh my God, since the establishment of the Demon Slayer Sect, there has never been such a person with great luck!"

Countless discussions were heard. In the sky, all the saints took a deep breath for a long time. Even the Celestial Saint sighed, "Sure enough, from the time when he was practicing his courage and insight, we can see that this boy is the hope for the prosperity of our human race. Now that he has such great luck, I'm afraid that even if you and I were to enter it, we would never be able to compare with him!"

"Do you think this kid can make six bells ring all the way to the top of the black tower?"

When Lotus Heavenly Saint finished speaking, all the saints shook their heads.

From the beginning of the Demon Slaying Sect's assessment to the present day, no one has been able to reach the legendary 183-story black tower. Even if it is the limit of the number, thirty times can cause six bells to ring, but there is still three floors short.

"Jiuling Huasheng, you said..."

"It's impossible. This Saint has never heard of anyone with such great luck."

The Hongyun Bell was originally a treasure of Jiuling Huasheng. It was a killing weapon. After being refined by the three immortal emperors, it became a trial item for the Demon-Slaying Sect to test their luck.

However, Jiuling Huasheng has traveled through the worlds for tens of thousands of years, and has never seen anyone with such amazing luck.

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Yifeng walked past the ninety-six floors of the black tower as if he was taking a stroll in the back garden, and entered the 102nd floor of the black tower.

From the beginning till now, all the bell sounds caused by Zhang Yifeng were of the sixth level.

"When you were at the Immortal Saint level, didn't you stop here after thirty rounds of bell ringing?"

Lotus Heavenly Saint looked at Liantian Immortal Saint, who nodded and said, "The higher you go, the harder it is to cause the sound of the luck bell. I only used ten opportunities to attract luck in the first sixty levels, but I used a full twenty times in the last forty-two levels!"

"Me too!"

"How many times has this kid used it so far? Seventeen times?"

"Exactly."

A group of immortals and saints marveled in amazement. At this moment, sixteen figures driving magical instruments appeared in the air above the distant sky.

"They're coming!"

"Can these geniuses compete with that person?"

"This is the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Sixteen Imperial Clans, but if we ask whether they can compete with that evildoer..."

Countless cultivators who have completed the second round of luck refining looked at the young talents flying in the sky, controlling magical instruments, with envy in their eyes.

"Immortal Saint!"

The red-haired young man in the lead, who looked no more than twenty years old, bowed to the Immortal Saint Lian Tian. His name was Yu Zhuixuan, and he was the son of the Yu Clan, an imperial clan that had not been wiped out in the chaos since the chaos vortex merged with all the worlds in the Chaos Realm.

"Since you are here, you should enter the trial as soon as possible."

Lian Tian the Immortal Saint waved his hands impatiently. Lian Tian the Immortal Saint, who usually gave face to the Feather Clan, was too lazy to deal with these saints at this moment.

The sixteen people also noticed that something was wrong with the saints' attitudes, and looked in their direction. At this time, Zhang Yifeng had already stepped into the 108th floor of the black tower.

"How sacred is this!"

Yu Zhuixuan was dumbfounded, and the corners of his eyes twitched.