The world suddenly froze.
Ling Feng looked at his companions beside him and reached out to give them a push, only to find that their bodies were as rigid as iron plates.
Then, a golden light, seemingly from the Nine Heavens, descended like a meteor.
Finally, that golden light slowly fell, hovering in front of him. It was a half-human tall, golden ancient bell, with mystical engravings floating on it, seemingly imbued with many incredible powers.
"Boy, we meet again!"
In the next moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.
Ling Feng looked up, and naturally, it was the Yellow Emperor.
"Is this your doing?"
Ling Feng stared at the Yellow Emperor, but suddenly realized that this world seemed solidified; not only was everyone frozen, but even the breeze that swayed the treetops had ceased.
The world seemed to be frozen!
The entire world was "created" by him, and now that it was frozen, it was naturally the handiwork of the Yellow Emperor.
"Hehe..."
