In Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, the blurred outline of a bell appeared, seemingly cast from bronze, thick, solid, vast, as if transcending time and history...
The bell appeared, accompanied by the melodious voice of the Black Mountain Old Demon.
Muffled, oppressive, as if sinking into endless time...
Suddenly, in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, stars lit up one by one.
Eastern Azure Dragon, Western White Tiger, Southern Vermilion Bird, Northern Xuanwu.
The appearance of the Four Symbols Constellations, their vast celestial killing intent, made the stagnant thoughts move again.
Boom!
The Five Great Demons suddenly appeared, especially the Destruction Ming King, carrying an indomitable will, allowing Xu Qing to break free from the constraints.
In his sea of consciousness, the saintly texts began to shine brightly.
Dispersing the oppressive weight of time from the bell.
Xu Qing opened his eyes, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
