「Late at night, in the Golden Thread Pavilion.」
Elder Zhuan Yu, who had been meditating in the Golden Demon Tower, slowly opened his eyes, emerging from his cultivation.
From the bloody hole in his chest, a seemingly boundless sea of blood boiled and churned, stirring up massive waves.
Threads of blood pulled away from it, quickly gathering before him to form a crimson, bell-shaped object.
TING-A-LING—
Elder Zhuan Yu raised his hand slightly. The bell hovered in mid-air before him, letting out a crisp chime.
In just two breaths' time, a voice suddenly emerged from the blood-red bell.
"Master!"
Hearing this voice, Elder Zhuan Yu's expression grew focused.
"Well?"
"I... I have failed, Master. I have already left Celestial Buddha City."
The panic in his tone was audible.
