Zhongli Tianyu directly bypassed Sima Xingyu and entered the pavilion, where he picked up the thick wooden stick suspended for striking the bell and gave it a heavy hit.
Boom!
The moment Chen Mobai heard the bell ring, he felt the intricate emotions caused by his longing for a Rank-4 magical weapon suddenly melt away like ice and snow, leaving his mind incomparably clear and tranquil.
"Each time this Pure Yang Bell rings, it can purify the Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion, but as a Foundation Establishment Practitioner, you can only strike it once,"
Sima Xingyu spoke up beside Chen Mobai's ear.
Sure enough, after Zhongli Tianyu struck the bell, he sat cross-legged on the ground of the pavilion, entering a meditative state, his face radiating a majestic aura.
Half an hour later, Zhongli Tianyu opened his eyes. Although he looked hale and hearty, his spiritual power had diminished to one-tenth of what it had been, making his steps slightly unsteady.
