Three Ghosts Heavenly Sound, Soul-Consuming Devil Talisman!
Everyone gaped in astonishment as Yang Zhen crashed headfirst into the midst of the Three Ghosts Heavenly Sound, their faces filled with tension.
No one wanted Yang Zhen to just perish in there because if he succeeded, perhaps others could glean something valuable from the experience. If even a talented individual like Yang Zhen died inside, then everyone else might as well go home, wash up, and call it a night.
The sound of a bell, like a mighty hymn of Heaven and Earth, reverberated through the clouds. Almost everyone's Spirit Soul rattled with the deafening peal.
The Nine Dragons Saint's presence was profound as he stared unwaveringly into the sky, although Yang Zhen's figure was no longer visible. Those close to the Nine Dragons Saint would notice his gaze fixed on the void, his mind seemingly drifting back tens of thousands of years.
