Although Yang Zhen did not care about the location of the Bell Tower, when they arrived, he was still taken aback.
A massive platform, like a peak half-sliced away by a blade, perched atop a mountain surrounded by oddly shaped stones—it looked mysteriously and floated into the fog-gnarled mountains, with an palpable feeling of strange grandeur!
It was as if such a giant platform should exist between heaven and earth—it was a conduit that connected these worlds.
"Is this the Bell Tower?" Yang Zhen was stunned, looking at Su Dajia with surprise in his eyes.
Su Dajia nodded, "The Bell Tower is also known as the Cloud Platform. No one knows how or when it was built. It seems as if it has been here since ancient times, enduring forever."
"What do I need to do?" Yang Zhen suddenly felt a strange thing—the Cloud Platform was breathing. Its inhale and exhale seemed to make the whole world pay attention to them, a feeling that emerged and vanished quickly, surprising Yang Zhen.
