Jiang Chen reached out, the light of the Cycle of Stars appearing around him. It transformed into the Sun, Moon, and Stars, swirling in his hand, forming into a thick book that seemed capable of carrying everything. He squared up to the Heavenly Immortal Indestructible Bell.
Ding… Ding… Ding… Ding… Ding…
The sound of the bell attacked, seeming capable of destroying all things, obliterating everything, causing layers of emptiness to collapse and time itself to become disorderly. But no matter how fiercely the bell tolled, the large book stood firm, untouchable, suffering not a scratch.
Rustle…
With each toll of the bell, the large book would flip a page. The book had as many flipped pages as there were tolls of the bell. On each flipped page, a bell-shaped pattern would appear accordingly.
