'Enter the dream!'
Liang Hui murmured softly to himself.
The next moment, everything around him started to blur, and when he could see clearly again, he was already in a secret chamber.
Chen Gu, whom he had bludgeoned to death, was currently sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, flipping through a book.
Liang Hui didn't hesitate; he entered Chen Gu's body directly and looked at the contents of the book through his eyes.
Time trickled away, and the surroundings began to blur once more.
At that moment, Liang Hui did not open his eyes but immersed his consciousness in his mind.
The Flowing Light Bell emitted its usual undying, indestructible radiance, yet now a hint of imperfection pervaded that glow.
Along the bell, a long, narrow crack, ugly as a centipede, marred its surface.
At the same time, the fist seals and sword marks that had been left on the bell since it appeared were beginning to emit a suppressed aura.
