The Divine Weapon Kanming Bell hovered in the shallow golden Earth Pulse Qi, slowly rotating, expanding, and then contracting.
The size and weight of the Divine Weapon were as desired, light or heavy at will. It could transform into a Dharma Aspect, covering the entire city, acting as a protector of a region; or it could become a wind chime, hanging beside one's clothes, resonating with a clear and spiritual sound.
An Jing stepped forward, his body fortified by Earth Vein talismans. The Divine Weapon's suppression was like a gentle breeze on his face as he summoned his full strength, complying with the pulsating rhythm of the weapon... and reached out to touch its surface.
"——Dong——"
At the very moment An Jing's hand made contact, concentric ripples spread from the point of touch.
