Clang!
The deep sound of the clock echoed from the left, instantly covering the entire Wuji Sect.
A shadow rushed out, carrying a big bell above its head, shrouded in mystery, with complex profound meanings and numerous strange forces surrounding it.
As the brilliance unfolded, countless faces of mythic beasts appeared, each exceptionally fierce.
His speed was swift, as if in urgent haste.
After ten or more breaths, he carried the big bell into the mountains, where he quickly sat down cross-legged.
"Did he succeed?" Someone showed a look of surprise.
"I don't know!"
"Come, let's go check it out..."
The one who stepped out was He Yitian.
Since Chen Pingping returned from the battle in Huangzhou and traveled to the Netherworld, He Yitian had been forging a terrifying divine weapon.
No one knows where he got the chaos soil, but he shouted he would forge something surpassing the Emperor Weapon.
