While Facai was busy eating "cat food," Chen Yan looked up at the sky. It was already completely dark. The time had reached midnight. There was no moon tonight, and patches of dark clouds blanketed the heavens. Shanxi Town lay silent.
Seeing that he had enough time, Chen Yan thought it over and decided to refine the Beast Summoning Bell directly.
No sooner said than done. With a sweep of his sleeve, the black cloth banner, severed into two pieces, appeared before him.
This black cloth banner was actually quite a formidable magic tool, capable of both attack and defense. The brass bell on it could bewilder and seize souls, while the banner itself was woven from superior spirit silk and engraved with a confinement formation. It could capture ghosts, release black light to trap enemies, or protect its wielder.
No wonder Triangle-Eyes had not refined the Beast Summoning Bell. If Chen Yan had possessed this black cloth banner, he would not have thought much of the Beast Summoning Bell either.
Unfortunately, the main body of the black cloth banner had been severed by his blade. Without the confinement formation, only the brass bell remained, its power greatly diminished—perfect for refining into the Beast Summoning Bell.
Taking out the bell, Chen Yan also prepared a bowl each of blood from nine kinds of domestic fowl and livestock: pig, ox, sheep, horse, chicken, duck, goose, rabbit, and dog. The assorted bowls filled the ground.
These nine kinds of beast blood were the key materials for refining the Beast Summoning Bell. Though there were only nine types, they carried the intent of a hundred beasts. Once the refinement succeeded, it would be able to gather every bird and beast within a radius of a thousand zhang.
Once everything was ready, Chen Yan