Watching the golden chains condense into a golden bell, trapping the Great Immeasurable Devil Ancestor within, Liu An was wildly excited.
He had actually succeeded!
He had suppressed a Saint!
Though it was not the Saint's true self, his act still counted as having thwarted the Saint's plan to descend!
He turned to look at Gu An, his eyes stirred with excitement. He wanted to say something, yet did not know what to say.
The wind and waves stirred Gu An's hair at his temples. His gaze was calm as he looked ahead, and the sight of his face made Liu An feel incomparably at ease. As long as he was there, Liu An felt they could defeat any powerful enemy.
Gu An withdrew the hand resting on Liu An's shoulder. He raised his hand and seized, and the golden bell in the distance abruptly flew toward him. With that movement, it actually dragged Wei Ye's physical body out.
The golden bell swiftly shrank as it flew, falling into Gu An's palm.
Liu An saw Wei Ye's physical body collapse to the ground, and his brows could not help but furrow. He shifted his gaze to the golden bell in Gu An's hand, then lowered both hands as well, and the golden chains of light around him dissipated.
"Senior, did I succeed?" Liu An asked carefully.
Gu An admired the golden bell in his hand and said softly, "You succeeded. This secret art of yours is quite good, very imaginative."
Hearing his praise, Liu An did not feel happy. Instead, his expression dimmed, because the person who had created this secret art was already dead.
Gu An continued, "This secret art can seal a Saint's separated soul, stop a Saint's descent, and even cause a backlash against the Saint. Its