Primordial Bell

What had been fished up was a half-transparent, vaguely humanoid shadow.

Black qi coiled around its body. It had four exaggeratedly thick arms, two sharp demon horns on its head, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

It radiated an ominous, evil aura.

The moment it landed ashore, it lunged at Jiang Ping'an, faster than lightning.

However, Jiang Ping'an had been prepared. He immediately ignited the qi and blood throughout his body, his fist blooming with golden light like a blazing sun as he punched at the shadow.

Aah—

The shadow let out a miserable cry and was scattered on the spot, turning into countless strands of black qi. Yet the golden light on Jiang Ping'an's fist immediately dissolved them completely, leaving not even the slightest trace.

"Damn it, I actually fished up an evil lingering obsession." Jiang Ping'an cursed. "Not only did I lose a fist-sized God Source Crystal, I also wasted the power of one punch."

Even so, he took out another fist-sized God Source Crystal, hung it from the nine-colored fishing hook, and cast his rod again.

Before long, the fishing rod tugged once more. Jiang Ping'an lifted the rod for the second time, flinging whatever had bitten onto the shore.

It was a damaged, dull, lightless bell.

Jiang Ping'an could not help feeling disappointed, but he still condensed a large golden hand and grabbed the broken bell for inspection.

Two cracks split the lower end of the bell. Its body also had one large hole and two smaller ones. Its surface was covered in profound formation patterns, but their color was dim and lifeless, giving it a rusted look.

Jiang Ping'an could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile. This broken bell was not worth even one fist-sized God Source Crystal.

At that moment, the