The man stared fixedly at Li Yun, his gaze burning with heat, though there was even more warning in it.
"Dream Bell?"
"So that thing is called the Dream Bell... Heh, interesting!"
As though he had not seen the warning on the man's face, Li Yun murmured to himself twice, his expression full of amusement.
Just moments ago,
he had originally intended to head straight into the ruins of Misty Dream Mountain.
Then he suddenly heard a strange bell toll.
To be honest, even he had been startled by that sound.
Why?
It was simple. The bell carried a unique power that drew one into dreams. As its sound reached him, even he felt a faint trace of drowsiness.
What a joke!
Who was he? What cultivation did he possess?
When he unleashed his full power, he could suppress and kill even an Earth Venerable. His strength was already close to that of a Heavenly Venerable. Yet even his cultivation had been affected by that bell in the slightest—one could imagine just how formidable the source of that bell was.
At the very least, it was an existence at the Heavenly Venerable level.
That had stirred his curiosity, which was why he had come to take a look.
Who would have thought that the First Grade Immortal Sovereign from the inn, the one with such a beaming smile, would also pursue him here—and mistakenly assume that the so-called Dream Bell was on him.
The man's expression changed.
"Stop playing dumb!"
"Who in the Divine Mist Great World hasn't heard of the Dream Bell?"
"An ancient supreme treasure of unfathomable origin, intimately tied to the ancient ruins of Misty Dream Mountain. What Immortal Sovereign wouldn't know of its existence? Who are you trying to fool by playing dumb?"
"Do you think