The Chaos Bell

Several people were already inside the Chaos Bell hall.

The main seat hung empty, with seats arranged to its lower left and right.

In the first seat on the left sat a young Daoist in a bright red robe, handsome yet carrying a hint of devil-may-care irreverence. It was Lu Ya.

Beside him were several other beings with deep, unfathomable auras. Zhou Qing found them somewhat familiar, but for the moment, he could not name them.

On the right sat several eminent monks dressed as Buddhist clergy, their Buddha-light contained within, along with several generals in Heavenly Court standard immortal armor, their divine might awe-inspiring.

"We have brought them, Association Leader." Passerby A and the other four bowed respectfully, then withdrew to the side.

Lu Ya's gaze swept over Zhou Qing and Lin Yan, lingering for an instant especially on the God-Beating Whip at Zhou Qing's waist. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're here? The situation is urgent, so I'll keep this short."

"This world is the strongest Great Thousand World still in existence, gathering the greatest amount of orthodox legacy and fortune left after the Prehistoric World shattered."

"And precisely because of that, it has become the focal point of every faction's struggle. The Pseudo-Jie Sect and the hidden hand behind it have operated here for a long time, their forces tangled like roots and knotted like branches."

"Our Association has joined forces with some Immortal Gods from the orthodox Daoist Traditions that still remain, as well as remnants of the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain, to stand against them as equals."

He paused, then continued, "To resist the erosion of the Pseudo-Jie Sect's demonic path and spread the righteous Dao, we joined hands with Spirit Mountain and reorganized the 'Journey to the West.'"