Another bald head, another human, and he had gotten hold of the Hearing Bell.
And before this, there had been Xingnian of Mount Sumeru, crossing the river alone in a boat.
Who else could this young bald man who had suddenly struck be, if not one of Mount Sumeru's little monks?!
Yang Yu, fifth among the new kings of the Heavenly Ranking, had died twice and turned back time twice to revive, only to finally sink into eternal extinction.
He had risked life and death for the Hearing Bell, only to die before it in the end. Perhaps that could be considered getting what he wished for.
Of course, Yang Yu himself certainly would not have seen it that way.
His body turned to flying ash, and even the Buddha light ceased to exist.
His dharma robes, the wooden mallet in his hand, the wooden fish he had yet to bring forth... all of them were perceived, broken down, and incinerated.
Only his final furious cry—the three words "Mount Sumeru"—truly bore down upon Jiang Wang like a mountain.
Falling into the boundless sea of fire, they were not burned away. Instead, sound manifested into form: one character leapt into another, one kind of script transformed into another.
Golden radiance flowed as the characters darted through the sea of fire.
Though still scorched, they could not immediately be dissolved. They evaded knowing and hearing, then crashed down character by character onto their enemy's head, transforming into a golden pagoda that directly covered the blue-robed bald swordsman, imprisoning him here!
Yang Yu knew the Hearing Bell too well!
Given the chance, he would even have been confident of completely locking down this little monk of Mount Sumeru's use of the Hearing Bell.
Unfortunately, the attack had come too suddenly. That thieving bald