Power of Suppression
After the four-eyed old geezer caught the flash of surprise in Zhang Sanxian's eyes, perhaps emboldened by the unfathomable power of that mysterious little bell, he showed not the slightest fear.
A faint smile suddenly tugged at his otherwise placid face as he teasingly said, "Junior, it seems—you're quite surprised?"
Zhang Sanxian fixed his indifferent gaze on the bird-headed little bell and asked directly, "What treasure is that?"
"Heh heh heh~"
The old geezer chuckled. "Do you think this old man would tell you?"
Without waiting for Zhang Sanxian's reply, he casually stretched his burly frame, his joints cracking crisply, and recited at leisure, "Ah~ Who awakens first from the great dream? All my life, I alone have known—"
Then, all four of his eyes focused on Zhang Sanxian at once. "Junior, since you came here, I presume you've already spoken with the Magic Eye Civilization?"
"Yes." Zhang Sanxian was succinct.
"Very good."
The old geezer nodded slightly. "Then tell me—how many years have passed since I fell asleep this time?"
Zhang Sanxian said, "Two million years."
"Mm~ Two million years—"
The old geezer mused, "Soon. Only a few tens of thousands of years remain until the descent of that golden age."
Then the ease on his face swiftly faded. With pain and fury, he muttered, "That Primeval Mystic Breath is exceedingly difficult to refine. The tiny amount this old man painstakingly accumulated and preserved was only enough for one use, enough to sustain my slumber until the great age began—damn it!"
He abruptly raised his head, his four eyes locking onto Zhang Sanxian with chilling menace as killing intent swept out like a storm. "Junior! You interrupted this old man's slumber and forced me into the world ahead of time. Before the golden age arrives, I