Sure enough, making the Bell Spirit submit would not be easy!
At that moment, the Sword Spirit spoke. "Senior Bell Spirit, although my master's cultivation is somewhat low, you should know that since the formation of this spacetime turbulence, my master is the first person who has blocked the ghost arts of Yao Xinghe, Lord of the Mortal World Sword, and still stands here speaking with you."
Those words did remind the Bell Spirit of something.
Though he had never faced Yao Xinghe, Lord of the Mortal World Sword, who had entered the Ghost Dao, face-to-face over all these years, he knew Yao Xinghe's capabilities. The power of the Ghost Dao was unfathomably strange; if Yao Xinghe wished it, he could devour even a spirit body like himself at the Four-Form Heavenly God Realm. After all, a spirit body was essentially a soul as well—only with incomplete three souls and deficient seven spirits!
This little fellow at the sixth level of the First Void Realm had actually blocked Yao Xinghe's Ghost Dao arts. Perhaps he did possess some unusual ability.
The Bell Spirit hesitated before speaking again. His tone lowered slightly, stripped of some of its former arrogance.
"Since the day I was born, I have been used by godfolk like you. I have seen enough of your scheming against one another, your slaughter and strife!"
"I am absolutely unwilling to be used by you again."
"I'll say it again: if you want my deceased master's legacy, I can give it to you at any time. But if you want me, that is absolutely impossible!"
"To me, this spacetime turbulence may be the only pure land."
Jiang Feng naturally knew that he could not persuade the Bell Spirit so easily. Still, he did not wish to resort to force. Though