Li Fuyuan returned to the Origin Void, his heart filled with a little more confidence.
Zhang Yu's words had reminded him that while the Hansu Golden Bell had indeed struck him hard, because it had also come into contact with the Great Chaos, the influence went both ways. The moment he was suppressed by this treasure, he had immediately retreated. In truth, that had merely played into the intentions of the five Yuan Sages, while leaving the Hansu Golden Bell itself entirely unaffected.
But if he could hold out, he could instead contaminate the golden bell and force this artifact out of the battle.
He kept one thing Zhang Yu had said firmly in mind: the Hansu Golden Bell existed to drive out evil distortions.
Yet he was no evil distortion. Before he had drawn in the Great Chaos, the Dao arts upon him had arisen to resist the Great Chaos. That was why he could come and go freely within the Origin Void.
Thus, the bell's influence on him should not have stemmed from the Great Chaos, but rather from his own incompleteness, which left him somewhat lacking in resistance. The reasoning held up as well. The Hansu Golden Bell had never been made to deal with the Great Chaos in the first place, but to oppose enemies. It was perfectly natural for it to possess the power to intimidate him.
To resolve this matter, he thought of two methods. One was to resist the Great Chaos until he became whole. The other was to find a way to endure beneath the bell's chimes.
He had little experience fighting those of his own level. Thus, whenever the bell sounded and he sensed something amiss—combined with Zhang Yu's instruction not to become entangled with the enemy—he had simply withdrawn.
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