This was strange. In a Daoist temple of the Yin Temple Sect, the bell could not be rung casually. Every toll heralded a major event. Prince Dai was visiting today; whatever the matter was, it ought to wait until he left. Why the urgency? Why ring the bell now?
Yet each toll rang louder and more urgently than the last, continuing without pause. Liu Zhan's bewilderment showed on his face.
Who was ringing the bell at a time like this?
The ringing outside grew increasingly urgent. Liu Zhan glanced at Prince Dai, who was still beside him with his head lowered over a scripture, and hesitated. Should he stay here and keep the prince company, or go outside to see what was happening?
Wait!
Liu Zhan suddenly recalled a prophecy and was inwardly startled. Could it be...
Almost simultaneously, the Daoist Canon Pavilion suddenly lit up. They were clearly on the second floor, with another floor overhead, yet a bank of rosy clouds appeared out of thin air.
The clouds shimmered in three colors, their beauty almost beyond any earthly description. Like a rainbow, they spread overhead the moment they appeared, then descended upon Prince Dai as he read with his head lowered.
For a moment, Prince Dai stood draped in radiant clouds, like an immortal descended to earth. Their brilliance was so intense that even those outside the Daoist Canon Pavilion could see it.
Outside the Daoist Canon Pavilion, Bo Yan looked up at the multicolored radiance spilling from the room, his eyes widening abruptly. He had only taken one step forward when the light vanished.
His footsteps thudded as Bo Yan abandoned all hesitation and rushed straight over.
The moment he approached, the Daoist Canon Pavilion's defenses activated. Its Daoist arts came into effect, and Liu Zhan sensed