A dazzling pillar of golden light crashed down upon Jiang Yang at the city gate.
In an instant.
Every living being at the city gate was enveloped.
Everyone, Bai Weiwei included, felt their souls being cleansed. Some inexplicable depth of potential was bestowed upon them.
Of them all, Di Yaoji benefited the most.
Her Golden Crow bloodline grew ever purer, and her eyes were washed gold-the mark of the purest Golden Crow bloodline.
Many of the Demon Race at the city gate benefited from the tempering of their bloodlines. White clouds rose around the gate official named Little Sparrow in the Clouds, and wisps of azure wind swirled about him.
His heart felt all the more exhilarated.
"Who would have thought that I, Little Sparrow in the Clouds, who came from the City amid a Thousand-Colored Clouds to the Demon Capital two hundred years ago to accompany Princess Yaoji in her studies, only to be demoted to gate guard after she disappeared, would make up for a century of misery in a single day!"
At the very center of the pillar of light were Jiang Yang and the Eastern Imperial Bell.
The golden light had grown so dense that it formed particles of light.
Jiang Yang gently patted the body of the Imperial Bell and said with a smile.
"Go!"
The Imperial Bell trembled softly, seemingly puzzled, seemingly lost.
"Don't panic. Once you get there, you'll understand."
The great bell rang out again, its lingering notes seeming to carry antiquity into the present. As the golden radiance swept away, it vanished from this space-time.
The Third Epoch.
Zhou Mountain.
Jiang Yang's place of secluded cultivation.
A great bell suddenly appeared in this space-time.
As its lingering chimes rang out, Jiang Yang smiled and said.
"Little Bell, you're here. I'll have