Years flowed past, and time slipped away.
The Demon Race Civilization continued to develop.
The sheer span of the Third Epoch was something those in the Fifth Epoch, where Jiang Yang belonged, could not fathom.
The Epoch Cycle of civilizations seemed to be consuming something.
Each epoch was shorter than the last.
The Sixth Epoch was even much shorter than the Fifth Epoch.
The Third Epoch.
In space above Zhou Mountain.
Ever since the day Jiang Yang engraved the authority of civilization into the Imperial Bell.
The great bell rang every day, like a second, tireless sun.
At first, the Demon Race was unaccustomed to such a loud and majestic toll ringing out every morning.
Some demons complained that the bell was too loud, even finding it terribly noisy at critical moments.
Although they remained as respectful as ever toward the Imperial Bell in public, in private they called it the "alarm clock."
Even so, this did nothing to stop the Imperial Bell from ringing every day.
With each passing day, its voice grew more attuned to the aura of the Demon Race.
Every thread and strand of the Demon Race Civilization was recorded by the Imperial Bell.
In time, the demon populace gradually grew accustomed to the Imperial Bell.
And.
The demons slowly came to like this Imperial Bell.
As long as the Imperial Bell hung high in the sky, no demon dared violate the laws of the Demon Race in the light of day.
Neither ordinary demons nor Demon Kings.
Once, a demon who had suffered a grave injustice ascended to the sky to implore the Imperial Bell to uphold justice.
And so the Imperial Bell descended upon the judicial seat of the Demon Race's imperial court, tolling to bring the injustice to light.
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