Looking at "Huang Tian's Landscape Brush," the "Ancient and Modern's Yellow Heaven Bell," and "Eternity Huang Tian" floating before him, Zhou Heng did not rise from the "Unordered Star Seat (Vast)" beneath him.
He merely extended his right hand calmly and gently closed his fingers around Huang Tian's Landscape Brush, its entire body smooth as jade, its bristles swirling with a faint black-and-yellow glow.
Then he swept out his left hand and steadily supported the Ancient and Modern's Yellow Heaven Bell in his palm, its entire body black and yellow, its surface branded with countless patterns of Mountains, Rivers, and State.
He said nothing and did nothing, simply gazing quietly and indifferently at the ancient bell in his left hand and the Landscape Brush in his right, as though waiting for something, or merely emptying his mind.
A short while later.
Zhou Heng suddenly gave a light smile. It was exceedingly faint, yet carried a composure and certainty as though he had long since seen through everything. He pushed his acting to its limit.
It was an instinct honed through countless games of life and death, burying his true intentions beneath an air of easy nonchalance.
Then he raised Huang Tian's Landscape Brush high in his right hand. Its tip, swirling with a black-and-yellow glow, traced an elegant yet resolute arc through the void before landing heavily on the ancient, weighty wall of the Ancient and Modern's Yellow Heaven Bell resting in his left palm.
He began to write.
The instant the brush tip touched the black-and-yellow bell wall, an indescribable ancient power, seemingly capable of connecting to the rules of heaven and earth, erupted from their point of contact.
That power was formless and colorless, yet it made the surrounding space distort slightly for an instant.
"The Abyss Jiaolong