Fang Zhixing stepped onto the magical fertile soil with one foot, sat cross-legged, and calmed his mind slightly.
"Come, enhance!"
In a single thought, the vast memories and insights of cultivating the Wind Scroll flooded into Fang Zhixing's mind.
Fang Zhixing instantly entered a profound and mysterious state.
In a haze, he vaguely saw a giant bell hanging high above the Nine Heavens.
"Ancient Bell!"
Fang Zhixing's mind was shaken, once again witnessing the magnificent scene of the Heavenly River hanging upside down and the stars spinning.
Almost at the same time!
The Thousand-Autumn Bell flashed into existence!
Five small white bells also appeared out of thin air, precisely the Ninth Grade Fu Yao Bells, surrounding the Thousand-Autumn Bell, bowing submissively.
Dong~
The Thousand-Autumn Bell resounded loudly, and the five Fu Yao Bells quivered simultaneously!
Whirr! Whirr! Whirr!
In an instant, the sound of the wind howled, and a fierce gale arose!
