Wang Ling's mind was in a state of intense pressure. The Bell of Heaven resonated with him, and for the same reason he had refrained from calling upon the rest of his bloodlines, the echoing bell was trying to rip his soul apart.
[It is rejecting me harder than it used to.] the force of the Bell had already been established to Wang Ling because his soul already resisted more than the 7 Rings. This soul of his may be a patchwork of the past, but it should have been able to hold at least 45 bells and create five rings. The fact, however, currently lies at the present where he was left with only three Rings.
Wang Ling knew that something was wrong, he couldn't ask anyone so he made his own theory, and the thing he considered to be an acceptable conclusion to his predicament, was that his soul carry fragments of the past.