Chapter 625: I Know Where It Is

"Dang..."

"Dang..."

"Dang..."

In a verdant stretch of the western hills shrouded in cloud and mist, where mountains continued unbroken,

the muted peal of a bell followed one after another, louder with each tolling, sounding seven times in total before it ceased.

In an instant,

it was as though colossal waves surged upon a lake surface or as hot oil furiously bubbled and seethed in an iron cauldron, its momentum thunderous.

It only took a moment.

The entire expanse of the unending western hills was soon enveloped in the sonorous echo of the bell.

With each peal of the bell, heaven and earth grew solemn, quelling any clamor within tens of thousands of miles.

For a time, between heaven and earth,

aside from the ceaseless tolling of the bell, no other sound could be heard.