In this chaotic and eerie space, Chen Xiaofei narrowed his eyes slightly and forced himself to look ahead.
His vision had been warped, and the world before him was reduced to a monotonous palette of black and white, resembling an aged ink wash painting suffused with an aura of oppression and dead silence.
Not far away in midair, a massive bell was suspended. The bell stood about two stories tall, its body ancient and heavy, covered from top to bottom in dense, intricate patterns.
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