When the light faded, the buzzing in Ye Fan's ears still lingered. Blood-red clouds churned like boiling liquid overhead, casting the figures of everyone onto the dark cyan ground as if stained with a layer of bloody rust.
"This bell..." Su Qingxue's fingertips were still hooked around his pinky, but now she was gripping him tightly. "It feels heavier than before." Just as her voice fell, a third chime rang out from deep underground, shaking Lin Zhaoyue's Taichu Sword at her waist so that it hummed and slid three inches out of its scabbard, the tip pointing straight ahead.
There, nine bronze pillars, each three people thick, rose abruptly from the ground. The shafts were densely engraved with star charts, every pattern glowing with a secluded blue luminescence, like the Milky Way sealed inside stone.
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