Shen Qingzhu, who was trapped in the Donghuang Bell, suddenly froze in place.
The moment the Donghuang Bell enveloped him, time seemed to be completely isolated and his body stopped going back to a younger time.
“Wuquan?! Wuquan!!” The young man Shen Qingzhu seemed to realize something. He hammered hard on the inner wall of the Donghuang Bell and shouted angrily, “What are you doing? Let me out!!”
The interior of the Donghuang Bell is a self-contained space. Even if one strikes the bell wall hard from the inside, the Donghuang Bell cannot be shaken at all. It can only emit a series of dull sounds.
In this heavy rain of time, the towering Donghuang Bell is like a giant umbrella, silently shielding Shen Qingzhu from all dangers and sufferings...
Outside the Donghuang Bell,
Wu Quan, who was in the state of [Emperor Red Blood], exuded a terrifying aura, as if everything in the world was under his control!
"You..." [Key to the Door] was about to say something, but his eyes trembled again. He had no choice but to hold his head with both hands and fight with the soul that was counterattacking crazily!
When Wu Quan stepped into the battlefield, he also stepped into the realm of reverse flow of time. The light of [Emperor Red Blood] on his body retreated, and his realm rapidly fell from the ceiling of human beings!
Wuquan is younger than Shen Qingzhu and has a higher talent. It only took him six or seven years to go from an ordinary person to the top of the human race...
This also means that in the flow of time, his death will be faster.
When Wuquan heard the voice coming from the Donghuang Bell, a complex look appeared in his eyes.
"Brother Qingzhu... the interior of the Donghuang Bell has the effect of blocking the flow of time. You can survive in it..."
"Leave the rest to me."
Wu Quan suddenly raised his palm and smashed it hard on the bronze clock face under him!
clang!
clang!!
clang!!!
As Wuquan's realm dropped rapidly, he had to smash the Donghuang Bell with all his strength to make it sound. The first time his palm fell, a booming bell sound swept across and resounded throughout the earth!
The second time the palm landed, a blood-red palm print was left on the bronze clock face. The sound was only slightly louder than the first time.
The third time the palm fell, Wuquan, who had become an ordinary person, had his palm shattered into a bloody mist by the recoil force of the Donghuang Bell. His internal organs were also shattered. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell headfirst from the Donghuang Bell!
Ding-ding-ding!!!
The three bell sounds echoed between heaven and earth. When Wuquan fell, he had turned back into the little boy of seven or eight years old...
"Wuquan!" The voice of the young Shen Qingzhu kept coming from inside the bell. His hands frantically hammered the inner wall of the Donghuang Bell, trying to overturn or lift it up, but with his current physique and strength, he could not shake this behemoth at all.
The boy Wuquan held onto the outer wall of the Donghuang Bell and struggled to stand up from the pool of blood. Blood was flowing from his broken arm and his face was as pale as paper.
The roars of the [Key of the Gate] came from afar, but the sound became weaker and weaker. In the end, the time domain covering the battlefield retreated to His feet like a tide... The distance fell into silence.
Wuquan dragged a bloody body and leaned against the outer wall of the Donghuang Bell. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
In a trance, he seemed to be back in the fire scene with flying ashes...
[Hurry up and save them... The ambulance will be here soon... Brothers and sisters... No one should get hurt...]
[If only... you could survive.]
[Brother Qingzhu...]
[You saved everyone...]
In his memory, he vaguely heard Shen Qingzhu calling his name in the clock. He was stunned for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...
"The Donghuang Bell has rung... Brother Qingzhu, you have saved everyone once again."
He muttered to himself.
As the blood continued to flow, Wuquan's consciousness gradually blurred. He leaned against the edge of the Donghuang Bell and slowly sat down on the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have made up his mind and said softly:
"Brother Qingzhu... Brother Qingzhu? Can you hear me?"
Shen Qingzhu's voice continued to come from the Donghuang Bell, still just repeating those few words. Wuquan sighed helplessly, "Can't you hear it..."
It took him a lot of effort to muster up the courage...
He sat down in a pool of blood, and caught a glimpse of the corner of the Donghuang Bell. He hesitated for a long time and muttered to himself again:
"Then... we have to leave something behind, right?"
He dipped his trembling little fingers into a few drops of scarlet blood, and drew something on the ancient bronze clock face stroke by stroke... His eyes were full of seriousness.
As time passed, Shen Qingzhu continued to hammer at the inner wall of the Donghuang Bell. Outside the Donghuang Bell, a pool of blood had already soaked the ground. Wuquan's consciousness could not help but sink into darkness...
When he gritted his teeth and barely finished the last stroke, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth...
"That's right..."
He admired this crude sketch, the last glimmer of light in his eyes finally faded, and his pale hand fell powerlessly into a pool of blood...
His heart stopped beating.
The strong wind was howling on the top of the mountain. In this dead silent world, it seemed that the only sounds left were Shen Qingzhu's knocking and shouting.
On the other side of the mountain, a figure was staggering forward.
"Damn it... Why is your soul suddenly so strong? It can actually break through my restraints??"
"The Third Covenant, Returning from the Past... I see... Is this also part of your plan..."
"You and I are one... no matter the past or the future... I can see everything except you... You have been waiting for this day, right?"
On the distant land, [Key to the Door] held onto the stone, struggling to keep his body steady, his pinhole-like eyes uncontrollably distracted.
A hint of cruelty appeared on his frail face.
"This covenant... cannot suppress me for long... Soon... I will be back..."
"When my last bit of consciousness comes down... and everything is complete... that will be the time when your soul will be scattered... soon... very soon..."
Before he finished the last sentence, the black-robed figure fell to the ground on his back as if he had fainted.
Tens of seconds later,
The figure slowly sat up.
"Huh..." He raised his palm and rubbed his temple gently, his expression full of fatigue, "I'm finally back..."
He supported his body with both hands and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Just as he was about to take a step, his upper body, which was chopped into pieces, fell down like a torn curtain... If he had internal organs, they would have been spilled all over the ground and he would have died.
He had to stop and run his fingertips over the cracks. Invisible threads immediately repaired the broken body, like mending clothes, back to its original state.
After doing all this, he wrapped his body in a black robe and walked straight towards the direction of the Donghuang Bell.