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He wasn’t surprised that his primordial soul had been kneaded into a ball, but he did get surprised at how his soul could actually get kneaded into a ball.

While he was in thought, Song Shuhang felt like he had been thrown into a bell-like magical treasure.

“This is the silent bell, a rather interesting daoist magical treasure,” Senior White’s clone said. “When it shakes violently, it doesn’t make a single sound. This is due to all the sounds converging inside the bell. It is a mind-tempering magical treasure that can allow a fellow daoist with a chaotic inner mind to have their frame of mind tempered, and also allow them to reach a realm where they are impervious to desires and passions. As a result, they will be able to enter a state of ‘seclusion’ faster. This is exactly what you need right now.”

Senior White’s clone then gave the bell an order. “Shake as strong as you can. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop!”

The silent bell loyally executed its master’s command and shook wildly.

When the bell shook, no sound could be heard outside.

But Song Shuhang, who was crumpled into a ball and stuffed inside the bell, could hear piercing and endless ringing in his ears.

This sound was very magical, and it automatically tuned to things that Song Shuhang couldn’t stand.

For example, the ringing of his phone forcefully waking him up back when he had been studying for his entrance exams…

Or the sound of his electronic alarm beeping loudly every morning to wake him up back when he was in elementary school…

Or the crackling and rumbling of lightning from the heavenly tribulation, giving Song Shuhang a fright.

These sounds were both refreshing and demonic.

Moreover, this ringing directly affected his consciousness, and could not be blocked.

Had it not been for Song Shuhang having been crumpled into a ball, he would have knelt against the wall of the bell.

In the depths of these refreshing and demonic sounds, there were four voices reciting the Daoist Canon.

There was the voice of a young girl, the voice of a young man, the voice of a calm adult man, and the loud voice of an old man…

The four voices slowly recited daoist scripture, calming Song Shuhang’s mood.

Song Shuhang hurried to cooperate with them and returned to his senses, taking advantage of this opportunity to enter the correct state right away.

Once in the right state of mind, although the harsh sounds continued to reverberate in his head, their impact on Song Shuhang continued to get smaller and smaller.

I’m truly a man with a will as firm as steel.

Song Shuhang’s primordial soul gradually recovered from its spherical shape, and soon sat cross-legged as it entered a state of concentration.

After a while.

The ringing of the bell stopped.

Song Shuhang inwardly asked, Eh? Senior White has given up so soon?

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he discovered that the light in the ‘Scarlet Dragon Cave’ had gotten dim.

I remember that when I got back earlier today, it was still daytime. Why is it so dark already?

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword’s voice sounded. “Half a day has passed; it’s already late at night now. Has your frame of mind recovered?”

“!” Song Shuhang.

It’d been that long? In the bell, he felt as if only a moment had passed.

Is this the feeling that the saying ‘a day in the cave, a thousand years outside’ refers to?

Song Shuhang’s primordial soul scratched its head, and returned to his clone’s body.

In the next moment, he felt the ‘finishing touch’ inspiration from his main body and steel manifestation burst wildly.

His consciousness entered the ‘small golden core space’.

The first small golden core’s ‘The Forever Impregnable Holy City’, as well as his sixth small golden core, the mechanical core reactor, were flashing brightly, waiting to receive their respective finishing touches.