Buzz!
Just a few breaths later, Sikong Jing heard a heavy reverberation in his mind, and then the Wuming Stone instantly transformed into an illusion, or perhaps he saw a massive illusion...
Right after, Sikong Jing seemed to see a trail of phantom figures, practicing various Martial Skills in mid-air.
The number was nearly tens of thousands, even a hundred thousand Martial Skills, and in the middle of these phantom figures, a bell seemed to hang in the air.
The bell was enormous, quietly surrounded by countless phantom figures.
"The so-called ring, turns out it's because of this giant bell..."
Sikong Jing gazed at the giant bell and then swept his gaze over the phantom figures in the illusion.
"Just as they say, all the drills are the most basic Martial Skills, all below Spiritual-grade."
"Yet it encompasses absolutely everything..."
