And that terrifying chime further told him this world was not simple, not simple at all.
From the chime in the bronze fragment, he realized that during Ancient Times, those with Great Divine Power were far stronger than he had ever imagined.
A bronze fragment, an illusory chime.
It could daze him for half a cup of tea's time, just this alone was an unimaginable power.
It had to be known that now, he had reached the Third Grade, becoming a Heavenly Human Grandmaster.
His strength when viewed in all of Great Xia, though not top tier,
Was still not common.
Anyone who could surpass him was a reputable existence in the world.
Yet he was rattled for so long by an illusory chime within a rusty bronze fragment.
He dared not imagine, if that bronze fragment were not fragmented but a complete treasure, what kind of power its chime would unleash.
Perhaps all would explode into dust.
Thinking of this, he did not feel an overwhelming burden suffocating him.
