Li Qian muttered to himself.
He closed his eyes, picturing a demon text carefully in his mind, and after a good while, there was no response.
His heart stirred, and the moment he thought about it, the shadow of the Chen Bell in his mind gently vibrated, emitting a clear bell sound.
Dong!
Li Qian only felt his spirit shake, and an extraordinary scene appeared: the envisioned demon text began to distort and dissolve automatically, seemingly undergoing a reorganization, eventually transforming into a complex and profound picture made of many patterns.
Li Qian was overjoyed in his heart.
He hadn't expected that the sound of the Chen Bell would also be beneficial for deciphering demon texts.
Thus, he began to ponder over this picture.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and exhaled deeply, realizing for the first time the complexity and depth of such text.
How this kind of demon text was created, he didn't know.
