The steps are wide, the steps are long, and the steps are far.
Step by step, Han Sanqian even went straight up the stairs until the end, when he didn't know how many steps he had taken.
He raised his head several times, but every time what he saw was the endless stairs. Simply, he didn't look at them, just kept his head down, and walked up step by step like a machine.
Finally, after a long time, he suddenly discovered that the steps under his feet were extraordinary steps. They were crystal clear, looking like stone but not stone, and looking like jade but not jade.
When I looked up, I saw a high platform at the end of the steps not far away, which was stable at the top.
He glanced at his feet. There were already countless steps spiraling deep into the ground.
"call!"
With a heavy breath, Han Sanqian opened his legs, accelerated his speed, and quickly headed towards the high platform.
In less than a moment, Han Sanqian had climbed to the high platform.
The high platform is made up of countless huge square bricks about one meter in length and width, totaling about three hundred square meters. The floor tiles are similar to the last steps. In the center of the high platform, an old clock is hung in the center, with two
Standing on a large pillar, it looks extremely majestic.
"Bell Ringer!"
"One sound is the sound, seven sounds is the end."
A voice that sounded like an old man's but was vigorous and powerful was hollow and illusory.
Han Sanqian looked closely at the old clock. Damn, this clock alone is as big as a large truck. It is also covered with rust. It is more like a piece of scrap metal than a clock, so from now on
From the appearance, the possibility of this bell ringing is extremely low.
Moreover, the clock hammer hanging next to him didn't look like it was easy to use. It was also rusty. The most embarrassing thing was its weight.
Just by looking at it, that thing weighs thousands of kilograms. It is simply beyond human reach to lift it and ring the bell.
If Han Sanqian was in its heyday, with such a bell and such a hammer, Han Sanqian would have nothing to fear and should be able to handle it at will.
But without the support of cultivation, it is simply impossible to move it.
Han Sanqian even laughed at himself, saying that he was already pretty good if he could move the hammer.
"Young man, pick up the hammer and you may begin."
"If the bell can ring once, you are considered a man."
"If you can ring twice, you can be considered a person who has not lived in this world in vain. If you can barely do it, you can be considered a cultivator."
"If you can ring this three times, you are the best among people. You can be considered the first person to achieve something."
The words fell and the voice broke.
Han Sanqian frowned: "Senior, are you gone?"
"What else do you want to know?"
"I want to know, what is the fourth tone and what is the fifth tone?"
"It seems that you don't need to know these, but since you asked, I know everything, so you should listen clearly."
Han Sanqian nodded: "I'm all ears."
"Okay, if this bell rings four times, it will be the pride of heaven and earth. Therefore, it will tower over people."
"As for the five voices, you can dominate all directions and call the true god with one voice."
Han Sanqian roughly understood. This one ring was for an ordinary person in Bafang World, while the second ring was for a high-ranking disciple who had achieved success in school. The third ring was for a master, and the fourth ring was for a master.
Sheng is a super master who can dominate an area, while Wu Sheng is considered a true god.
However, this did give Han Sanqian a deeper question.
"I just heard from the old gentleman that this bell can ring seven times. So, what about the six and seven times?" Han Sanqian asked doubtfully.
"Six or seven times?" The old gentleman was not angry, nor was he impatient at all. He just said slowly: "These are beyond your understanding. There is no need to ask, and there is no need to know."
Han Sanqian smiled bitterly. Although the old man didn't answer, it was obvious that Han Sanqian could roughly judge from the previous situation that it was absolutely amazing to be able to knock out six or seven sounds.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian shook his head: "I asked Han to ring the bell, but this senior only talked about the front and not the back. Han really didn't know whether the bell was ringing or not."
"After all, what if I want this bell to ring seven times?"
Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the old man smiled softly: "Seven times? It seems that I should really tell you what these six and seven sounds mean."
