Chapter 120: Second Profession: Evening Bell Executioner

Time passed unknowingly. The man, through countless ponderings, summaries, and practices, grasped the true Evening Bell.

As the bell sound emanated, he changed the form of the sound waves through his own will. They could be countless sharp blades, countless spikes, countless hands, countless winds.

At this moment, he already felt that he had arrived at a completely new realm. He and the bell sound were indistinguishable, having become a part of the bell sound.

He could use the bell sound to investigate the surrounding situation, he could use the bell sound to confuse those monsters, he could use the bell sound to shatter mountains and rocks, he could use sound to hide his own body.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had already transcended the human level.

His once robust body was now only withered bones covered in dust. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here.

Was it a hundred years, or a thousand years? The man thought to himself.

However, he didn't care about these things, because he now stood in a completely new realm. He had already broken free from the shackles of humanity and arrived at a completely new state.

Here, the third chapter ended, followed by the fourth chapter titled: The Evening Bell of the Realm.

Seeing this, Silas temporarily stopped to organize the massive amount of information he had just seen.

The entire third chapter could be said to be the most information-dense, as it contained a huge amount of text introducing the man's techniques, methods, sequences, and even insights and summaries for comprehending and integrating with the bell sound.

"This section is not a novel at all; it's practically a cultivation manual!" Silas was shocked, using all his attention to diligently memorize it.

The two individuals' approaches and paths were very similar. Both started by mentally simulating the bell sound, then fully utilized the formlessness and transmissibility of sound for attack, reconnaissance, defense, casting illusions, and so on.

And the content recorded in this book was simply like an incomparably powerful senior writing down his entire life's cultivation experience, process, train of thought, and insights, forming a peerless secret manual.

Moreover, this peerless secret manual could only be understood by someone like Silas, who had heard the sound of the Evening Bell.

After resting for a moment, Silas continued to read.

The man stood on the temple, overlooking the secluded valley. The sound of the Evening Bell once again emanated. The man's eyeless skull, however, saw a truth he had never seen before.

The sound of the Evening Bell was not self-generated, but rather the sound produced each time a soul struck it.

So that's how it is!

The man was suddenly enlightened.

Souls yearning for liberation and salvation obtained redemption and liberation by striking the large bell, entering a completely new realm of peace.

And the bell sound produced by this striking was naturally full of redemption and purification.

A bell sound containing this principle could naturally purify all filth in the world.

Even the most defiled soul could obtain liberation and salvation by bathing in this bell sound.

Ah! I finally understand the meaning of this bell sound. It is the sound of salvation that purifies all defiled souls in the world.

It is an existence of purity and divinity manifested through death.

The man now completely understood.

So he jumped down from the temple, casually pulled off a black robe from a nearby corpse that had not yet weathered, wrapped it around himself, smashed the skull of an unknown horned monster to use as a mask, and casually picked up a rusty, old greatsword.

When he walked out of the secluded valley, a mysterious swordsman wearing a skull mask, a black robe, and wielding a greatsword appeared in the world.

Dong!

The distant and heavy sound of the bell once again came from the secluded valley.

The man looked up at the setting sun. The blood-red sunlight dyed everything in the world completely red, as if declaring something.

The man picked up his greatsword, knelt on the ground, and offered his highest faith to that large bell.

I will uphold Your principles, wield Your power, and allow all defiled souls in the world to be released and liberated. I am the agent of this Evening Bell, the executor of death, and the purifier of the world.

Hereby I declare, I am the one and only Evening Bell Executioner in this world, carrying the sound of the Evening Bell, obeying the mandate of heaven, to purify all defiled people, to mete out justice to the sinful, to give liberation to all who hate, and to give salvation to all who repent.

Listen! This sound of the Evening Bell will be the gospel of your final salvation.

I am the agent of heaven's mandate, the purifier of death, my name is %￥#…

The name was illegible, but it didn't affect Silas's comprehension in the slightest.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

At this moment, the fictitious large bell in Silas's mind, as if attracted by some inexplicable force, suddenly rang out with a magnificent and grand bell sound.

The next second, Silas felt an indescribable, mysterious, and profound power acting on his body.

Then, he clearly felt his spirit being strengthened. Countless mystical elements attached to his spirit, gradually changing his spiritual form, causing his spirit to form a bizarre shape.

"My heavens, isn't this the effect of a magic potion!?"

Silas's eyes widened in astonishment.

This ability to change one's mental state, and even physical habits and structure, through external forces was exactly the same as the professional magic potion Silas had taken before.

"So that's how it is! Evening Bell Executioner. That man condensed the laws of sound to create the profession of Evening Bell Executioner. I have had the same experience as him. After coming here, both sides resonated in the mystical direction. Using my own spiritual energy as a basis, it formed the effect of a magic potion, changing my mental and physical state."

Dong! …

The bell sound became clearer and louder. Silas could now clearly feel that the fictitious large bell in his spirit was transforming from illusory to real under the mystical effect.

"Anything is truly possible in this world! Some special professions can actually be passed down through knowledge and content recorded in books!" Silas was extremely excited at this moment.

Because, this could already be considered a fortuitous encounter.

Time slowly passed. Silas looked at the sky with vacant eyes, carefully experiencing the changes in his body and spirit.

When all the changes had ended, Silas blinked and came back to his senses.

At this moment, he felt that his body had not undergone any changes, and his habits had not changed either.

But Silas knew very well that the profession still existed. Because he felt that all his knowledge about sound was no longer scattered as before. It now seemed to be twisted together like a rope, converging and condensing, forming a system completely independent of that of a Priest.

"Second profession: Evening Bell Executioner…" Silas said slowly, his heart filled with nothing but joy.

The knowledge left behind by "Him" in the book had formed new rules and boundaries, creating a brand new profession centered around the bell sound for Silas.

"A profession is indeed, as Master Jeros said, something that assists us in concentrating our minds. The Evening Bell Executioner can only perform mysticism through the bell sound. After becoming this profession, I can only perceive the mysticism of the bell sound."

"I have now lost my mastery over other sounds. My miscellaneous knowledge about sound has been condensed and strengthened regarding the bell sound, while the mystical knowledge of other sounds has been completely lost and cannot be perceived."

"The ability to perceive sound extraordinarily has been lost. My ears are now no different from ordinary people's. The ability to control other sounds has also been lost; I can no longer perceive the mysticism of other types of sound. Fortunately, the ability to listen to the voices of the dead and the ability to let others hear the voices of souls originate from the Evening Bell, so they still remain."