But this flash of joy was fleeting, and he quickly suppressed it.
'The timing is wrong. This isn't the moment to be thinking about this.' He quickly focused his mind, listening to the Demon Sound coming from Nie Bin in the distance.
After a moment, another expert from the Demon Sect appeared in his field of view.
He too, with a tacit understanding, remained silent. He sat down cross-legged, simultaneously resisting the Demon Sound and eavesdropping on the incantation.
"The nature of sound is the tearing of silk by the Gang Wind of the Nine Heavens, the miasma of the Nine Abysses condensing in the throat…
Forge a bell with the sorrowful tears of the Human Emperor, craft a chime from the relics of a Buddha's Son, and temper the seven passions in purgatory to create the notes. Only then can the Skillful Method be achieved…"
The strange words, like the bewitching whispers of demons from the nine netherworlds, drifted faintly from Nie Bin's lips.
