A bronze bell slowly descended onto the scene with a man in purple standing upright on it. He looked to be in his early twenties and was classically handsome with flowing long hair. Poised atop the enormous bell, his eyes twinkled merrily at the Crimson Firmament elder.

Flaring with sword energy, the bell was as solid and real as the cauldron beneath the elder’s feet. 

Faint ripples oscillated through the air when the two great treasures faced off against each other, and all of the color drained from the demon god’s face. He’d turned himself into a red marble and was silently cowering in a corner of the world. 

If the two treasures came after him at the same time, they would severely injure his true spirit and send him into...