After passing through the misty cloud layer over the coastline, we arrived at the East Continent. Standing on the observation deck of the Flying Ship, looking forward, swirling spiritual auras were transforming into dragons and auspicious beasts, dancing in the air.
This is the scene of a harvest.
A loud and deep bell sounded from afar, ringing five times, symbolizing a bountiful harvest and expressing the farmer's warm welcome to guests.
"Is this the legendary morning bell? It sounds beautiful." Zhuge Hong squinted his eyes, indulging in the sound of the morning bell.
Luo Qingyao stood beside him, like a white sword. Her high ponytail fluttered and swayed in the gentle breeze blowing through the barrier.
"It is said that the morning bell was born at the beginning of all things. It represents life and vitality."
"What about the evening drum?" Zhuge Hong asked.
"The evening drum was said to be born at the end of all things. It represents the end and the hope for the future."
