Chapter 565: Low-Config Version of the Qingtong Sect Opens

The sudden blast of the Yin Soldiers' horn made Zhang Lin break out in goosebumps.

He had only ever read descriptions of this sound in the original novel, and heard it portrayed in film and television adaptations.

But hearing it with his own ears, for real, was a first!

The shock this horn sound brought was simply beyond words.

Though it seemed to come from somewhere far away, it struck straight to the soul!

That feeling of making the soul itself tremble, as if one could not help but march into the ranks of the Yin Soldiers along with the horn!

Only now, Zhang Lin was a bit dumbfounded.

How could such an eerie Yin Soldiers' horn sound appear in his home?

With no clue at all, Zhang Lin suddenly turned his gaze to the Qingtong Sect model on the table!

"Could it be… the Yin Soldiers' horn sound is coming from inside this thing?"

Zhang Lin sat on the sofa, leaning close to the glass sphere to look carefully at the situation inside.

This glass sphere was two or three times the size of an ordinary round fish tank!

Though its volume could be called large, once the Dangqingtong Sect and the surrounding mountains and rivers were shrunk down proportionally and placed inside, it still looked very cramped.

This also caused the scenery inside to be rather hard to see clearly!

Most importantly, the clouds and mist that lingered long above the canyon blocked off the most crucial part inside the canyon.

Looking down from above, Zhang Lin simply could not see the situation inside the canyon clearly.

Unless a gust of wind could blow the clouds and mist away!

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin, with his hand on the glass sphere, began searching for any opening.

He discovered it was a perfect glass sphere, with a slightly flat bottom for easy placement.

But the whole thing had not a single seam — clearly, when it was formed, it was a single piece.

If he wanted to take the glass off and blow some wind into the canyon inside, he could only smash the glass!

Zhang Lin's gaze turned to an ashtray on the table.

This thing was made of marble — one hammer strike would definitely smash the glass.