Everyone was intoxicated by the melody. They felt that what Yan Li's fingers were playing was not music, but heavenly music that could only be heard in the heavens, and rarely heard in the mortal world.
His attainments in the Way of the Sether had already reached the acme of perfection, reaching the pinnacle of perfection, even surpassing that of "Craftsman". Therefore, the music that flowed from his fingertips was no longer music itself, but something close to dao.
Dao was the destruction and rebirth of all things in nature. No one could use words to describe it, just like no one could use words to describe what they were feeling at this moment.
When everyone, including the Obeisance Sect members, were immersed in the melody, the swords formed by the heroic spirits were like the heart of the sword in Yan Li's Source Sea. They spun on their own, and in the process, sword qi seeped out.
Strands of misty, illusory sword qi floated above the Parting Hatred Palace, flowing, interweaving, and changing. If one looked at it from a higher altitude, one could clearly see that it was infinitely close to the shape of Yan Li's Source Sea.
Following which, something unbelievable happened. Above the sword qi, a huge, blurry, illusory figure suddenly appeared, holding a sword.
Yuan Fulun, who was fighting with the Obeisance Sect members, almost had his eyes pop out. He cried out, "True Lord Xiansheng?"
In the legendary immortal-like realm, there was a stage called True Lord Xiansheng. It was the symbol of the top experts in the Jambu Realm. Even the Overlord, Ji Polu, had not reached this stage. Cultivators who entered this stage would automatically receive the title of True Lord. For example, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Peak, Guan Shanhai of the Court Of Sword, was known as True Lord Shanhai.
At the moment, there were less than ten known Perfected Monarchs in total.
"Hey, hey, this can't be real, right?" Dan hugged his wine gourd, even forgetting to drink. He said with his mouth agape, "An Impartation Realm cultivator is using the mystique of True Lord Xiansheng. Am I drunk and blind?"
"Usually, it's just the appearance." The Nest of All Wood Roots made a calm judgment.
"This kid can always create all sorts of surprises!" The Dark General, Lu Hanqing, smiled, and his triple-point blade slashed at the Nest with even more force.
Ji Polu, who was sitting paralyzed on the throne, forced his eyes open. A smile appeared on his lips. "Good kid...."
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When the phantom appeared, everyone looked at it and found that although it was blurry, they could vaguely make out that it was Yan Li's appearance.
At first glance, it was as if his soul had left his body. It was truly shocking.
At this time, the Post-Apocalyptic Era had fallen to a sufficient level.
Yan Li suddenly lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes. The melody changed according to his expression, but became deep and low. It was as if what was being played earlier was a peerless swordsman brewing a sword that could topple cities and countries. The sword spirit was high, but at the moment when it was about to be released, it restrained most of its sharpness, showing the unique but extremely long cadence of the melody.
The end of the world had arrived, there was no need to hesitate.
Yan Li raised his dashing eyebrows. It was as if the song had come to an end, and the story had come to an end. The high and low melodies stopped at the same time, leaving only one note.
Just this one sound was enough to silence everyone.
It was as if the end of the world had stopped.
With just this sound, the breathing between the mouth and the nose seemed to have sword energy coming in and out, showing off its indescribable sharpness.
With just this sound, the dark land seemed to have welcomed light. That was the hope of survival that had sprouted in many people's hearts.
With just this sound, it was no longer as complicated and melodious as before. Instead, it made people's hearts surge and their blood vessels expand.
With just this sound, it outlined the charm that could topple cities and countries.
Clang!
The peerless swordsman also drew his sword at this moment. The indescribable sound of drawing the sword was like the last sound of Gu Se. That charm was definitely not something that cultivators other than swordsmen could understand.
It was as if a hole had been opened at the bottom of the Milky Way. Immeasurable sword light, like a surging wave, slashed towards the Seven Stars Post-Apocalyptic Era. Everywhere it passed, a huge crack appeared in the void. After the sword light passed, it produced a strong suction force, swallowing a huge amount of air like a whale, to make up for the loss. It looked like layers of surging waves.
Therefore, wherever the sword light passed, it was like a tsunami.
The end of the tsunami was definitely not the other shore, but the Post-Apocalyptic Era that made countless people despair.
When the two collided, it first silently burst open, followed by a loud "boom" sound. The biting cold wind tore everyone on the battlefield, so they were forced to stop fighting. They could only watch as the sword light and the Post-Apocalyptic Era fought as equals, tearing each other apart, canceling each other out and exploding. It was as if the outcome of this battle would be the result.
Fu Jian suddenly laughed evilly. "He lost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light was indeed at a disadvantage, and was being devoured by the Post-Apocalyptic Era.
What was being devoured was the people's hope.
Darkness once again ruled the land.
But suddenly, that sound could be heard clearly again.
As if the reinforcements had arrived, the immeasurable sword light soared, with a disdainful attitude, it wanted to cut the Post-Apocalyptic Era in half.
The Post-Apocalyptic Era slowly split open from the middle. Just when the people of Parting Hatred Palace were about to cheer, that sound suddenly disappeared. The sword light once again became dispirited, and the Post-Apocalyptic Era once again gained the upper hand.
Everyone saw that Yan Li's face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. They did not know what kind of pressure was suppressing him. Behind the mask, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he could not even speak.
The momentum of the sword light became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into nothingness. It was believed that when it completely disappeared, it would be the moment that Parting Hatred Palace became history.
The people of Heaven Sect all revealed a victorious smile, because even if everyone present died, they would not die.
What exactly happened?
Ji Zhiyuan's gaze fell on Yan Li, and his thin brows furrowed. "Law Domain?"
His gaze fell on Gu Se. Based on her attainments in the Zither Dao, she could see that Yan Li had been maintaining that sound, but it could not be transmitted to the outside world.
At this moment, Yan Li was shrouded in a Law Domain.
Once the Law Domain appeared, his body also appeared. It was Lotus, who had not made a move yet.
It was not surprising that Lotus possessed a Law Domain. The Heaven Sect disciples were all strange and terrifying, and it was strange that they had not revealed their Law Domain.
But the reason why this Law Domain was strange was because he felt a familiar aura.
At this moment, he really had no time to think about what method Lotus' Law Domain was based on, and why she had been hiding it. He had used all his strength, but he was unable to break the Law Domain's limit, and his condition was getting worse and worse.
As if reading something from Yan Li's eyes, Lotus said coldly, "You know too much."
She pinched her right hand into an orchid shape and flicked it in the void. Then, she gently flicked it out, and a rich mysterious light shot out like a bolt of lightning, whistling through the air and heading straight for Yan Li's head.
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