At this time, Master Mingwen was on an extraordinary planet. He had taken the pill and was already a deity.
'Is there really any meaning to my cultivation? '
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression pale.
He looked at the terrifying enemy in front of him, who was holding his dao companion's hand.
"Qin'er, I've let you down."
Guru Mingwen bitterly smiled. "In the past, your aptitude was great and you were the first to ascend. Moreover, you were taken away by my sect's seventh great ancestor, a spiritual immortal from the Upper Realms. But, I didn't expect this old fellow to be so disrespectful and humiliate the juniors of our sect. He forcefully captured you and made you his human furnace. I said that I would save you, but who would have thought …"
"You ascended so quickly because you used external objects?"
A pale woman looked into the distance without saying anything.
"Yes, I obtained the pill and cultivated for a while. I got permission to go out, so I came here immediately," he said.
Their Upper Realm had a few immortals who surpassed the rules of the universe. Every year, there would be deities from various planets who ascended.
Now, he had plotted against the sect's seventh ancestor, Immortal Ling Ming, to take Qin'er away, but he had still been discovered.
Around them were numerous Godly Spirits, as well as a Daoist cultivator who was looking down on them.
"This deity must have used technology to break through, right?"
"This kind of deity is the weakest among the technological deities. Their cultivation didn't increase by themselves!"
"These deities are weak, but their technology is powerful. In fact, they are all deity scientists who control those mysterious machines and dao artifacts with terrifying destructive power!"
"That's them. The one before us is extremely weak in the same realm and has no mechanical knowledge."
"How pitiful. He used external objects to forcefully increase his cultivation just to save his dao companion. I've heard of that Immortal Ling Ming. He's scum, even harming the juniors of his own sect." Some deities took pity on him, but killing here was a violation of the dignity of a level nine daoist. He would die without a doubt.
...
"We're going to die here..."
Master Mingwen was suddenly at a loss.
He had great talent and was once the most powerful being on this planet, a peak level seven.
Previously, he had thought that he had encountered a great opportunity and barely managed to join that mysterious immortal sect. Not to mention the village woman and Old Man Fang, even Emperor Zhao Wen, a mortal emperor, had better aptitude than him.
But in the end, he still thought that it was an extremely powerful immortal fate. Even though he had always been cultivating some kind of strange music score and had never increased his battle prowess in the slightest.
However, after he left the planet and saw the outside world, he went out to train. Only then did he realize how ridiculous he was and gradually began to doubt himself.
Their sect didn't even cultivate, they just ate elixirs to improve.
Apart from him, the others were all mortals. They didn't even know how many realms they had cultivated, so they kept studying the other music scores.
As for that music score, it was of no help to their cultivation … Coupled with the fact that they had increased their cultivation by external forces, their combat strength was indeed unimaginably weak.
"We're going to die." Guru Ming Wen sighed and said, "It's my fault for wasting my cultivation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have …"
"I'm fine." The woman smiled and shook her head. "Haven't you been studying the so-called music scores all these years? Since you're about to die, you can send us off so that your years of study won't be in vain."
Guru Ming Wen's face was deathly pale as he nodded.
He wanted to take out the virtual dao tool from before, but he rejected the idea. Instead, he took out the rainbow-colored glass bead that he had been given.
Every disciple could get one, but his level was the lowest, so he could only get one.
"Listen, this is the knowledge I've learned for a thousand years. It's all in this song." He grabbed the marble high up and threw it high up.
Crash.
The marble shattered.
Before he died, he entered an unprecedented ethereal state. It was extremely mysterious, and everything he had learned in his life was incomparably clear. Death, hatred, fear, all emotions were implanted into this seed, and it bloomed like a flower.
Boom!
An explosion of resplendent and magnificent whirlpool swept out.
All sorts of clanging sounds transformed into an unprecedented and terrifying wave that surged out.
This was the most unimaginably beautiful music. The crisp sound of collision was like the stars under the bright moon. It was magnificent and magnificent, and the notes were like moonlight fairies jumping about.
The music carried the strangeness of blood.
In the next second, the surrounding deities instantly turned into a circle of shattered ripples that spread out. Even that deity who achieved the Dao could only let out a final scream. He said in horror, "Creation of the heavens and earth, you are …"
When they came back to their senses, the dried blood on the ground had already congealed into black.
Even the entire transcendent world had turned into nothingness.
"This song of yours?" The woman turned around in a daze and looked at Guru Ming Wen.
As a deity, he had slaughtered several Zenith Heaven deities and countless deities … This was something that had never happened since ancient times. It was hard to imagine.
A song that destroyed the world!
Guru Ming Wen was also dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say.
What exactly was he cultivating? It clearly didn't have any power, and it didn't even have a cultivation system, so how could it be …
He felt a sense of rejection from the entire universe, as if something strange was being born.
The woman didn't ask anymore. The two of them just stood there stiffly for a long time.
After a while, she said, "It seems that I've been gone for too long. Many things have happened. In your sect, how many people like you are there?"
"I'm the weakest. I became a monk halfway through. The rest are all mortals who don't even know their cultivation realms." He murmured, "Their minds are pure. Different from my skeptical attitude, they are extremely serious. They really believe that this is the orthodox method of cultivation. Their level is already countless times higher than mine."
Mortal … mortals? As soon as he said that, he stiffened for a while.
Suddenly, the air trembled.
An ancient saint tore through space and descended.
It was an old woman. Her aged voice seemed to come from the primordial era. "I've achieved the Dao for the common people, established life for the Postcelestial beings, and cut off the karmic aura of others. But you can't hide it from me. It's her …"
"Tell me, where is she?"
The two of them trembled and looked at the old woman in front of them.
This was the oldest saint who had created the heavens and earth, the mother of all things, Female B.
At this time, she was close to the end of her decay, but she was extremely excited. There was an indescribable joy on her face, as if she had seen the ultimate truth of the world.
"The Chaotic Saint has descended!"
The two of them fell into a daze again. Their minds were completely blank in the ruins! Everything that had happened was too unbelievable. They never thought that the oldest saint would personally come to see them.
It was just the death of a civilization that had achieved the Dao. To the high and mighty saint, it was completely insignificant. But she had descended.
And what she was looking for was the sect on that incomparably mysterious planet, the Heavenly Chord Sect.
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