Shangguan Qiuye saw that Ye Futian was completely focused and engrossed. Her eyes sparkled.
Previously in the Penglai Deity Region, Ye Futian's Sword Will had slain the cultivators of the Jun family. His strength was extraordinary. In her opinion, Jun Qiuyan was far inferior to him. Now that he was comprehending here, he must also be proficient in the Way of Rhythm.
In that case, the possibility of it being Ye Futian was very high. This was because, apart from Ye Futian and Jun Qiuyan who had just arrived, most of the people here had already been here. Before this, she was the one who had the deepest understanding of the cliff face.
Shangguan Qiuye turned around and glanced at Jun Qiuyan. There was a hint of contempt in her indifferent eyes, as if she was mocking him. Jun Qiuyan had always looked down on Ye Futian, but in reality, if not for his status as a descendant of the Jun family of the Penglai Continent, he would be far inferior to Ye Futian.
Jun Qiuyan frowned. His pupils contracted as he stared at Ye Futian. A thought appeared in his mind again. Who is the Flowering Tree blooming for?
His eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, and an aura of the Great Path fell on Ye Futian. Ye Futian, who was in the midst of comprehending, was disturbed by this aura of the Great Path. He woke up from his cultivation, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The musical notes of the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm were extraordinary and difficult to comprehend. One had to be fully immersed in it and could not be distracted. It was much more difficult than comprehending the swordsmanship. Hence, Jun Qiuyan's will of the Great Path invaded his mind, instantly waking him up.
He turned his gaze and glanced at Jun Qiuyan. He saw that Jun Qiuyan was also looking at him. Seeing the abnormality between the two, Yun Zhe, who was at the side, revealed a strange expression. He looked at Ye Futian and asked, "Did he do it?"
He looked at Ye Futian seriously and saw that on the mountain wall, the golden light of the runes had dimmed, as if they had lost their color. There was no longer any ripples, which made his expression even more strange.
Was it really him?
"Jun Qiuyan, it seems like you have a good eye. You wanted to pull him under you to cultivate on the Eastern Deity Island. Unfortunately, he did not give you the honor," Jun Qiuyan said. Yun Zhe smiled and said, "But it's no wonder. With such natural talent and the opportunity to comprehend the Great Dao, why would you want to benefit others?"
"It was just luck," Jun Qiuyan said. "Continue comprehending."
At this moment, he did not touch Ye Futian, letting him continue to comprehend.
Ye Futian stared intently at Jun Qiuyan. However, at that moment, another voice rang in his ears. "Shangguan Qiuye of the Shangguan clan of the Penglai Continent. How should I address you?"
"Ye Liunian." Ye Futian glanced at Shangguan Qiuye, who was beside him. She was talking to him telepathically.
"Renhuang Ye." Shangguan Qiuye said, "The Great Path of Rhythm is engraved on this cliff face, the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm. Every golden rune is a musical note. Renhuang Ye activated a musical note just now. Is there any way to comprehend all of these musical notes?"
"I don't know," Ye Futian replied. What did Shangguan Qiuye mean by this?
"Jun Qiuyan asked you to continue comprehending the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm," Shangguan Qiuye said. "If you really want to comprehend it, I believe he will capture you and force you to reveal the method of comprehension. Why don't we work together? If you can comprehend the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm, the Shangguan Clan is willing to protect you from danger." As for the condition, it was needless to say. It was naturally to comprehend the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm.
This method was priceless. The Shangguan Clan was willing to protect Ye Futian on the condition that he could comprehend the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm on the cliff face.
"That depends on whether I can comprehend it," Ye Futian replied. He did not agree, nor did he refuse.
Since both Jun Qiuyan and Shangguan Qiuye wanted to watch him comprehend it, he naturally would not disappoint them.
Ignoring them, Ye Futian continued to face the cliff face to comprehend and cultivate. However, Beigong Ao, Emperor Helian, and the others guarded Ye Futian with some vigilance. They could naturally tell that Ye Futian needed to fully immerse himself in comprehending the Great Path of Rhythm. Since they themselves could not comprehend the Great Path of Rhythm, they might as well not comprehend it. Instead, they guarded Ye Futian to prevent him from suddenly killing them.
After all, on the Eastern Deity Island, anything could happen.
Ye Futian started from the beginning and comprehended the first golden rune. When he looked at the cliff face, he entered a mysterious state. It was as though there was only him and the musical note. The rhythm of the musical note spread out. The golden musical note danced, and wisps of the aura of the Great Path emanated from it.
Sensing this rhythm, Ye Futian seemed to hear a very faint sound.
Moreover, this sound was not heard with the ears. Instead, it was perceived with the heart and mind. Through the rhythm of the musical note, he could perceive the sound of the rhythm. If his attainments in Rhythm were high enough, he might be able to hear it directly. However, the current him could not do so.
A formless wind blew. The cultivators standing in front of the cliff face quietly sensed it. They also felt the intent of the rhythm. It was an indescribable feeling. It was like a rhythmic sound, but they could not hear it.
How strange, many people thought. Some of the older generation revealed strange expressions. An upper-level Renhuang from the Shangguan clan stared at the cliff face and said, "Rumor has it that some top-notch Rhythm offensive techniques can kill without leaving a trace or sound. This Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm belongs to the top-notch Rhythm offensive technique. When the formless rhythm sweeps past, the spiritual soul will be shattered."
"So, in fact, we have already sensed the rhythm of the Rhythm. It's just that we cannot hear it," someone beside him said.
Everyone nodded slightly and continued to sense it quietly. As time passed, another rune lit up with a dazzling golden divine brilliance. A strong rhythm emanated from it, causing many people to reveal strange expressions.
Jun Qiuyan's gaze was very cold. He swept a glance at Ye Futian. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
However, he did not stop Ye Futian from cultivating. Instead, he allowed him to continue. After Ye Futian finished cultivating, if he could comprehend the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm, it would not be too late to capture him. In that case, Ye Futian could also be of some use to them.
Right now, Jun Qiuyan was conflicted. He hoped that Ye Futian could comprehend it, but at the same time, he did not want him to.
From the depths of his heart, he did not want Ye Futian's talent to be so outstanding. In this way, he seemed extremely mediocre in front of Ye Futian.
However, no matter how he thought about it, on the cliff face, more and more runes lit up with golden divine brilliance. The light shone brightly. Gradually, the space in front of the cliff face lit up with a frightening divine light. Many golden runes appeared from within. Wisps of formless waves bloomed from within, like waves, sweeping out towards the space in front of the cliff face.
Ye Futian was also completely immersed in it. In his own world, he seemed to be in an independent space. Countless musical notes floated around him. Wisps of mystical Sanskrit lingered around him. He did not seem to understand them. The frightening rhythm spread out in all directions. These countless runes seemed to interweave into a pattern. One could faintly see a golden Buddha statue.
The Sanskrit Sound of the Great Path was coming from the Buddha statue.
The cliff face gradually lit up with an incomparably dazzling divine brilliance, illuminating this space. The cultivators in front of the cliff face were extremely shocked. They had actually activated the runes on the cliff face.
They looked around them and had a feeling that all of them had been enveloped by an invisible rhythm. The golden divine brilliance was everywhere. It was like wisps of silk threads enveloping the vast space. It was like a domain of the Great Path.
Beigong Shuang looked around and then looked at Ye Futian. Indeed, there was nothing that he did not know.
Shangguan Qiuye was also immersed in cultivation. This kind of opportunity was more suitable for comprehension. She could use Ye Futian's comprehension to make her own perception of the cliff face much clearer. She also comprehended a few runes. There was an invisible rhythm around her.
Jun Qiuyan sensed everything that was happening in front of him. His expression was slightly gloomy. Not far away from him, Yun Zhe looked at him and said, "Such a level of comprehension is probably hard to find in the Penglai Continent. What a pity."
When Jun Qiuyan heard Yun Zhe's words, he became even more gloomy. He could naturally see that Ye Futian had done what Shangguan Qiuye had failed to do.
A powerful aura bloomed and permeated in Ye Futian's direction. However, at this moment, Beigong Ao, who had been on guard all along, took a step forward and came to Ye Futian's side. The aura of the Great Path permeated and enveloped this area, not allowing Beigong Ao to disturb Ye Futian.
"That's enough!" Jun Qiuyan shouted. His voice was like thunder, and the void trembled violently. It was as if the invisible rhythm had been dispersed. Ye Futian, who was cultivating, was immersed in the rhythm. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, causing his mind to become slightly unsteady.
Ye Futian's heart was cold. Wisps of invisible rhythm swept out, dispersing the voice. His lips moved slightly, and he spat out a cold voice, "Get lost …"
As this voice fell, it was like the divine voice of the Great Path. Once spoken, the law would follow. A terrifying rhythm swept out, instantly drowning Jun Qiuyan's body. His expression changed drastically. The terrifying rhythm directly attacked his spiritual soul. The sound of Sanskrit lingered, trying to shatter his spiritual soul.
Boom!
With a loud sound, Jun Qiuyan's body was sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood. The expressions of the people around him changed drastically. Their figures flickered, but Jun Qiuyan still fell to the ground. His face was pale.
His gaze became extremely gloomy as he glanced at Ye Futian. He saw that Ye Futian was still cultivating. He had not moved at all, but he had already injured him.
This scene could only be described as asking to be humiliated, and it could not be more appropriate.
"Tragic." Many people looked at Jun Qiuyan with some sympathy. The heir of the Jun family of the Penglai Continent had been humiliated. What happened here would definitely spread to the Penglai Continent!
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