After the Dragon Turtle stopped, there were finally no more dark cracks appearing. Everything gradually calmed down. However, a ruined city floated above the void.
Around it, the cultivators stood in the void and stared at it. Ancient corpses walked out of the tombs one after another. Rhythmic sounds rang out, seemingly urging the ancient corpses to move. Among them, a few powerful ancient corpses were still there, standing in different positions. They opened their eyes and swept their gaze over the cultivators around them as if they were all living cultivators.
These ancient corpses all released an extremely powerful aura. As the rhythmic sounds rang out, the ancient corpses began to move, directly pouncing towards the surrounding cultivators.
The power of each ancient corpse was comparable to a giant level figure.
"We must destroy them directly," someone said. These ancient corpses had no life to begin with. Only by completely destroying them would they be able to do so.
"Mmm." The cultivators nodded. This time, the cultivators of the three major worlds were surrounding this place. At the same time, they released the aura of the Great Path. For a moment, the power of the Great Path in this space went berserk. It was extremely terrifying. Ye Futian, who stood in the distance and did not make a move, could feel the suffocating pressure that assaulted his face.
There was a huge pagoda that slammed down, releasing a destructive golden divine brilliance that flattened and shattered everything. There was a sword river that annihilated the void, a dark spear that slashed through the darkness, and a spatial divine brilliance that tore through the space. In an instant, the attacks that erupted from the cultivators covered the sky and the sun at the same time, directly covering the entire ruined city. No ancient corpse could escape the coverage of this attack power.
An extremely violent power blasted down with the power to destroy the world. Loud rumbling sounds rang out. In an instant, the ancient corpses that were charging towards the cultivators were all destroyed. It was as if they were trapped in the ruined city, unable to break out even if they wanted to.
Pitch-black cracks appeared in the chaotic space, and they did not calm down for a long time. When everything calmed down, many ancient corpses had already disappeared. They had been completely wiped out.
Only a few powerful ancient corpses were still standing there. The chaotic power of destruction did not destroy them. These ancient corpses were existences that could contend with figures at the level of Renhuang Chen.
In the tomb, the light became brighter and brighter, and the sound of rhythm became louder and louder. A rumbling sound came out, and the tomb seemed to have exploded. A corpse stood on top of the tomb. In the tomb, invisible rhythm continuously poured into the body of this ancient corpse, causing this ancient corpse to be surrounded by the light of the Great Path. He stood there, and an invisible might swept out from his body. It actually made all the cultivators standing around the City of the Ruins feel a terrifying pressure.
Their gazes gradually became solemn. The rhythmic sounds seemed to contain a strange magic power. They frantically flowed into the body of the corpse that had appeared, causing the aura of the corpse to become stronger and stronger. There seemed to be divine light lingering around it. The lifeless body seemed to have been reborn as if it had been reborn. His black hair was like ink, and the skin on his face gradually became smooth and angular. It was as if he had truly come back to life.
Not only that, but the light of rhythmic sorcery released from his body surrounded the surroundings and enveloped the other ancient corpses. Suddenly, the bodies of the ancient corpses lit up with rays of light. Seeing this scene, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators became solemn. Was this a corpse king?
It was as if with him as the center, the surrounding ancient corpses had all come to life. Where did the rhythmic sounds in the tomb come from? Why did the rhythmic sounds contain such magic power?
"It's a Divine Melody that has been lost for many years. I think I roughly know who is buried in this tomb." A voice was heard. Suddenly, many gazes looked towards the person who spoke. It was Lord Luo of the Outer Purple Heaven, the controller of one of the Divine Melodies.
This rhythm was a Divine Melody that had been lost for many years?
The hearts of all the cultivators were stirred. The Divine Melodies were all created by the Great Emperors. Only the melodies created by the existence of the Great Emperors were qualified to be called Divine Melodies. The Nine Major Divine Melodies were all passed down from ancient times.
In that case, the owner of the tomb in the City of the Ruins pulled by the Dragon Turtle was indeed an ancient Great Emperor.
Many people looked thoughtful. Some people seemed to have vaguely known the answer, and suddenly they were a little moved. There were also many people who did not understand the secret of the Divine Melodies. They could not help but ask, "Which Divine Melody is it, and who is buried in the tomb?"
"The Divine Requiem," Lord Luo said. "The saddest of the Nine Major Divine Melodies was created by Shenyin the Great, a peerless figure of the ancient times. When the Divine Requiem is played, all worlds mourn. It can control the emotions of others and make them unable to break free. No wonder the lament of the Dragon Turtle was so sad."
Shenyin the Great.
The hearts of all the cultivators trembled. This Great Emperor was also a figure who could be recorded in the annals of history. Rumor had it that Shenyin the Great was a man of pure emotion. He was obsessed with the Way of Rhythm all his life and cultivated it to the extreme. In his era, he was the number one in the Way of Rhythm. Otherwise, he would not have dared to say that when the Divine Requiem was played, all worlds mourned.
"Why can he control these ancient corpses?" someone asked. These ancient corpses seemed to be controlled by the rhythm.
"Because this is not a pure Divine Requiem. Shenyin the Great was the number one in the Way of Rhythm in his era. The Way of Rhythm he was good at was terrifying. It is not surprising that he could control ancient corpses. What I am curious about is, is there really only a trace of the will of Shenyin the Great in the tomb?" Lord Luo's expression was solemn. Suddenly, the cultivators around him also showed a strange look. Obviously, they understood the meaning behind his words.
If there was only a trace of will, how could it activate the rhythm and control these corpses?
Moreover, it seemed to do as it pleased.
But if it was not the will of the Great Emperor, then what was buried in the tomb?
If they thought about it this way, it was a bit frightening.
Lord Luo bowed to the tomb and said, "Great Emperor, we accidentally found this place in the void space, so we came to explore. We did not mean to disturb the Great Emperor."
Hearing Lord Luo's words, the cultivators around him were shocked. Did Lord Luo think that the Great Emperor was still alive?
How was this possible? If the Great Emperor was still alive countless years ago, why hadn't he come into the world for so many years? Why did he let the Dragon Turtle wander aimlessly in the void? If the Great Emperor was still alive, he could kill them with one hand. Why did he have to make things so complicated?
"Lord Luo, I'm afraid you are overthinking," someone said. Obviously, he did not think that this legendary figure of the ancient era was still alive.
If that was the case, it would be too shocking.
"The mysterious mister of Four Corner Village, you seem to have forgotten that nothing is impossible. After the collapse of the Heavenly Path, it was said that the gods had fallen, but can the gods really die so easily? Perhaps, they exist in another form in the world," Lord Luo said, which made many people frown. They seemed to remember something!
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