No one paid attention to Lord Luo's words. There was no movement in the tomb. Only the sound of the rhythm continued, pouring into the bodies of the ancient corpses, especially the corpse king. He seemed to have come back to life. An astonishing storm of rhythm emerged from his body and spread to the surroundings.
In an instant, this Rhythmic Storm spread and enveloped the boundless space. At this moment, everyone seemed to be in the domain of Rhythmic Sorcery. The formless Rhythmic Sorcery affected every cultivator.
All the cultivators looked around. They could all feel the rhythm everywhere. When the rhythm entered their eardrums, it caused their emotions to resonate. It felt as if their spiritual souls were being invaded by the rhythm, producing a feeling of extreme sorrow. It was as if the sorrow and despair came from the depths of their souls.
"Be careful." Many people warned each other. They all felt the intensity of that emotion. It directly affected their souls and made them feel extreme sorrow.
Sorrow, despair, powerlessness. It was as if they were struggling, but they were powerless to break free. This intense emotion directly affected their Heart of the Path and affected their combat ability. Countless images emerged in their minds. They were images that evoked the trauma in their hearts. They were memories that could impact their hearts and souls. Moreover, these emotions were constantly magnified and affected them.
"The Divine Requiem."
Lord Luo's emotions were also strongly affected. At the same time, he was shocked. This was the horror of the Divine Requiem. It did not have direct attack power, but it could directly affect the Heart of a cultivator and even destroy a person.
When the Divine Requiem was played, all worlds mourned. One could imagine how terrifying the magic of the Divine Requiem was.
Every cultivator had experienced too many stories. To reach the peak of the Renhuang Plane, they had to go through many tribulations. Their Heart of the Path was stable, and they restrained all emotions. Some even severed their emotions to seek the Way. But no matter what, the things they had experienced still existed.
The Divine Requiem contained a kind of magic. It could evoke those things and magnify the emotions crazily, causing people to fall into endless sorrow and destroy their will. Even top figures would be affected. As for how much they would be affected, it naturally depended on who was playing the Divine Requiem. Ye Futian was the same.
Ye Futian was the same. His Heart of Dao was steady and his beliefs were firm. But at this moment, the memories that had long been sealed away were brought back again. Those images appeared vividly on the paper and appeared in his mind. He seemed to have returned to his youth and saw his teacher and grandmaster back then. He even experienced the sorrow and despair of the past again. He seemed to have returned to the era of the Holy Zhi Palace, saw Jieyu's death, and experienced it again.
That intense sorrow seemed to be magnified, causing him to feel the sorrowful wail from his soul. His entire person felt as though he was about to lose even his combat strength. This feeling was too terrifying. He didn't expect that music could actually contain such a terrifying magical power. It could subdue the enemy without even fighting and destroy his opponent emotionally.
"No!"
A voice appeared in Ye Futian's heart. He had to break free, or else it would be very dangerous. Not to mention that the ancient corpses had not made a move yet, even if they did not, falling into this endless sorrow would gradually corrode his mind until he was crippled.
Was the Divine Melody performed by a truly top-notch figure actually this powerful? Who was the one who played it?
At this moment, he actually had the same absurd thought as Lord Luo. Perhaps, the Great Emperor was really still around?
Otherwise, who could play such a Divine Melody?
Boom … At this moment, the Great Path on Ye Futian's body roared. It was as though he had transformed into a Divine Body of the Great Path. Endless divine light of the Great Path surrounded him. It was as though there were musical notes bursting out from his body. These dancing musical notes also seemed to interweave into a melody, resisting the invasion of the Divine Requiem.
However, at this moment, the ancient corpses began to move. Moreover, this time, they did not attack randomly like before. Instead, they all followed the movements of the corpse king.
The corpse king's body was suspended in the air, standing in the middle of the Rhythmic Storm. It was surrounded by the endless Rhythmic Storm. The other ancient corpses seemed to follow him, appearing in the area around his body.
The corpse king seemed to be a truly extraordinary cultivator. He raised his hand and pointed. Suddenly, in the vast space, the Rhythmic Storm moved with his finger. Suddenly, countless Sword Wills appeared between heaven and earth. These Sword Wills and the Rhythmic Storm merged into one. The sound of the swords seemed to also turn into a sorrowful wail. The sound of the swords became a melody, howling around the space.
The other ancient corpses did the same. Suddenly, the vast space was enveloped by the terrible sound of the Great Sorrowful Sword. It made it difficult for people to extricate themselves from it.
Vroom. The corpse king moved his finger and pointed at the cultivators. Suddenly, in the vast area, endless sorrowful swords whizzed out at the same time. They carried endless sorrow and slashed at the cultivators.
This sword seemed to be able to directly destroy spiritual souls. It was like the Great Sorrowful Sword. It also contained invisible power. It slashed at all the cultivators, covering all the top figures in this area.
"Be careful." Renhuang Chen's body appeared beside Ye Futian. Starlight surrounded him and shrouded this space. It wrapped Ye Futian and the group of cultivators from the Heavenly Mandate Academy in a starry light screen.
Vroom! Endless Sword Wills descended and blasted on the starry light screen. Suddenly, the entire starry light screen was covered. They could clearly see countless Sword Wills falling on the outside, causing the light screen to shake. Faint cracks appeared. The terrible melody penetrated the light screen and penetrated inside, affecting everyone's will.
In other places, the top cultivators from all sides were doing their best to resist. Even the giant-level figures felt fear. Some retreated frantically, while others were protected by the cultivators in the Tribulation Realm.
At this moment, the ancient corpses spread out and moved at the same time. They went in different directions to kill the cultivators in all directions. Only the corpse king remained standing in the same place. There was no emotion in his eyes. After all, he was a dead person. Naturally, he would not have emotions.
The corpse king glanced in one direction and looked at a giant-level figure from the Divine Prefecture. Then, he raised his hand and blasted it through the air. Suddenly, a huge handprint appeared between heaven and earth. Even this giant handprint let out a sorrowful howl. It was as if it was the Great Sorrowful Palm that blasted directly at the cultivator.
The cultivator retreated hastily. The sound of great sorrow seemed to be everywhere, penetrating into his mind and affecting his emotions, causing him to be unable to focus and erupt with full combat effectiveness. At this moment, he saw the palm of great sorrow blasting down, directly imprinting on his body. With a loud rumble, his spiritual soul was shattered, and his physical body fell from the sky. He was actually killed by a single palm strike!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
