Everyone looked in that direction. Even though they were in a battle of emotions, they still opened their eyes and stared in that direction. They wanted to see what was inside the tomb of the ruined city that was being pulled by the Dragon Turtle in the void.
No one doubted that this place contained the will of the Great Emperor, and they were already certain that it was Shenyin the Great, the foremost musician in ancient times. So, was the corpse of Shenyin the Great in this white coffin?
Everyone stared at the broken white coffin and finally saw what was hidden inside. There were no corpses, no physical body of Shenyin the Great, and no one else.
In the coffin, the storm of rhythm was still raging, and the place where the rhythm came from was the strings of the guqin.
Inside this white coffin, there was only a guqin, which seemed to contain life and could play divine music on its own.
The hearts of all the cultivators were beating fast. A guqin that could play divine music?
What kind of guqin was this?
Who was controlling the guqin?
Moreover, they could feel the will of the Great Emperor contained in the sound of the guqin. Then, did this guqin contain the will of Shenyin the Great?
However, even if this guqin contained the will of Shenyin the Great, why did it seem to have a life of its own? It played freely and even urged the sound of the guqin to control those ancient corpses, unless …
Thinking of this, even those cultivators who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path felt strong waves in their hearts. They stared at the guqin below. There was only one possibility for such a situation to have occurred. After Shenyin the Great died, his consciousness might have been integrated into this guqin, which was why the guqin contained a life of its own.
If that was the case, perhaps Lord Luo was right. The Great Emperor might have existed in another form, existing in this guqin, and could use this guqin to play divine music.
Just as they were thinking about it, they saw that those top cultivators had already made their move. They directly raised their hands to grab the guqin. This was a real divine item, a divine item that might have been integrated with the will of the Great Emperor. What would happen if they could take control of it?
However, just as they were about to grab the guqin, an extremely dazzling divine halo erupted from the guqin. It contained an unparalleled might that radiated out and landed directly on those cultivators. Immediately, those cultivators were sent flying backward. Under that divine halo, no one could stand still. Even the other cultivators in the distance could feel the might of the Great Emperor emanating from the sound of the guqin.
As their hearts beat, the guqin flew up and floated in the air. The strings on the guqin continued to beat, and the might of the emperor emanated from the guqin, shrouding the boundless space. At this moment, those top cultivators actually wanted to worship this guqin.
It was as if the zither represented the Great Emperor.
At this moment, the sound of the zither had an even stronger pressure and penetrating power than before, piercing through one's soul. The Dragon Turtle let out a violent cry of sorrow, and even the corpse of the Dragon Turtle seemed to be affected by it.
All the cultivators were immersed in despair and sorrow. They couldn't imagine how a person could play such a sorrowful tune. What had Shenyin the Great experienced to create this Divine Requiem? Ye Futian had a deeper feeling about this.
He was a person who studied the guqin, so he naturally understood that the sound of the guqin represented the state of mind. The person who could create the Divine Requiem must have experienced endless sorrow and despair. It was hard to imagine that an existence like Shenyin the Great, the first person who stood at the pinnacle of sorcery, would also harbor such sorrow.
The strong sense of sorrow affected his emotions, becoming more and more sorrowful. It was as if his soul was crying. The body of Shenjia the Great raised his head and looked at the beating guqin. There seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.
If I am immersed in this artistic conception, what will I experience? Ye Futian thought to himself. His body was surrounded by the will of the emperor, guarding his mind. At the same time, he let go of his emotions and did not deliberately resist. Instead, he allowed the sound of the guqin to invade and affect his emotions. Since it was destined that he could not resist it, he might as well accept it directly and feel the true artistic conception of this music.
As the sound of the guqin continued to spread, heaven and earth fell into endless sorrow. Even the Great Path seemed to be sorrowful. The resistance of those giants gradually weakened, and more and more people became quiet. The aura of the Great Path on their bodies gradually dissipated. Like Ye Futian, they gradually became immersed in the sound of the guqin, unable to extricate themselves.
One after another, they were immersed in the artistic conception of the guqin, in endless sorrow.
Only those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path were still resisting, especially those who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. Their wills were the most tenacious. Although they were also affected, their wills were still unwilling to yield to the sound of the guqin. They did not want to be disturbed by the music of the guqin. At their current level of cultivation, they were only one step away from the Heavenly Path. How could they allow themselves to be disturbed by the Great Path of Rhythm? For them, this was unacceptable.
Someone raised his hand and continued to try to grab the guqin. Several others also made their moves, grabbing at the guqin through the air. They wanted to forcefully seize the guqin with the supreme power of the Great Path and stop the sound of the guqin from continuing.
However, the throbbing strings of the guqin seemed to never stop. Sound waves swept out like waves, making every movement extremely difficult. When they got close to the guqin, the guqin would radiate brilliant divine light, like the might of the Great Emperor. It swept out along with the sound of the guqin, suppressing all the cultivators, causing them to tense up. The strings of the guqin throbbed, and another terrifying imperial might descended. Those cultivators were sent flying again, and some even let out muffled groans.
Although it was a guqin, it seemed to have a life of its own, and they could not catch it at all.
Those top figures looked at the guqin floating in the void, and their hearts trembled. It seemed that Shenyin the Great might have existed in this guqin in another way, giving it life. Even if they wanted to take it, they could not do so unless the guqin allowed them to take it and did not resist. Otherwise, it was impossible for them to do so.
The storm of rhythm shrouded this vast space. All the cultivators seemed to quiet down, and the aura of the Great Path they released gradually dissipated. At a glance, one could see that many of the top figures had tears in the corners of their eyes. The whole world seemed to be immersed in despair and sadness. Even the air was filled with sadness.
The sorrowful howl of the Dragon Turtle also sounded at this moment. With a roar, the Dragon Turtle moved again. With a violent sound, the Dragon Turtle set off again, smashing through the previous defensive forces, and gradually accelerating with the sound of the guqin. It was as if, like before, it was looking for its way home. And this time, the sorrowful howl continued, echoing in this endless void. The whole world seemed to be filled with endless sadness!
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