The Dragon Turtle set off again, and the roar continued to rumble through the void. Spatial cracks appeared between heaven and earth, and the sorrowful cries that came from the Dragon Turtle's mouth seemed to make people cry.
What was even more sorrowful was the Divine Sorrow Melody. Above the huge body of the Dragon Turtle, the city of the ruins formed a domain of the Great Path of Rhythm. All the cultivators were trapped in it, including those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. They were also enveloped by the Divine Sorrow Melody, falling into absolute sorrow and unable to extricate themselves.
Those who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path had the strongest resistance, but they were unable to take the guqin away. Gradually, the sound of the guqin invaded them, and they also fell into that absolute sorrow. This emotion of absolute sorrow could even crush a strong will. Unless there was a cultivator who had been stripped of the seven emotions and six desires, there was no way to break free from the music played by the Great Emperor.
No matter how strong one's cultivation was, they would fall into it.
Gradually, except for the sorrowful cries of the Dragon Turtle, the space became extremely quiet, except for the extremely sorrowful sound of the guqin.
Ye Futian had fallen into this sorrow. He knew that he could not resist it, so he did not resist the sound of the guqin. Instead, he let nature take its course and let himself be immersed in it. He wanted to see if this sorrow could completely destroy him. He also wanted to see what was hidden in this extreme sorrow.
As a cultivator of the guqin, he knew that every tune contained its meaning. He wanted to feel the mood when Shenyin the Great played the guqin, and he wanted to see why Shenyin the Great could create such a sorrowful melody.
After entering that mood, the sorrow hidden in the depths of Ye Futian's heart seemed to be stimulated at the same time. From his childhood to the present day, even those forgotten memories emerged in his mind, accompanied by the extremely sorrowful melody. It seemed that all emotions were replaced by sorrow, and he could not remember anything else, and there were no other emotions.
He even seemed to have returned to the past, directly entering into the memories of that time. He saw Hua Fengliu's cultivation destroyed, saw his grandmaster die in battle, saw Jieyu perish, saw the Imperial Advisor of Dali let him go, and so on … All the sadness came to his mind, and it brought him back to the state of mind of the past. It even magnified the sadness, causing him to sink into it and be unable to extricate himself. It was as if he could never escape from it.
The tears on his face flowed down unknowingly. His eyes lost their spirit and became empty and powerless. There was only sadness and despair. He was like a living dead. He had even forgotten about everything else. He had forgotten what he wanted to do. Perhaps even he himself did not expect to fall so completely.
Not only him, but everyone else had fallen into the trap, including those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. Who did not have a story to tell in the long years of cultivation that they had reached where they were today? In the depths of everyone's heart, there were some hidden emotions. The things that they had experienced, but they were usually suppressed and would not affect their state of mind at all.
But under this Divine Requiem, no one could escape. No matter how powerful one's cultivation was, as long as one was human, as long as one still had seven emotions and six desires, one would be affected.
If the people in the outside world were to see this scene, they would definitely be shocked. Many of the top figures in the Three Major Realms — the Divine Prefecture, the Dark World, and the Empty Divine Realm — had tears at the corners of their eyes. They had sunk into this sorrow. Such a scene was rarely seen in a thousand years.
In the silent space, the guqin that contained the will of the Great Emperor floated in the void. The strings of the guqin danced on their own, playing this divine song that contained endless sorrow. It seemed as though there would be no end to it. The Dragon Turtle continued to move forward in the void. Dark cracks appeared one after another, as though it wanted to bring all the cultivators into endless darkness and eternal exile.
Behind Ye Futian, the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Academy had also fallen. Old Ma's face was full of tears. He thought of the death of Little Ling's parents. That kind of sadness was unforgettable. It was an eternal pain in his heart. No matter what plane he reached, it would always be hidden in the depths of his memory. But at this moment, it was completely stimulated.
Everyone had a different kind of sadness. However, the ending was the same. Without exception, all the cultivators fell into that sadness.
Time passed unknowingly. After an unknown amount of time, Ye Futian, who was immersed in that extreme sadness, suddenly seemed to have awakened a wisp of consciousness. He seemed to have entered an extremely mysterious realm. The sadness was still there, and it did not dissipate. He was still immersed in it, but he seemed to have a trace of clarity. It was as if an inexplicable force was affecting him. Or perhaps, he seemed to have perceived the artistic conception contained in the sad guqin melody.
Although his eyes were closed, everything in front of him was so clear, so illusory, and so unfathomable. In front of him, the floating guqin was no longer just a guqin. In front of the guqin, a peerless figure appeared. He looked to be in his thirties. His clothes were whiter than snow, and his temperament was out of this world.
Seeing the appearance of this figure, Ye Futian's heart pounded. He seemed to have pulled back a thread of his thoughts from the sadness.
Was this an illusion?
In front of the guqin, a figure appeared. It was as if the guqin was not played by himself, but by him. However, no one could see his existence.
"This is not an illusion!" Ye Futian said in his heart. This was definitely not an illusion. He had really entered that artistic conception, perceived the scene in front of him, and perceived the existence of the Great Emperor.
As Lord Luo had said, Shenyin the Great appeared in another way. His life was integrated into the guqin, and he became one with it.
This guqin was definitely not as simple as a guqin, and it contained more than just a wisp of the Great Emperor's will.
"The Great Emperor!" A voice came out. It was Ye Futian's voice. It seemed to come from his soul. Countless years ago, the Great Emperor of the ancient era, the first person in music, was he still alive?
If so, in what way did Shenyin the Great exist?
After Ye Futian spoke, he waited quietly for the other party's response. The flow of time seemed to be exceptionally slow. A sigh came out, and it still seemed to contain endless sadness. It was just a sigh, but it brought Ye Futian into that absolute sadness.
However, this sigh made Ye Futian's heart tremble violently. It seemed to confirm all his previous speculations. Lord Luo was right; the Great Emperor was really still alive!
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