Ye Futian fell into the artistic conception of the guqin again from his previous sadness. It was as if every beating note was no longer a simple note, but an artistic conception, a picture, the life of Shenyin the Great.
The teacher he respected the most in his life, his favorite hometown, and his most beloved woman, were all destroyed in that great war. Even if he reached the top of the world, what could he do? His heart was dead, and he eventually fell into despair, creating the Divine Requiem, a piece that shocked the world.
However, the end result was that he, too, became a part of that guqin.
The beating notes were imprinted in his mind, and the rhythm seemed to become clear. A guqin suddenly appeared in front of Ye Futian. It was formed from the Divine Wheel of the Great Path. The strings of the guqin danced, and every note seemed to be filled with endless sorrow. The beating notes seemed to be resonating with the Divine Requiem.
Ye Futian seemed to be playing the Divine Requiem.
Some of the experiences of Shenyin the Great in this life were somewhat similar to his, causing him to resonate emotionally. Even though he had fallen into endless sadness before, at this moment, he seemed to have escaped from that sadness. He did not break free from it, but he had surpassed the emotions of sadness and was able to accept this sadness. This was also the artistic conception of the Divine Requiem. Only under this artistic conception could this Divine Requiem be composed.
And Ye Futian seemed to have sensed something and was doing so.
Although the notes he played were still far from the real Divine Requiem, they had some artistic conception, which allowed the music he played to integrate into the artistic conception of the Divine Requiem, as if they were resonating.
Gradually, Ye Futian's playing became more proficient, and the sadness grew stronger. His whole person was still immersed in endless sadness, but his consciousness was clear, transcending his emotions.
The sound of the guqin was still there, and countless invisible currents surrounded Ye Futian's body. In front of the guqin that the Great Emperor had transformed into, a phantom sat there quietly. At this moment, it seemed to be looking up at Ye Futian.
It was as if he was a complete life, the real Shenyin the Great.
"What era is it today?" A voice came out and floated into Ye Futian's ears, causing his heart to tremble.
The Great Emperor spoke.
In addition to Emperor Ye Qing, although he had also come into contact with the will of the Great Emperor before, this was the second time he had seen a Great Emperor with consciousness speak to him.
"Senior, today is the era of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. It has been more than ten thousand years." After hearing his words, the other party fell silent for a while, then let out a sigh. He looked into the distance, then lowered his head to look at his guqin.
It turned into a zither and floated for countless years, not knowing what year it was.
"Where is home?"
A deep sigh came out. It seemed that Shenyin the Great also knew that he had no home. His hometown had long been destroyed. His teacher and his beloved were no longer there. Everything was just a fantasy, and it was all his obsession.
"After the collapse of the Heavenly Path, the world has changed. This is the Original Realm. After the collapse of the Heavenly Path, the world is no longer stable," Ye Futian replied. "The hometown that you are looking for, perhaps it no longer exists."
He did not deceive and told the truth. Even if Shenyin the Great's obsession was deep, it was nothing more than a fabrication.
There was another moment of silence. The phantom of Shenyin the Great looked at Ye Futian and asked, "Who are you, and why do you control the body of Shenjia the Great Emperor?"
Obviously, he recognized that this divine body belonged to Shenjia the Great Emperor.
"I am Ye Futian, the College Chief of the Heavenly Mandate Academy in the Original Realm, and the Palace Lord of Ziwei Imperial Palace in the Ziwei Segmentum. By chance, I obtained the body of Shenjia the Great Emperor and resonated with it. That is what you are seeing," Ye Futian replied.
Shenyin the Great looked at him. Ye Futian's words had already included the inheritance of two Great Emperors.
"Ziwei Segmentum, Palace Lord of Ziwei Imperial Palace, is Ziwei the Great still around?" Shenyin the Great asked.
"Ziwei the Great Emperor died in the era of the collapse of the Heavenly Path, leaving behind a will to seal the Ziwei Segmentum. It was not until recently that the seal was opened that the Ziwei Segmentum was connected to the outside world. The will of Ziwei the Great exists in the starry sky world, and I have inherited it," Ye Futian continued.
Shenyin the Great glanced at Ye Futian. There seemed to be a deeper meaning in his eyes. The inheritance of two top Great Emperors, the control of the body of Shenjia the Great Emperor, and the will of Ziwei the Great. Moreover, he was also proficient in music and was able to comprehend the artistic conception of the Divine Requiem and enter this world of artistic conception. He was indeed an extraordinary person. It was no wonder that the notes he played could resonate with the Divine Requiem and see everything in front of him.
"Senior, the road ahead has come to an end. The Original Realm is no longer the world it once was. Your hometown is no longer there after all. I hope that you can let go of your obsession," Ye Futian bowed and said. If this continued, the Dragon Turtle would continue to move forward and collide with other realms, or even destroy them directly. These realms in the Lower Worlds could not withstand the impact of the Dragon Turtle at all, and would directly shatter and collapse.
Ye Futian could only persuade Shenyin the Great to let go of his obsession. Only Shenyin the Great could stop all this from happening. Other cultivators, even powerful existences who had survived the second divine tribulation of the Great Path, had already fallen into the endless sadness of the sound of the guqin and could not stop the Dragon Turtle from moving forward.
"The road ahead has come to an end. Where is the way back?"
Shenyin the Great murmured. Even a casual sigh seemed to contain a strong sense of sadness.
He wanted to find the way home, but the road ahead had come to an end.
Where was the way back?
He could not find the way back; where could he go?
"I am willing to find a peach forest for you, senior, and bury the guqin among the peach blossoms," Ye Futian said. Shenyin the Great glanced at him and saw that Ye Futian's eyes were sincere. The guqin could communicate with the mind and understand the human heart. Ye Futian could perceive his existence through the Divine Requiem and this artistic conception, which also proved that they were the same kind of person. The young man in front of him might be somewhat similar to him.
Shenyin the Great glanced at Ye Futian, and then beams of divine light appeared on his body, shining on Ye Futian. They penetrated directly into the space between Ye Futian's eyebrows, drilling into his mind and consciousness.
Shenyin the Great seemed to be connected to Ye Futian. After a while, the divine light dissipated, and the way Shenyin the Great looked at Ye Futian seemed to have changed.
"Everything in the world is probably predestined," Shenyin the Great murmured. He then said to Ye Futian, "I will lend you this guqin for three hundred years. When you reach the peak in the future, send me home."
"Send you home?"
Ye Futian looked at Shenyin the Great, a little puzzled. His home was broken and no longer existed. How could he go back?
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