"Should we make a move?"
All the cultivators thought to themselves. The Dragon Turtle had taken Ye Futian and the guqin of Shenyin the Great to the Ziwei Segmentum. If they didn't make a move on Ye Futian and waited for him to go to the Ziwei Segmentum, they would have no chance to do so again.
But now, who had the confidence to deal with the guqin itself?
All the top figures fell into hesitation. This guqin was a true divine object. The strings could be plucked by itself, and it could play the Divine Requiem, causing all the top cultivators to fall into the artistic conception of the guqin and fall into endless sorrow. If they could obtain and control it, what kind of power would it have?
Moreover, they had yet to uncover the secrets of Shenyin the Great, but Ye Futian might have done it.
A top cultivator of the Dark World could no longer hold back and made a move. He directly raised his hand and grabbed at the Dragon Turtle. Suddenly, a terrible black hole of death appeared in the void, devouring everything. This black hole caused a huge vortex to appear in the space, and the speed of the Dragon Turtle's advance seemed to be affected. A terrifying rumbling sound came out, and this space collapsed and shattered wildly as if it was about to be completely shattered into nothingness. The Dragon Turtle was also about to be swallowed into the darkness.
Previously, these existences who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path had walked directly onto the back of the Dragon Turtle, wanting to take the guqin. They were attacked by the rhythmic attack and fell into it. But in reality, their strength was extremely terrifying, and they were already able to affect the Dragon Turtle's advance.
Seeing this scene, the guqin in Ye Futian's arms flew out directly, and the strings were plucked again. A terrifying rhythmic storm swept directly towards the top cultivator of the Dark World who had made a move. The invisible rhythmic ripples seemed unstoppable, directly invading the mind of the other party. In an instant, the sorrow that had not yet completely dissipated surged into the heart again, causing the expression of the cultivator of the Dark World to change a little. Seeing that the sound of the guqin was still there, he retreated in a flash and gave up on making a move.
All the cultivators stared at the guqin in front of them. It seemed that Lord Luo was right. This guqin did contain life. Coupled with the might of the Great Emperor contained in the sound of the guqin, it seemed that Shenyin the Great indeed existed in the world in another form.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to do this. It was as if Shenyin the Great had a spirit.
Did Ye Futian perceive the existence of Shenyin the Great?
The cultivators all had the same thought. At that moment, someone else made a move. An extremely tyrannical cultivator from the Empty Divine Realm slashed out with his palm, cutting through the void. Cracks appeared in the sky and turned into a space of exile, directly engulfing the path of the Dragon Turtle. In an instant, the Dragon Turtle that was moving forward was swallowed up.
"Banish!"
Ye Futian's pupils contracted. With his opponent's level, he could easily break the stability of the Great Path space of the Original Realm and banish them into the void world. He could even open up a passage to the Divine Prefecture.
They naturally realized that the other party wanted them to leave the Original Realm. In that case, they would not be able to proceed to the starry world of the Ziwei Segmentum.
The spatial crack expanded like a mouth of darkness, engulfing the huge body of the Dragon Turtle and the entire ancient city of ruins. Ye Futian and the others instantly entered this unstable spatial crack. The Great Path here was chaotic and disorderly. This was the land of exile. Only when the space of the Original Realm was shattered would this area appear, and this place could also lead to the Divine Prefecture.
The Dragon Turtle moved forward in the darkness. The rhythm was still there, as if it was guiding the way. Accompanied by a violent roar, the Dragon Turtle moved forward in the void crack. Then, it shuttled out and returned to the land of the Original Realm. However, wherever it passed, the dark crack became more and more terrifying, tearing through the space as it moved forward.
In an instant, the gigantic body of the Dragon Turtle was already at a faraway place. The experts who were chasing after the Dragon Turtle had an ugly expression on their faces. However, there was nothing they could do. They couldn't do anything to the Dragon Turtle.
"Seniors, let's stop here. If the rhythm was still playing before, would you be able to escape unscathed?" Ye Futian said in a clear voice, "The Great Emperor does not want to argue with you, but if you really anger the Great Emperor, perhaps you will be able to truly feel the wrath of the Great Emperor."
When the cultivators heard Ye Futian's words, they were stunned, and violent waves surged in their hearts.
What Ye Futian meant seemed to have proven one thing: Shenyin the Great was still alive, existing in the world in another form, with its own consciousness and the ability to attack. If they continued to act presumptuously, the Great Emperor would take action.
There was a thoughtful look in their eyes. They seemed to be thinking about the authenticity of Ye Futian's words. But when they thought about everything that had happened before, they found that Ye Futian might not have lied to them. What he said should be true. The Great Emperor was still alive. Otherwise, none of this could be explained.
The Great Emperor was still alive, and the number one musician of the ancient era was still here. Did they still want to seize the guqin?
Since the Great Emperor had made his choice, no matter what they did, it would be meaningless. The outcome could no longer be changed.
"Should we give up?" Many cultivators had this thought in their minds. In fact, those at the peak of Renhuang who had not crossed the tribulation had already given up. They had experienced everything before and knew that it was impossible. It was already a mercy that they had not fallen into that sad mood. What ambition was there to talk about? Moreover, there were still top cultivators who had crossed the tribulation. It was not their turn.
Just as everyone was thinking, the figure of the Dragon Turtle moved forward, traversing the boundless void. As time passed, starlight sprinkled down from the sky. It seemed that they had entered the territory of the Ziwei Segmentum.
At this time, some cultivators stopped and did not continue to pursue. Then, more people stopped moving forward one after another. They looked at the path that the Dragon Turtle had taken and knew that there was no hope. They could only watch as the Dragon Turtle took the guqin, Ye Futian, and the others into the territory of the Ziwei Segmentum.
All of this, the Dragon Turtle had dragged the ruins of the ancient era into the world. But in the end, it still benefited Ye Futian. Ye Futian had seized the inheritance of Shenyin the Great, which made people sigh endlessly.
In the land of the Original Realm, such a monstrous existence had appeared out of nowhere. It seemed that the strongest cultivators in the Divine Prefecture, the Dark World, and the Empty Divine Realm would not be lonely. In the future, they would encounter him sooner or later.
"Let's go," someone said. Then, he turned and left. Then, the cultivators left one after another. There was no point in staying here.
They had already entered the Ziwei Segmentum. What else could they do?
After they left, the Dragon Turtle descended on the Ziwei Imperial Star. Soon after, the news began to spread wildly in the Original Realm.
Ye Futian, the College Chief of the Heavenly Mandate Academy and the Palace Lord of the Ziwei Imperial Palace, had obtained the inheritance of another Great Emperor after Shenjia the Great and Ziwei the Great!
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