Ye Futian carried Yu Sheng and walked on the mountain path, stepping on the white snow.
An invisible force pressed down. It was everywhere, trying to crush him.
He smiled bitterly and walked with difficulty. Compared to this pressure, the evil thoughts didn't affect him as much. He hadn't fully recovered, but the emperor's will was still there. His will was firm and unshakable. It wasn't easy for the evil thoughts to corrode him.
Yu Sheng was in a deep sleep. He'd carried Hua Qingqing and Ye Wuchen for several days when he was possessed. He'd even fought with the Arhat and used up all his energy. He'd been unconscious all this time, but there were benefits. He wouldn't feel the evil thoughts. As long as he carried him, he could follow him up Sky Mountain.
"Soon." Ye Futian looked up. The peak of Sky Mountain wasn't far. It was almost within reach. This distance was usually just a step for him and he could cross it easily. But this was Sky Mountain.
He took another step forward, leaving a deep footprint in the snow. The snow that filled the sky fell on his body, but it was as if he could not feel the cold. He allowed the white snow to fall on his body and on his head. He walked up step by step. Although it was very difficult and very slow, he never gave up. This was also his obsession for the rest of his life. Previously, when he became a demon, he still brought him up the mountain because he wanted to fulfill his wish.
Hua Qingqing followed behind. Looking at his back, she was shocked. She naturally knew what kind of pressure she was under, but Ye Futian could still walk up step by step with someone on his back. What kind of willpower was this?
The two of them walked like snails, one in front and one behind. They climbed up bit by bit, forgetting about time and exhaustion.
Ye Futian felt numb. He didn't know how long he'd walked. When he took the last step and reached the peak, he felt dazed.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was still very high, and snow continued to fall from the sky. He stretched out his hand and a snowflake landed on his palm. A bright smile appeared on his face, as if he had been relieved of a great burden.
That formless pressure seemed to have disappeared at this moment, leaving behind only an endless sense of relaxation.
He looked back. Standing at the edge of the peak, he seemed to see the entire world. He felt a sense of satisfaction as if he was the peak of the mountain.
It was rumored that there was an invisible aura around the peak of the Heavenly Mountain. No one could come up from the side.
Ye Futian closed his eyes and exhaled. He turned around and looked at the scenery at the top of the mountain. The mountain was covered in snow. He lifted his feet and walked forward with Yu Sheng on his back. There seemed to be two snowmen there.
The two snowmen sat cross-legged with a zither on their knees. They looked focused as if they were playing the zither.
Although it was just a snowman and only its shape could be seen, Ye Futian could still feel its otherworldly temperament. The person on the left had long snow-white hair that draped over his shoulders. The way he played the guqin had an indescribable elegance. Ye Futian seemed to be able to imagine an extremely elegant and peerless figure playing the guqin there. As for the other figure, Ye Futian was able to recognize who it was at first glance.
This was Emperor Ye Qing.
Since this was Emperor Ye Qing, it was obvious who the other person was. It was the current ruler of the Divine Prefectures of the East, Donghuang the Great.
The rumors were true. There was a legend of the two emperors on Sky Mountain. They had left their footprints here.
In the current era, the statues of Emperor Ye Qing in the Divine Prefectures of the East had all been destroyed. It was rare that Emperor Ye Qing's figure could be preserved here.
Hundreds of years ago, Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing played the guqin here, drinking and singing. They suppressed the Demon Bird and settled their grudges. But why was it that Donghuang the Great was now the ruler of the world and Emperor Ye Qing was no longer here?
What had happened after the two emperors unified the world?
Putting Yu Sheng down, Ye Futian bowed to the snowman statue of Emperor Ye Qing. Although he did not know what relationship he had with Emperor Ye Qing, it must be a deep one.
As he bent down, Ye Futian's gaze fell on a spot in the snow. He walked forward and pushed the snow away. Then he saw a wine gourd.
The gourd was not buried very deep. Could it be that someone had come here to drink while they were climbing Sky Mountain?
Ye Futian's heart skipped a beat. He looked around. Sky Mountain was empty except for the white snow. There was no one there.
But who had been drinking on Sky Mountain?
If someone had climbed Sky Mountain, what level of cultivation was he at?
Moreover, there did not seem to be a bell on Sky Mountain. Why did the bell ring?
Ye Futian looked at the two snowman statues in front of him. He could faintly feel a ripple from them. He could not help but use Freedom Meditation. At this moment, in the world of his perception, he could faintly see two figures. Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing seemed to have come to life and appeared in his perception.
"Senior." Ye Futian called out to the statue of Emperor Ye Qing. Hundreds of years ago, Emperor Ye Qing had not yet become emperor. He was younger than the Emperor Ye Qing that Ye Futian saw on Mount Tianyao in Qingzhou City. He was unrestrained and carefree.
As for Donghuang the Great, his eyes were bright and piercing. His black hair fell over his shoulders. He was extremely handsome. His entire body exuded an extraordinary temperament.
Ye Futian naturally understood that he did not really see the two of them. It was just a projection of their will. In reality, they no longer existed.
Notes appeared in his mind and danced on the guqin in front of the two. Every beat seemed to be imprinted in Ye Futian's mind. These beating notes formed a song in Ye Futian's mind. At that moment, he had an illusion that he was listening to this song. It was as if he was listening to this song, transcending time and space to listen to Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing's playing.
Ye Futian closed his eyes. The scene in his mind became clearer. He seemed to have traveled back in time to the era hundreds of years ago. When the two emperors were young, they composed a song together on the peak of Sky Mountain. They were happy to repay their debts and create a song for the world. They knew each other and lived and died together.
These two were the pride of their generation. They reached the peak of the Divine Prefecture together. But why did everything that happened later happen?
Was it because of power?
Ye Futian only felt a sense of loss. He opened his eyes and looked up at the white snow in the sky. Then, he sat down cross-legged.
The Guqin Spirit appeared. Ye Futian began to play.
The notes danced, and a melodious song spread out. This music was very beautiful. It was cheerful and carefree. It traveled the world and was happy to repay debts and debts. From the music, one could faintly feel that the player had traveled the world with a sword when he was young. He lived a carefree life and followed his heart. He wanted to realize his ambitions and was not disturbed by the affairs of the world.
As Ye Futian played the guqin, musical notes danced in front of the two snowmen statues of Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great, manifesting themselves.
On the other side, a beautiful figure walked up to the peak. Hua Qingqing had finally arrived. Her beautiful eyes looked in Ye Futian's direction. She saw that Ye Futian was actually sitting there and playing the guqin.
Hua Qingqing loved music. She was a fan of the guqin. Naturally, she could understand the mystery of the music. The music was too beautiful. There was not a trace of impurity in the melodious music. The artistic conception expressed by the music was so pure, like the sounds of nature.
She lifted her feet and walked towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, leaving footprints in the snow.
After a while, she came before Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. She looked at Ye Futian deeply but did not make a move. She could not bear to interrupt the music.
Ye Futian knew that she had come, but he could not bear to interrupt either. The constantly dancing notes were reflected in his mind. He plucked the strings with all ten fingers, using the music to feel the state of mind of Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing at that time.
The beautiful and melodious music gradually changed. It became low and deep with a hint of sadness. The carefree artistic conception seemed to be shrouded in a shadow. From the music, one could faintly feel a struggle. It was the struggle of the state of mind. The pure and unblemished heart was disturbed. It could not maintain the purity of the past. They struggled, wanting to break through all of this. They were in pain, sadness, and anger.
The snow fell harder and harder, as if it could feel the sorrow contained in the zither music.
The scene of the two emperors playing the guqin also appeared in Hua Qingqing's mind. As the music continued to enter her ears, her Spirit Monkey seemed to be greatly affected. It was completely immersed in that artistic conception.
When she was climbing Sky Mountain, she had also struggled and thought about it.
The music changed again. After the struggle and the pain, everything returned to calmness. It was as if their hearts were as still as water. They still retained that purity and that beauty.
Snowflakes danced in the air. Hua Qingqing looked up. She was obsessed with the guqin and naturally understood it. She had never heard such a perfect piece.
Hua Qingqing also sat on the snow as she looked at the dancing notes in front of her. Her Guqin Spirit appeared. Her slender and beautiful fingers plucked at the strings, playing along with Ye Futian's music. There seemed to be a resonance. This piece was played by the two emperors. When the two of them played together, the artistic conception was even stronger.
At the peak of Sky Mountain, the music transcended time and space and played in the sky full of snow. It was so beautiful.
In the calm music, they could feel the two emperors' state of mind rising. They were as pure as ever and held fast to their hearts. However, the music gradually became sharper and more sonorous. It was as if they were going to sing and roar at the sky.
Amidst the music, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing couldn't help but put all their spiritual energy into it. Snow danced in the air and Spiritual Qi flowed wildly. At that moment, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing felt that the entire peak of Sky Mountain had become different. Endless light fell from Sky Mountain and each snowflake seemed to have its own artistic conception.
They seemed to see the two emperors playing in the sky full of snow. Endless golden light fell from the sky and fell towards Sky Mountain, trying to cover the entire mountain. But what was even more terrifying was the artistic conception. It was the artistic conception that held fast to their hearts and wanted to reach the peak.
The sonorous music contained the determination of an emperor. Emperor's light shone faintly on Ye Futian's body. His entire person was integrated into the artistic conception.
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