Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing were immersed in the music. They could faintly feel that they were playing the same piece but had two different artistic conceptions. It was like the growth and transformation of their states of mind. The piece was divided into two parts. They could be separated or they could be one.
Snowflakes fell from the sky. Each snowflake contained an artistic conception. There was a golden radiance spreading out as if spiritual qi was raining down on Sky Mountain. The vast Sky Mountain was enveloped by endless spiritual qi, which was triggered by the sound of the zither.
The reverberating sound of the guqin was like a painting. Ye Futian sat there, radiant light radiating from his body. The will of the emperor was activated involuntarily. In the vast Sky Mountain, that handsome figure used the guqin to draw endless Spiritual Qi. He seemed to be the ruler of the world. In this world, the figure sitting there playing the guqin was the only one.
Clang!
A soft sound rang out. Hua Qingqing's music stopped. She stared at her instrument, unable to continue playing.
She couldn't play this piece.
The Guqin Spirit disappeared. Hua Qingqing stood up and felt the Spiritual Qi in the flying snow. She took a deep breath and was somewhat intoxicated. It turned out that the entire Sky Mountain was covered in Spiritual Qi.
She lowered her head and glanced at Ye Futian, who was still immersed in the music. He was completely focused, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him. The music he composed with his fingers and the artistic conception made her feel as if she had traveled back hundreds of years to see Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing playing the guqin.
Picturesque, who would rise and fall?
In the vast Sky Mountain, Ye Futian seemed to be the only person left in the entire world.
One person, one song. In the flying snow, the handsome youth was the entire world.
Rumor had it that Donghuang the Great had once composed a famous song. It was a portrayal of his life.
After Donghuang the Great unified the world, it was listed as one of the top ten songs.
The name of the song was Drifting.
Donghuang the Great had left many legends. This song wasn't enough to attract attention, but for those who were obsessed with the guqin, how could they not know Drifting? It was said that one could feel his life from this song. But after the world was unified, Donghuang the Great had never played this song outside.
Of course, these were all rumors. How could the people of the Eastern Barren Territory know the truth? They were just legends of emperors that came from faraway places.
But since it was named one of the ten most famous songs in the Divine Prefecture, this song naturally existed. At this moment, with the artistic conception left behind by the two emperors, and standing here and listening to this song, Hua Qingqing naturally thought of the legendary song, Ukiyo.
This zither song contained the carefree and unrestrained feelings of gratitude and enmity, the sorrow of unbearable pain, the struggle of the state of mind, and the lofty aspiration to ascend to the peak of the world.
What should people do when they float in the world?
Drinking and singing, holding a sword, the sword pointed at the country.
If they could truly understand the life of Donghuang the Great, it would surely be written into a legendary epic.
At this moment, the music stopped abruptly and the artistic conception disappeared. Sky Mountain was still the same as before, with white snow drifting down.
Ye Futian looked up at the flying snow. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and continued playing from the beginning. He could naturally feel that this song was extraordinary. It surpassed any song he had learned before. The first half of the song was a transformation of the state of mind, and the second half was a sublimation. The first half was easy to play, but the second half could be called a divine song.
He had learned the World and the Chaotic State, but when playing this song, he faintly felt that the artistic conception of the world and the Chaotic State was insignificant before this curved surface. It was as small as a speck of dust.
With his current plane, even with the emperor's will activated, he still couldn't play the complete artistic conception. He could only play one-tenth or two-tenths of it. Even now, he couldn't play the complete song and had to start from the beginning.
The melodious music spread out again. Ye Futian seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago, when the two emperors played in the world and settled their debts of gratitude and enmity. The artistic conception was so beautiful that it made people want to immerse themselves in it.
This time, his playing was even smoother and more perfect than before. The artistic conception was even stronger.
As the music continued, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing felt like they had experienced life after life. They experienced the sublimation of the state of mind. The emperor's will that ruled the world emanated from Ye Futian again. At the peak of Sky Mountain, it was as if he was the only person there. The flying snow fell on him. His artistic conception merged with it. Endless Spiritual Qi fell down as if moving with the music. The music controlled the flow of Spiritual Qi on Sky Mountain.
As he played, Ye Futian felt his will melt into the endless snow, becoming one with it. It fell from the sky and spread to Sky Mountain. His senses extended along with the falling snow. He seemed to be able to see what was happening on the mountain path.
He saw the Arhat of the Qianqiu Temple walking on the path with difficulty. When he reached the peak, he couldn't even take another step. There was Buddhist light on him, but he didn't have the solemnity from before. His expression seemed to be struggling, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.
When the snow fell on him, the Arhat frowned as if he sensed something. He looked up at Sky Mountain and shouted, "Who is it?"
At that moment, the Arhat actually felt someone watching him.
The sky full of snow continued to fall. As the snow fell, he saw Loulan Xue and Chu Yaoyao. They were all moving forward with difficulty. They struggled but could no longer resist.
He also saw Yi Xiaoshi. Yi Xiaoshi and Beitang Xing 'er were together. They brought Ye Wuchen, Liu Chenyu, and Liu Feiyang together. Yi Xiaoshi had met Ye Wuchen when he was climbing the mountain. Because he was worried that the injured Ye Wuchen would run into enemies, Yi Xiaoshi chose to bring Ye Wuchen down until he met Liu Chenyu and the others.
Accompanied by the falling snow, Ye Futian saw many, many people climbing the mountain. It was as if he had a panoramic view. Gradually, he could feel every bit of the endless snow on Sky Mountain. He could feel everything on Sky Mountain.
However, when his senses continued to expand, the music stopped again. He could not bear it and could not continue. The artistic conception was too strong. Even with the two emperor wills, he could not do it.
Hua Qingqing did not know what to feel when she saw the music stop once again and the handsome figure sitting in the snow.
At that moment, Ye Futian looked up at her.
Hua Qingqing looked into his eyes. Her beautiful eyes did not move as she stared at Ye Futian.
Finally, she slowly turned around. Stepping on the endless snow, she walked to the edge of Sky Mountain.
She looked up at the sky full of snow. She stretched out her slender hand and the snow fell on her palm.
Then she closed her eyes. The snow kept falling on the vast mountain. In the corner of Hua Qingqing's eye, a tear flowed out and slid down her cheek.
With a leap, she jumped down from the Sky Mountain. The cold wind howled, blowing against her beautiful face.
The hardest thing to deceive in the world was one's own heart.
Why did she have to listen to such a song? Why was the person who played the song her enemy?
She could not do it.
Seeing Hua Qingqing jump down, Ye Futian had a strange expression. He was a bit surprised and confused. Clearly, he did not expect Hua Qingqing to do this. He was even prepared to fight.
Now, only he and Yu Sheng were left on Sky Mountain. Where did Little Condor go?
He held the guqin with both hands and continued to play. The music was played on Sky Mountain again!
…
At the foot of the mountain, there were finally people from the top forces coming down.
They had brought a piece of shocking news from Sky Mountain.
Qin Li and several cultivators of the Qin Dynasty were killed by Ye Futian's scheme.
Qin Mengruo was killed by Yu Sheng, who had been influenced by the evil thoughts on Sky Mountain. The two swordsons of the Fuyun Sword Clan were also killed by Yu Sheng.
Qi Ao was killed by Ye Wuchen, the abandoned disciple of the Fuyun Sword Clan.
When the news spread, the atmosphere at the foot of Celestial Mountain instantly became extremely tense and oppressive.
Countless eyes fell on Qin Yu and the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan. They all knew that Qin Yu had been waiting for the news. Now, the news was finally confirmed. Just as many people had guessed, Qin Li had indeed died in the hands of the Cottage, including Qin Mengruo. Although they did not know how Ye Futian and Yu Sheng did it.
The people from the Qin Dynasty, Donghua Clan, and Fuyun Sword Clan all moved. They walked towards the strong cultivators from the Cottage and the College, surrounding them from different directions. Many people around them retreated. This storm was not something they could participate in. Even the other top forces did not dare to get involved.
Everyone on Sky Mountain was below the Noble Plane. If they fought on the mountain, the consequences would be even more terrifying. The storm would sweep through the Eastern Barren Territory.
There were many powerful cultivators at the foot of the mountain. Once they started fighting, the consequences would be terrifying.
Qin Yu's face darkened. His eyes were filled with intense murderous intent. Staring at Zhuge Hui and Gu Dongliu, he asked coldly, "How do you plan to deal with this?"
Before Qin Li set foot on Sky Mountain, he had instructed him to kill Ye Futian if he had the chance. However, things did not go as he wished. Ye Futian was not killed, but his son Qin Li died in Ye Futian's hands. His sister also died on Sky Mountain.
"Deal with this?"
Gu Dongliu glanced at Qin Yu. His sharp eyes seemed to be filled with disdain as if he was looking at an idiot. Since the battle had already started, how should they deal with it?
Did they deal with the Qin Dynasty killing the College in the Ancient Barren World? Did they deal with the Qin Dynasty destroying the Liu Kingdom?
"Stay away from me." Zhuge Hui glanced at Qin Yu emotionlessly. Did the Qin Dynasty expect them to hand over their little brother?
They knew about Qin Li's death. Although they had guessed that it was done by them, they did not think that it was really their little brother who killed Qin Li. It seemed that their little brother was still very powerful.
However, this seemed to be the right thing to do. How could the Cottage lose? Since someone was going to die, it should be the other party.
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