The moment Ye Futian's body descended, a monstrous evil aura enveloped his body from the Demon Bird's shadow. Ye Futian was instantly engulfed in darkness.
Strong evil thoughts rushed into Ye Futian's mind. Ye Futian's body trembled, and a strong will of the emperor burst out, protecting his will. At the same time, he continued to play the guqin. His fingers madly plucked the strings, communicating with the will on Sky Mountain.
Emperor-like golden light rose up, and the snowflakes on Sky Mountain flowed towards him. His senses spread out wildly, and the will of the emperor merged with the will of Sky Mountain to resist the invasion of the evil aura.
"Boom!"
A real Demon Bird seemed to appear in his mind, covering the sky and the sun. It was lawless and could devour the heavens and earth. Its eyes were filled with arrogance, and its pitch-black demonic wings spread out. It was like the end of the world.
Although the Demon Bird was dead, its will did not dissipate. Thus, the two emperors left behind an undying will to suppress the evil aura of the Demon Bird. Even so, the evil aura on Sky Mountain could still affect a radius of thousands of miles, causing very few cultivators in Shu City to cultivate. One could imagine how terrifying the Demon Bird was at its peak.
Ye Futian was now in the center of the Demon Bird's will. If not for the protection of the will of the emperor, his will would have been devoured in an instant.
Dark currents enveloped Ye Futian's body. Although the Demon Bird's will was terrifying, when the two emperors fought with it and suppressed it, Ye Futian guessed that it was still at the Sage Plane. At that time, Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing had not unified the world yet. It was a period earlier than 300 years ago. Therefore, the will of the emperor was of a higher level than the Demon Bird's will. Although it was not much, it still protected Ye Futian's will from being devoured.
There seemed to be an imperial light protecting him in his mind. At that moment, Ye Futian's will was firm. He stared at the Black Wind Condor in the darkness before him. Its entire body was wrapped in dark flowing light. Ye Futian did not want to see it completely devoured and become a substitute for the Demon Bird, becoming another demon king of slaughter.
The only way was to communicate with the will of Sky Mountain to suppress the Demon Bird's will. At the same time, he planted an even stronger will of the emperor into the Black Wind Condor's will so that it could resist the Demon Bird's will.
Ye Futian was under extreme pressure. The demonic birds covered the sky and charged at his mind. They had completely surrounded his spiritual will and attacked crazily. Wisps of dark currents appeared on Ye Futian's body. He felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He activated the Imperial Tactics in his body and then his blood started to burn. Waves of dazzling light shot up towards Sky Mountain.
This was the second time he burned his limits on Sky Mountain. Moreover, the risk this time was even greater. Last time, he was sure that he could kill Qin Li, but this time, he could not guarantee that he could defeat the Demon Bird's will.
Sky Mountain was so compatible with him. It was as if it was prepared for him, allowing him to inherit the song and the will of Sky Mountain. He was still willing to believe that he could defeat the Demon Bird's will.
Back then, the two Emperors were able to suppress the Demon Bird here. Now, he had the will of the Emperor and could communicate with the will left by the two Emperors on Sky Mountain. How could he fail?
Moreover, when he fought with Qin Li, he was in the Dharma Plane. Now, he was in the Arcana Plane.
His will merged with the sky. Wisps of golden imperial light shot up. The will of the Emperor accompanied the music and headed towards Sky Mountain, merging with the will of the mountain.
The will of the two Emperors had already merged with Sky Mountain. It was as if it had become a part of Sky Mountain. He could definitely do it too.
The music was long and spread on Sky Mountain. The snowflakes in the sky seemed to be listening to the music. Then, they danced with the music and resonated with it.
"What's that sound?"
At this moment, there were still people who had not descended from Sky Mountain. They stood on the mountain and suddenly seemed to have heard the music. They stopped in their tracks and felt it quietly. The music seemed to be everywhere. It blended into the falling snow and entered their perception.
"How magical," many people exclaimed.
Many people were amazed. They stopped and looked up at the flying snow on Sky Mountain.
Was there music hidden in the falling snow?
Who was playing it?
Or was the will left by the two Emperors awakening?
"This music …" Many people were intoxicated. They were influenced by the music. They didn't move at all and felt it quietly.
The music continued and spread towards Sky Mountain. At this moment, Ye Futian was completely focused. His senses seemed to be merging with Sky Mountain bit by bit, becoming a part of it. He could feel farther and farther away.
Time passed bit by bit. Ye Futian was under terrifying pressure. But as the music continued, the will of Sky Mountain seemed to merge with him, helping him resist the demonic will and reducing the pressure.
After a long time, Ye Futian's mind shook violently. He could see the entire Sky Mountain. He felt that his will had become extremely strong.
The golden emperor's will completely merged with Sky Mountain. Ye Futian felt as if he was standing on Sky Mountain. It was an amazing feeling. It was as if Sky Mountain had become a part of him. His will was the will of Sky Mountain.
With a thought, the snow on Sky Mountain moved. Endless Spiritual Qi roared and the ritual bell gradually formed.
Clang!
With a thought from Ye Futian, the ritual bell rang. A terrifying force penetrated into Sky Mountain and pressed down. There was a loud rumble. The huge shadow of the Demon Bird seemed to be shattered. The demonic will in Ye Futian's mind was instantly expelled.
The Black Wind Condor's body trembled violently. The demonic aura on its body dissipated but it spat out a mouthful of blood. Its eyes suddenly opened and stared at Ye Futian. It was extremely cold. It wasn't the Black Wind Condor's eyes, but the Demon Bird's.
On Sky Mountain, when the bell rang, many people groaned. Their faces paled. Although their cultivation levels weren't high, when the bell rang, the pressure also increased and their wills were shaken.
At the foot of the mountain, after many days, the bell rang once again. An incomparably terrifying formless sound wave swept out and swept across. In an instant, clothes fluttered in the wind. Countless people closed their eyes and only felt that a storm had swept past them. Especially those with high cultivation, they only felt that their will was about to be shattered.
The bell rang again. Many people's hearts trembled. Until now, no one knew why the bell on Sky Mountain rang.
Clang. This time, it wasn't just one bell. When the second bell rang, some Nobles spat out blood. Their expressions were extremely ugly. Some of the more powerful cultivators were even more severely attacked.
"Which bastard did this?"
At the Cottage, blood seeped from the corner of Zhuge Hui's mouth. She cursed at Sky Mountain. Her beautiful eyes were filled with displeasure. She seemed to have sensed a huge ritual bell fusing into Sky Mountain. It was the bell that rang.
Beside Hua Qingqing, Lady Yuxiao and Lu Nantian were also pale. Hua Qingqing looked up at the peak of Sky Mountain. The bell rang continuously. What did it mean?
She knew that Ye Futian was now at the peak of Sky Mountain, playing the song left by the Great Emperor.
Clang!
Another bell rang. Many people completely lost their temper. Zhuge Hui looked at Sky Mountain resentfully and then turned to leave.
"Let's go," someone said one after another. Then, the strong cultivators left the place one by one. No matter if they were from the Cottage, the College, or the Qin Dynasty, they all left. If they didn't leave, they would be killed by the sound of the bell.
The continuous bell rang into the distance, reaching Shu City and even further away. In the western region of the Eastern Barren Territory, countless people looked in the direction of Sky Mountain. Was this the sound of the Great Emperor?
Of course, no one knew that the person who rang the bell wasn't the Great Emperor. It was because of Ye Futian. If Zhuge Hui knew, she might pull out the whip on her belt.
After three consecutive bell rings, the evil air shook. The Demon Bird image was unstable but the Black Wind Condor was also in a miserable state. He kept coughing up blood but his eyes were filled with evil light.
"Condor, are you still there?"
Ye Futian shouted. He stopped or else the Black Wind Condor would be killed. His Life Spirit appeared and a terrible spiritual storm bloomed, turning into the eye of the storm. The will of Sky Mountain was sucked into the spiritual storm and the music followed. Then, it rushed towards the Black Wind Condor. He wanted to see if the Condor was still the same as before.
The spiritual storm entered the Black Wind Condor's will. He saw endless darkness, but Ye Futian did not give up. The brilliant will rushed into the dark vortex. Then, he finally felt the existence of his will of the emperor. It was buried inside, but it was not destroyed. The will of the emperor could not be destroyed by the enemy.
"Condor," Ye Futian shouted.
In the will of the Emperor, an extremely weak will appeared. Then, Ye Futian felt the Black Wind Condor's existence.
Squeak.
A sound came. Ye Futian was extremely surprised. He was still alive.
"I will merge the will of the Emperor into your will to help you resist this power." Ye Futian and the Black Wind Condor communicated telepathically. With the release of his Life Spirit, brilliant will of the Emperor and the will of Sky Mountain were planted into the Black Wind Condor's mind, protecting his will and merging with it.
Only then did Ye Futian retreat. His Life Spirit dissipated and the evil air invaded again, enveloping the Black Wind Condor.
Ye Futian stared at the Black Wind Condor, watching his every move. At that moment, the will of the Black Wind Condor appeared in his mind, causing a strange expression to appear on his face.
"Okay, then be careful," Ye Futian replied. Then, his body flashed and he rushed out of the passage. Soon, he was back on Sky Mountain.
The snow continued to fall. Ye Futian exhaled and looked at Yu Sheng, who was lying on the ground. A smile finally appeared in his eyes. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. His body collapsed once again.
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