Year 1004 of the Divine Prefecture Calendar.
The Cottage, the back of the mountain, the rolling sea of clouds, and the beautiful sunrise. It was like a painting.
On the grass, the sound of the guqin lingered. The first ray of sunlight of the new year fell on Ye Futian's face. He was full of vigor, and so was the sound of the guqin.
Hua Jieyu sat beside him, quietly admiring the beautiful sunrise and listening to the sound of the guqin. Everything was so beautiful. If life could be like this forever, it would also be beautiful.
She looked around. The Spiritual Qi in the air seemed to have solidified, falling down like specks of golden light. Every strand of Spiritual Qi was so clear. The space where the two of them were in was surrounded by Spiritual Qi. This was brought about by the sound of the guqin. When Ye Futian used his spiritual energy to make the sound resonate with the heavens and earth, the surrounding Spiritual Qi in the air seemed to stand still.
The rising sun shone on Ye Futian. His handsome figure exuded a strange aura. It was as if everything in the world was under his control. Every strand of Spiritual Qi around him appeared in Ye Futian's mind. Different elemental Spiritual Qi fused with the same artistic conception in the guqin music and integrated into his will.
At that moment, Ye Futian's right hand brushed across the strings of the guqin. With a single thought, whooshing sounds could be heard. The surrounding Spiritual Qi of the heavens and the earth turned into dazzling golden vines that continued to grow. As more and more Spiritual Qi gathered, the golden vines swept through the surrounding space like bolts of lightning. They were incredibly fast.
Seeing this, a strange light flashed in Hua Jieyu's eyes. She was pleasantly surprised.
He had succeeded. Ye Futian had actually learned the spell that the master had given him in one day.
As the music died down, Ye Futian opened his eyes. The light from the sun shone on him, but it was not blinding. A smile appeared in his clear eyes.
Three elemental Spiritual Qi had been merged into a spell. This new spell had the toughness of wood, the sharpness and defense of metal, and the speed of wind. Its power was terrifying. It would far surpass the wood elemental spell, the Lock of a Thousand Vines.
The spell name: Death Coil.
"Not bad," Hua Jieyu said with a smile.
"Of course. Don't you know whose man I am?" Ye Futian said proudly.
"Hmph." Hua Jieyu snorted.
"Do you think that old guy has a lot of spells like this that he's not willing to use?" Ye Futian muttered. If they were all spells of this level, he would definitely be able to kill people of the same level. In the future, he wouldn't need to rely so much on the Nine Heavenly Attacks. Powerful martial arts and spells would complement each other. His combat ability would increase to a whole new level.
In this way, even if he entered the Sky Realm, he didn't need to worry about the ability to fight across realms. After all, with the improvement of realms, the gap between each realm would become bigger. The means of others would also become stronger, and the effect of some of his abilities would weaken. If he wanted to have the same fighting strength as before, he must do more.
After that, he wouldn of the Arcana Plane.
"You call this greedy? I want it to be like today every day, to be able to see my fox first thing in the morning," Ye Futian said with a smile.
Hua Jieyu naturally understood what he was implying. She smiled and said, "What are you thinking? Can you release the Death Entanglement as you please without the help of music? Why don't you focus on your cultivation and show off in front of Mr. Du later?"
"That makes sense. My Jieyu knows me best." Ye Futian nodded and closed his eyes. Earlier, he had entered a wondrous state with the guqin song. He had merged his spiritual will with the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings to release the spell. Without the help of the Ukiyo song, it would still be difficult.
Ye Futian continued to comprehend and cultivate his spells.
A few hours later, the teacher walked over leisurely and stretched. He smiled when he saw the two of them cultivating.
This kid was quite hardworking. It seemed that he needed to be taught a lesson …
If Ye Futian knew what he was thinking, would he be so angry that he would vomit blood? Even if he worked too hard, he would still be defeated?
"Master," Hua Jieyu turned around and called out.
"Morning, lass." Mr. Du smiled and said. Ye Futian stood up as well. His eyes turned and he looked proud. "Master, the spell you gave me yesterday was not difficult at all. I have already learned it."
"Is that so? Let me see." The old man smiled at Ye Futian with his hands behind his back.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded. He closed his eyes, and a strange will emanated from his body. His spiritual energy resonated with the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings. After a while, golden vines that covered the sky grew in the surroundings. They grew at an extremely fast speed, covering the entire space within them.
Seeing the spell, the old man looked at Ye Futian in disdain. "You learned it in a day. Why do you need so long to release the spell? No one will wait for you during the battle. If you meet an opponent of the same level, you will die before the spell appears. "
"Uh …"
Ye Futian blinked. Wasn't the script supposed to be that the teacher was shocked and convinced by his talent?
But … it seemed to make sense.
"Sigh, how can there be such a lousy disciple like you?" The old man sighed. "There are still some spells here. Keep them and cultivate them. Before you learn them, don't go anywhere else. Otherwise, I can't afford to lose face if you are only at this level after leaving the mountain."
With that, the old man threw some books to Ye Futian. Then, he turned around and walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back.
"I …" Ye Futian wanted to curse but he glanced at the books.
He endured it.
Pfft! Hua Jieyu smiled sweetly. This guy finally met his nemesis. Mr. Du was indeed a miracle. Back then, even her father couldn't do anything to Ye Futian.
Thus, Ye Futian was miserably grounded. Starting from the first day of the new year, he was grounded to cultivate in the back mountain. It was too miserable.
Thinking back to the position the teacher had in the Cottage before he returned, Ye Futian missed it so much.
…
Days passed. The Eastern Barren Territory was still peaceful. There was no storm. The people of the Qin Dynasty's alliance were still focused on cultivating. They all knew that they were preparing for the final battle.
Now that the situation had deteriorated to such a state, the battle of the Eastern Barren Territory was inevitable. In some sense, the Qin Dynasty couldn't wait any longer. Mr. Du had already returned. Everyone in the Eastern Barren Territory had seen his ability to cultivate disciples. They didn't dare to give him too much time.
Ever since the bell rang last year on Sky Mountain, it didn't snow anymore.
The number one mountain in the Eastern Barren Territory had turned into a snow mountain and was covered in white snow.
After such a long time, the bell did not ring again. There were no longer as many people at the foot of Sky Mountain, but there were still many people here.
For example, the Qianqiu Temple was a top force in the Western Region of the Eastern Barren Territory. Now that the Sword Saint Mountain had moved to Book Mountain, the Qianqiu Temple was naturally the leader in the Western Region.
However, Qianqiu Temple still felt a sense of urgency.
With the current situation of the Eastern Barren Territory, once the war broke out and the winner was determined, the Eastern Barren Territory would be established. One side would reign supreme, and the so-called era of the top forces would become a thing of the past. They had to change and become stronger.
At the foot of Sky Mountain, the Arhat gazed at the impossibly tall Sky Mountain. He thought back to what had happened last year. That was the first time he had climbed Sky Mountain and reached the highest point. After that, he had tried many times but had never reached that height.
"The demonic aura on Sky Mountain is getting stronger." An eminent monk from the Qianqiu Temple next to the Arhat spoke up. He held his prayer beads in his hand and stared at the mountain before him.
"It has been like this ever since the bell rang continuously. Also, the suppressive force has become stronger. It's as if the two forces have always maintained a balance, competing against each other," another person said.
"Could it be that the bell on Sky Mountain was really the summoning of the Great Emperor and someone has already stepped onto Sky Mountain?" someone murmured.
"It's highly possible that's the case. The period after the first bell of Sky Mountain rings is the best opportunity."
Hearing the elder's words, the Arhat thought back to his first encounter on Sky Mountain. Back then, someone had plotted against him and used the Spiritual Qi on Sky Mountain to chase him, scaring him off the mountain.
If someone had really stepped onto the peak of Sky Mountain, would it be the person who plotted against him?
Moreover, the bell rang once after he left the mountain. It was when Ye Futian left the mountain. That time, the Nobles of the Qin Dynasty wanted to deal with him and the bell rang.
Was it really a coincidence?
The Arhat's eyes were cold. He had a feeling that if someone had really stepped onto Sky Mountain, that person was most likely Ye Futian.
At that moment, a dragon roar came from the sky. The strong cultivators from the Qianqiu Temple's eyes flashed. The dragon roar didn't come from Sky Mountain. Instead, it was coming from there.
The people from the Qianqiu Temple turned to look at the sky. Snowflakes fell from the sky. In the sky, a majestic dragon appeared.
This dragon had wings. It was the Yinglong, the king of the sky.
Yinglong swooped down towards them. The people of Qianqiu Temple trembled when they saw the scene in the sky. It was not only because they saw Yinglong, but also because there were many powerful figures standing on its back. What was even more shocking was that Yinglong was pulling a carriage on its back.
Someone was coming on a dragon carriage. Yinglong was pulling the carriage.
Even the people from the Qianqiu Temple were shocked, let alone the others. At the foot of Sky Mountain, countless people looked up into the sky, their hearts pounding.
Who was this person?
In the Eastern Barren Territory, they'd only heard that the Qin Dynasty's Flood Dragon Army was incomparably imposing. However, it had never been like this.
The dragon carriage stopped in front of Sky Mountain. On the dragon's back, a group of figures glanced down indifferently. Their expressions were cold and emotionless.
Then, a few youths stepped out from the carriage on the dragon's back. Their temperaments were outstanding. They didn't look down but at Sky Mountain before them.
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