Wherever he went, the sorrowful aura would spread. Moreover, it could also corrode the surrounding objects, causing them to become sorrowful as well. It emitted a sense of sorrow that was the complete opposite of the original vitality.
Di Shitian's mind had already been corroded by the boundless sorrow. He no longer had the slightest bit of consciousness. He could only instinctively wander around the mountain forest aimlessly as he sorrowfully spat out the word 'sorrow'. With every word he spat out, the sorrowful aura on his body became even denser.
"Brother Zheng, quickly look, who is that? Could it be a foreign cultivator as well? "
"I'm not sure. Looking at this person's behavior, it seems a bit abnormal."
"Hmm, could it be a madman? That's impossible. How could there be a madman in the zither realm? "
Right at this moment, at a place not too far away from Sakra, two young cultivators were standing together, and they looked towards Sakra. Obviously, they were attracted by the situation of him wandering aimlessly in the mountain forest by himself, and they couldn't help but gather together and discuss in bewilderment. Obviously, they were very surprised.
The fact that these two were able to persist until now in the zither realm could be said to be the cream of the crop among cultivators. Moreover, in these ten days, they had a deeper understanding of the mysteries of the zither realm. The endless stream of strange attacks made them even more tired. The most terrifying thing was the battle between cultivators for those strange Artifact Embryos.
These days, who knew how many people had already died from killing each other.
Therefore, the strangeness of Di Shitian's body immediately attracted the attention of these two people.
"No matter what, the two Tool Embryos that we worked so hard to obtain have been snatched away. Perhaps this person in front of us has Tool Embryos with him. I've heard that any one of these Tool Embryos can be sold for tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. Why don't we go rob others as well?"
"That's right. Who cares if he's crazy or not. Let's rob first."
This conversation had already revealed a lot of the invisible law of the Immortal Cultivation World where the strong preyed on the weak. In the Immortal Cultivation World, there were no great principles. Whoever had the biggest fist would be the one who spoke the truth.
After the discussion, the two cultivators rushed toward Di Shitian's position at the same time. They formed a sword gesture in their hands, ready to release the flying sword at any time. In the other hand, they clasped a few spirit talismans that glowed with spirit light. Everything was done smoothly, as if they were familiar with it. Unexpectedly, they were all late stage Qi Refining cultivators.
"Sad … sad … sad!!"
Di Shitian seemed to have reacted to the two cultivators who were pouncing towards him with ill intentions. He raised his head and glanced at them. His expression was still incomparably sorrowful as he once again softly uttered the word 'sorrowful'. As these three words entered the ears of the two cultivators, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Their rapidly charging bodies strangely came to a halt.
A trace of sorrow involuntarily appeared on their faces. Many sorrowful things that they had experienced in the past emerged in their minds. They unconsciously immersed themselves in these sorrowful memories. Their bodies emitted a sorrowful aura as they blankly stood in place without moving, immersed in their sorrowful state.
Di Shitian didn't make any other movements. He continued to aimlessly walk forward step by step, shuttling through the mountain forest. The two cultivators didn't notice his departure at all. The scene was extremely strange.
At some unknown time, a cool breeze blew past. The two cultivators trembled and woke up. They looked around and then glanced at each other. They both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes. The situation just now was truly too strange.
Four or five days later, this scene was also encountered by many other cultivators. For a time, there was a rumor in the Zither Realm that there was a strange madman who only knew how to say the word 'sorrowful'. Moreover, as long as someone approached him, they would inexplicably fall into a sorrowful state. It was truly strange.
For a time, he was given a nickname, 'Madman'.
In the Zither Realm, as long as they heard sorrowful sounds echoing, cultivators would all take a detour. They didn't want to encounter him because once they did, they would strangely feel sorrowful. Then, they would be immersed in it and lose consciousness. At that time, if they encountered an enemy, they would be dead for sure.
Therefore, most of the cultivators in the Zither Realm kept a respectful distance from Di Shitian. They were afraid of encountering him.
In reality, as long as one's cultivation wasn't very high and one's state of mind wasn't extremely firm, they would be eroded by that sorrowful feeling. It was truly terrifying.
Ding Ding, Ding Dong, Ding Dong …
On the twenty-third day since Di Shitian and the others entered the Zither Realm, they didn't know how big the Zither Realm was. Moreover, the sky was shrouded in fog, making it difficult to explore clearly in a short period of time. However, someone discovered that almost all the cultivators who entered were wandering in a strange mountain forest. There were also a large number of strange demon spirits in the forest. The weak ones of these demon spirits had the terrifying attack power of a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator. There were even Foundation Establishment cultivators and Core Formation cultivators. They were quite terrifying. What was even more terrifying was that many of them were gathered together.
This way, it was even more difficult to deal with them. If they encountered them, it would be a battle to the death. During this period of time, countless cultivators had died in the hands of these strange demon spirits.
In this cruel environment, those who survived in the end were almost all powerhouses. Everyone had undergone a fundamental transformation in this short period of time. Even their temperaments had changed to varying degrees. It could be foreseen that if they left the Zither Realm, they would definitely become a generation of prodigies in the cultivation world in the future. There would be almost no problem for them to reach the Core Formation realm. They might even be able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm. Perhaps, it was even possible for them to reach a higher level.
At this moment, in the Zither Realm, a burst of Zither music suddenly rang out. The moment it rang out, it covered the entire Zither Realm. All the living beings in the Zither Realm could hear it clearly.
The Zither music was melodious and seemed to contain a natural and peaceful charm. It caused the atmosphere in the Zither Realm to suddenly change. It became fresh and natural. The murderous aura that all the cultivators had because of the slaughter naturally dissipated in the Zither music, causing their nervous minds to unconsciously calm down.
In the forest, the demon spirits that were scattered all over the place revealed an inexplicable expression in their eyes. They all quickly rushed in the direction of the Zither music.
Many of the cultivators' expressions changed as they followed the Zither music.
At this moment, Di Shitian, who was wandering in an unknown corner, heard the Zither music. The natural and peaceful power of the Zither music fell on him. For some reason, the boundless sorrow that enveloped him unexpectedly dissipated a little. A trace of clarity faintly flashed in his eyes that had been filled with grief.
His body suddenly stopped as he turned around and walked in the direction of the Zither music. As he listened, he followed the Zither music.
In the Zither Realm, everything changed because of this mysterious Zither music. Almost everyone was heading in the same direction. If one could see this scene clearly, they would find it strange.
The Zither Realm was very big. Most of it was made up of mountains and forests. In the center of the Zither Realm, a huge pool appeared. This pool was very strange. First, the water in the pool was very different. Ordinary water was clear and pure. If it was a mountain spring, one could clearly see the sand and stones at the bottom.
Even if it was turbid, one could still see the soil. Or perhaps it was ice cold water that was constantly emitting cold air. Or it could be a hot spring that emitted hot air. However, the water in the pool was different from those kinds of water. The color of the water was very strange. It was a kind of seven-colored water. Light flowed through the pool as if it was a large dye vat used to dye cloth.
This light was sparkling and translucent. It was very mystical and made one feel very comfortable looking at it. It was as if one was looking at some kind of seven-colored glaze or jade. It was very beautiful. It could be said to be a beautiful fantasy. In the colorful light, wisps of faint water vapor rose.
This pool was next to a big mountain. The pool was at the foot of the mountain. Behind the pool was a naturally formed karst cave. If one did not look carefully, one would not notice it. However, this karst cave was separated from the forest on the opposite side by the pool.
On the surface of the ancient pond, there was a shocking scene. Mysterious figures, male and female, were either sitting cross-legged or standing. They did not sink into the water, and each of them held various musical instruments in their hands. There were zithers, flutes, pipas, and so on. It looked like an exhibition of musical instruments.
From time to time, there were figures dancing on the surface of the pool. They looked like phantoms. They looked very beautiful. One could not help but be immersed in it.
However, there was one similarity, which was that they didn't seem to have the aura of humans at all. They didn't seem to be alive, but instead had traces of strange demonic aura. Their expressions were cold, without the slightest hint of emotion, as if they were born without emotions. It made one's hair stand on end.
In the forest, along with the sound of the zither, demonic spirits followed into the pool from time to time. They vaguely covered the karst cave behind, as if guarding something.
"Today is that day of the year again. If there are no accidents, the zither music in the Zither Realm should sound again." Qin Xuan looked in the direction of the Zither Realm. Standing in the purple bamboo forest, he sighed softly. He seemed to have known that some kind of change would happen in the Zither Realm.
"Father, why did our ancestor leave behind instructions that we are not allowed to take the things she left behind? Instead, we have to let outsiders go. Moreover, it depends on fate," Kotomi said faintly. Her eyes were filled with puzzlement.
Qin Xuan's face turned solemn, and he said, "Shut up. Since the ancestor has made such arrangements, she naturally has her reasons. As the younger generation, we only need to follow her orders." Speaking of the ancestor, his expression became very serious. He actually scolded his beloved daughter on the spot. It was clear how important the ancestor was in his heart.
"Your daughter understands." Kotomi also knew that she should not have such thoughts. She quickly admitted her mistake and said, "Twenty-three days have already passed. The deadline is in seven days. I don't know if we can take the zither out this time." (To be continued. If you want to know what will happen, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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