The overwhelming sorrow flooded Qi Huan like a tide.
He could feel the emotions of everyone present, even those who were being controlled. However, their emotions are dull and their thinking is incomplete. Perhaps many of them have been irreparably damaged. Those small emotions gathered together, and they were more confused and confused. I didn't know what happened, let alone where to go. The family is reunited, but changes happen one after another. For ordinary people who just want to live a good life, everything now is too difficult to understand.
The distant and heavy concept of "home" was reconstructed, almost overwhelming him.
But what is even more suffocating is the most huge and incomprehensible "god" emotion.
It - they, they are grieving, grieving beyond words. It's as if all their efforts until now are truly for the development of everyone in the world and the future of everyone, but they cannot be understood by the world. That kind of pain is too heavy and too complicated, and even this is just one of them.
The two demons look like brothers, and they can truly understand what the other is thinking even without using amber or other means of establishing a spiritual connection. Qi Huan couldn't help but smile, feeling a little envious for some reason.
How cunning, they are obviously just two liars, why? He thought so, but he just knew that there was no conflict between the two. Just like what they call "for the world" is not inconsistent with their own selfish desires. It is also their principle that the more you work, the more you will get, so everything they exploit is considered legitimate and reasonable in their own minds.
What are they talking about...? Qi Huan could not understand the language of those two people. The voices indeed belonged to those two people, and the form of expression was indeed a statement of some kind. But he couldn't understand either the words or the words. They were just meaningless thoughts like scriptures. But he can read the emotions, just like humans.
But it is fundamentally impossible to communicate.
He also felt the huge grief and anger suppressed by Bai Ya - this was a power that could almost rival Musician's emotions.
He could also see Liu Shenghan's calmness and tenacity until now, as well as Jun Aoyan's seeming... guilt. In a short period of time, he could infer what exactly happened to them from the ocean of emotions.
He just sighed.
When he gently touched the strings, he faintly felt the meridians in his hands vibrating. So he started playing.
This was an extremely smooth performance, and even he himself couldn't explain why. It was as if Qingnv herself was standing beside him, gently guiding his every move. Which string should be landed on, which position to pluck, what fingering method and what force should be used, are all explained clearly. It's just that she seemed to tell each finger directly, skipping him himself, and the hands knew exactly what to do.
Qi Huan understood that it was the two invisible strings that were controlling his hands, manipulating them to play a heavenly sound.
The sound of nature.
They had never heard anything like it. Even Bai Ya and Sheng Han, who were near Music Sky, and General and Ao Yan, who were running around in the city, couldn't help but look back at the source of the sound. It spreads in the wind, but flows clearly to everyone's ears. Even from far away, you can hear such melodious music.
Melodious and bleak.
They felt...cold. Although this is indeed just a song, the chill that clings to the skin is also real.
existing. It's not that bitingly cold, just a slightly cool feeling. It's like the first rain in autumn, falling on the body in drizzle, giving it a unique coolness and humidity. The next moment, the first rain will turn into the first frost.
In the palace, countless walls have been knocked down, countless buildings have been destroyed, and countless places have been left with horrific cracks. Countless lives and objects were destroyed by Musician's huge body or sound waves. But amid this burst of music, its movements stopped and became slow, as if not only the surface, but also the inside was frozen.
Qi Huan felt it calm down.
This is indeed soothing music. He understood what he had done wrong at first. He should not provoke it with the intention of simply attacking it - but rather calm it down, calm it down, and stop its senseless destruction. This is probably the truth that the more anxious you are, the less likely you will get anything done. Although everyone understands it, not everyone can do it at all times.
Jun Aoyan was a little anxious, but she couldn't calm down like Musician Tian because she and her father realized that there were no more charms to put on. The group of unconscious people outside the city have been implanted with some kind of order. They cannot stop as the music sky stops. They are still rushing against the last city gate again and again, and many people have broken through piecemeal. Clicked through.
At this moment, amid the soft music, the talismans in the hands of the two people suddenly flew up like birds, flying in all directions with Bai Ya's blood. An invisible force sticks them all to where they should be - is the goddess helping them? They don't know, they only know that everything can be saved.
The pattern in the sky takes shape, and two yin and yang fish that cover the sky and the sun embrace each other. The surrounding scenery seems to have remained unchanged, but overall it feels dimmer, as if a thin veil has enveloped it.
Liu Shenghan was still waving Yun Guihao tirelessly. The dilapidated and obstructive wreckage around it was restored as if going back in time, making this large area look much more spacious. And those people. Although she cannot deceive the huge music world through illusions, even controlled humans can guide their subsequent actions by modifying the information they are exposed to through their senses. She kept shaking the bloody pen hard, and every drop of blood and ink melted into the eyes of those people. In the end, with one stroke of her pen, she lifted the seal Bai Ya had set for them.
One by one, they turned around and scattered in all directions, heading towards the path they thought was right.
"This will make it easier to handle."
"Well, thank you." Bai Ya nodded.
"Do you have any idea about what to do next?"
"Well... there is a way."
Before Liu Shenghan had time to ask what it was, Bai Ya suddenly rushed in the direction of Music Sky, dragging a strange afterimage behind him. The power around Musician that could distort light has also been weakened. Although the influence is still there, it has been weakened a lot. Bai Ya jumped up and stepped on it. At that moment, he did feel as if he had stepped on nothing, but he still stepped on some kind of entity, but it was different from what he saw with his eyes. Bai Ya simply closed his eyes and relied on his intuition to guide his instincts. In the darkness, he saw an irregular haze of light, exuding spore-like particles. Its shape is changing, but very slowly. Bai Ya guesses that this is the condensed divine power of its body. Sometimes, gaps appear in the light mist, like cracked eye sockets or a big mouth; sometimes the gaps are filled, completed, and unknowingly change shape.
Bai Ya quickly jumped and ran upwards
Running, his speed was even faster than when he opened his eyes. In the sound of music, all the pain on his body became irrelevant. A special kind of spiritual power emanated from the inside of the knife, wrapping around his hands and legs, giving him a steady stream of strength.
This knife seemed... to have a name, but he forgot it. Was it Sui Wujun or his father? He didn't remember it. He was still very young at that time and had only heard it once or twice. He was not interested in remembering those fancy things.
But a name, a name—always has a source, it never means nothing.
He came to the highest point, a place where he could look down upon all things, but it was not the closest to the sky. It is still far away from heaven, heaven, heaven... whatever.
He will bring down the sky.
As if he had stepped onto an invisible ladder, he continued upward and came across a path that was invisible but actually existed. Everyone saw that Bai Ya was heading higher in an incredible way. There was white light and black shadow surrounding him, and he didn't know what it meant.
The mingling sounds of men and women in my ears never stopped for a moment. Sometimes it’s cursing, sometimes it’s whining. But no one knows what it means. Maybe it is the language of heaven, and only the so-called "gods" can understand its meaning. But that's not important. Language is not universal, but emotions are. Now, they are gradually condensed into feeble but clear human language, deeply projected into the heart of Bai Ya who is closest to them.
"Death...die - die, you group of ants, this group of unreasonable, lowly creatures. You deserve to die, you are born to die, you are not worthy of any god's help, nor are you worthy of bathing in any god's grace. Destroying all the vegetation in the world, controlling all the birds and beasts in the world, despising and cutting off our emotions and connections, thinking that you are superior and dominating everything - what do you think is the difference between us? You deserve to be punished by God, and God deserves to punish you. You There’s a price to pay…”
Bai Ya only felt noisy.
"It doesn't seem to make any difference." He answered in his mind, not knowing who to answer, "However, I only care about whether you killed my father. But you seem to be disdainful to answer this question. It doesn't matter, you don't have to. answer."
Bai Ya, who was at a high place, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around and slashed the two scimitars downwards with all his strength, but it seemed as if something was pulled down from above and smashed down. Something swells in the yin and yang curtain in the sky, breaking through the fog and clouds, overwhelming mountains and seas, and is unstoppable.
Two huge spiritual powers fell from the sky, as if a big mouth had opened in the sky. There is a black, huge object getting closer and closer. Is that a black ball, or has it torn a hole in the world? It's moving, along with a white ring. The ring is also extremely white and seems to symbolize something completely different from the black circle.
They were getting closer and closer, spreading a light that enveloped everything. Whether it is light or shadow, no one can tell clearly. They can only detect a scene that is isolated from vision. Even Musician's huge body seemed small, and Bai Ya's figure was even more invisible.
That thing completely swallowed up the musical world. Rather, it swallowed up everything.
"Is that sword energy?"
This was Lord Xueyue's voice. Qi Huan was startled. He wanted to look around but couldn't open his eyes. He only heard the female voice muttering something doubtfully.
"Oh my God, Kun Yuan, the beginning of all things is to obey the heaven..."
——Zhuzhao·Youying.
