Chapter 913 - 828: Meeting You in Spring, You are Like a Dream
A single tune of High Mountain Flowing Water, and between Nan Feng and Yin Zun’s Corpse, seas of consciousness peeked into each other, unveiling the truths within their hearts.
Nan Feng witnessed the scenes from Sound Venerate’s memories, and though she was shocked, her Dao heart remained resolute.
And at this moment, Sound Venerate was observing Nan Feng’s sea of consciousness.
As she thumbed through the book of Nan Feng’s memories, in Nan Feng’s mind, suddenly a note from the zither resonated.
“No…!”
Feeling the notes of the zither, Sound Venerate instantly shuddered, and in her hollow eye sockets, a color of incredulous horror emerged!
“This sound of the zither…”
“Is it him? Is it him?!”
Sound Venerate uttered in disbelief.
Even though, in her perception, he had turned into a ghost, had become lost and maddened, but now, hearing his zither sound, she was still startled to the core, her spirit captivated!
In a trance, Sound Venerate distinctly saw an ineffable being, existing within the memories of Nan Feng.
At this moment, only because she observed the sea of Nan Feng’s consciousness, therefore, she saw that person in Nan Feng’s memories!
Sound Venerate saw, that was a refined and otherworldly young man, playing the zither in a small courtyard, his music solemn and formidable, as if it could sever all paths in the heavens and earth!
——That was the scene when Master Li Fan first played “Emperor’s Breakthrough Melody” in Nan Feng’s memory.
Sound Venerate saw, that was the ineffable Supreme existence, casually plucking a few zither strings, yet obliterating all worldly thoughts, elevating one’s state of mind, forgetting everything.
——That was the sound of the zither when Li Fan taught the “Oblivion Melody” in Nan Feng’s memories.
That was a small courtyard, a little mountain village…
Light and shadow shifted, through endless time and space, Sound Venerate felt dreamily that the small mountain village seemed to drift in the river of years, omnipresent, timeless.
And at this moment, in that small village, within the courtyard, the young man playing the zither suddenly looked up,
“A lifetime spent breaking through the illusions of the mortal world, the sword hidden in the pavilion leaves no trace.”
“Claiming victory in a thousand battles without drawing the blade, born with eyes that behold all heroes.”
“Meeting you in the spring is like a dream, laughter without traces, words lost, fog shrouds the mountains, fog envelops the wind.”
“Bowed my head to ponder, yet bewildered,”
“Originally from the Nihility Realm, above and below boundless,”
“No one to console, the heart cold as frost.”
The young man seemed to be murmuring, seemed to be sighing, and with his words falling, the young man lifted his cup to drink, alone, without anyone to clink glasses.
At this moment, Sound Venerate had a feeling that everything was an illusion, the world full of scars and desolation, yet only that being, receding into reality, stood alone amidst the desolation, guarding the endless loneliness, accompanied only by the desolate march of time.
“Meeting you in the spring is like a dream, laughter without traces, words lost, fog shrouds the mountains, fog envelops the wind…”
Sound Venerate suddenly murmured; at this moment, in her hollow eye sockets, the dense gray mist suddenly dispersed!
“Meeting you in the spring is like a dream… fog shrouds the mountains, fog envelops the wind…”
She chanted this line over and over, and suddenly, from her hollow eyes, silent tears fell.
At this moment, her entire body began to tremble, the gray mist around her vanished in an instant, and at the same time, some sort of black mark was utterly destroyed!
Instantly, the aura of Sound Venerate drastically changed.
Just now, her eerie aura had pervaded the world, making the Four Domains Eight Desolations feel an impending sense of destruction, but at this moment, her aura became sacred and supreme!
“Meeting you in the spring is like a dream… It was I who was dreaming, it was me…”
“Fog shrouds the mountains, fog envelops the wind… Have we, never seen the true reality?”
“He’s still here, he remains!”
At this moment, Sound Venerate suddenly got up, her body instantly restored!
Her entire being was as if cleansed by light, the gloom all gone, her elegance peerless.
Her appearance was clearly identical to Nan Feng’s!
But she had an added air of vicissitude, having gone through great tribulation with detachment, as well as a serene contentment which had been there for eternal ages!
Sound Venerate looked at Nan Feng, a smile of both envy and release appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she said:
“I am the one who has long been dead.”
“You are the real me.”
Nan Feng looked at Sound Venerate, somewhat bewildered at this moment and said:
“What you saw in former years…”
Sound Venerate shook her head and replied:
“No matter what I saw in former years, this life… is what’s most important.”
“He is here, this life… there is hope!”
Nan Feng nodded.
And as the words fell, Sound Venerate suddenly flicked her finger.
The melody soared!
At this moment, she was cultivating her own Dao!
“In my last life, I died before achieving enlightenment, but I gained some insight from the ‘Four Sights’. Perhaps I can leave you with something.”
The Great Dao erupted, and the rhythm danced across the nine heavens.
At this moment, the entire Sound Desolate seemed to be enveloped by a Great Dao transformed into musical notes, one melody could induce oblivion, and one sound could break barriers.
Within the notes, endless visions evolved: unceasing battles, mountains and rivers spanning ten thousand li…floating above the nine heavens and blooming amidst the Chaos.
And Nan Feng, as if sensing something, couldn’t help but turn the Qi of her five viscera and six organs into the strings of a qin and close her eyes to play.
She based her performance on the Dao of her previous life to understand the Great Dao of today.
High Mountain Flowing Water seeks a kindred spirit.
Plum Blossom Three Moves submerges the nine provinces.
The spring river with flowers under the moon fills heaven and earth,
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Ambush from Ten Sides, ten thousand li of solitary graves!
Nan Feng had entered a state of selfless trance, the Ten Eternal Sounds evolving continuously under her fingers to exhibit the celestial phenomena.
The notes evolved, resounding through the clouds, from the solitude of High Mountain Flowing Water to the tranquility of Plum Blossom Three Moves, to the beauty of the spring river with flowers under the moon, to the grim Ambush from Ten Sides…
The whole world evolved with the sound of the qin!
The music turned into an endless stairway, stretching through the clouds for ten thousand li, and ultimately connected to a horrific palace!
That palace was like the end of a path, seemingly not belonging to this world, this realm, a place rarely seen in all eternity and in all worlds, but it truly existed.
As the palace appeared, the world trembled!
“Ultimate Celestial Phenomenon…”
“The Ultimate Celestial Phenomenon of Sword Dao… it actually appeared?!”
“Impossible… could it be, the Supreme of Sword Dao from the Era of the Ancient White Mist… has revived?”
Throughout the Martial Desolate, people collectively knelt in worship!
The Array Flags of the Blood Curse Great Formation oppressing the entire Martial Desolate, at this moment, were all shattered by the inviolable horrific music.
Not just in the Martial Desolate, but at this moment the Four Domains Eight Desolations, even the True Ancestor World…
Countless heavens were listening to this melody!
A melody that penetrates the heavens!
“The Ultimate Celestial Phenomenon of Sword Dao…”
In the Great Brahma Desolate, within an ancient temple, an old monk murmured inexplicably, “The one at the End of Myriad Dao, did she glimpse this world? Otherwise… how could she predict that such a person would appear in later generations…”
As he spoke, a look of expectation suddenly appeared on the old monk’s otherwise unchanging face.
“It is difficult for me to enter Buddhism in this life, I can only wait for someone to supersede me.”
His hands came together in prayer.
At the same time, the other desolates also felt a sensation.
“The heavens have given birth to me, Yin Xu’an, and Sword Dao is like an eternal night.”
In Sword Desolate, a scholarly youth with an otherworldly air walked down a bustling street. At this moment, countless cultivators on the street were stunned by the Ultimate Celestial Phenomenon of the Sword Dao, but he merely smiled faintly.
He carried a coffin on his back, densely covered with scribbles, which at a glance resembled sword marks.
“Young man, you have a talent for practicing the sword.”
Suddenly, the scholar stopped in front of a youth, took a look at him, and said:
“Such talent will only bring harm to you, there’s no future in Sword Dao, let me cut off your talent for you.”
He drew his pen and slashed in front of the youth.
The youngster hardly noticed, eyeing the scholar as if he were insane, and walked away.
Yet, the youth would never know that his life trajectory had changed forever because of this day.
Watching the youth leave, the scholar sighed, set down the coffin on his back, and poured some wine from a gourd onto it before drinking for himself, saying:
“Sword Dao is destined to be lonely, it’s a pity you died early.”
“Otherwise, why would I, Yin Xu’an, be facing the darkness of Sword Dao alone?”
After drinking, he shouldered the coffin again and continued to walk through Sword Desolate.
“Don’t learn anything but swordsmanship, for Sword Dao is like the eternal night…”
Yin Xu’an spoke, glancing towards the direction of Sound Desolate and murmured:
“Who can cut through the eternal night with a single sword?”
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