Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Everyone ignored Lord Luo’s words. There was movent in the grave aside from the rhythm playing. It surged into the various ancient corpses, especially the corpse king. The corpse king seed to have co alive. A terrifying storm of rhythm emanated from his body and spread outward quickly.
In an instant, the storm of rhythm enveloped the entire space. Everyone was within the domain of this rhythm. The rhythm was formless, yet its effect could be felt by all the cultivators present.
The cultivators examined their surroundings. They could sense the omnipresent rhythm. Their eardrums vibrated with the rhythm; they ford so resonance with the music. It was as though their spiritual souls were invaded by it. Extre grief welled up inside of them. They could feel despair and sorrow from deep within their souls.
“Beware.” Many people reminded each other to be careful. The intense emotion mixed in the rhythm could directly affect the cultivators’ souls, causing them to feel miserable.
Sorrow, despair, helplessness, and the futility of struggling propagated along with the rhythm. These intense emotions directly impacted the cultivators, causing their Mindfulness of the Path to be swayed. It also lowered their combat abilities. Countless images that were related to their traumas surged in their minds. The traumas that each cultivator recalled were all mories that impacted their hearts and their souls the most. The negativity that they felt was magnified continuously, causing them to dwell in misery.
“It’s the Divine Requiem.”
Lord Luo’s emotions were similarly affected. At the sa ti, he was shocked by the might of the rhythm. This was the terror of the Divine Requiem. It would not attack the cultivators directly, yet it could perturb their Mindfulness of the Path and cause them to break down. Indirectly, it could destroy the cultivators.
Humanity would dwell in sorrow as soon as the Divine Requiem was played. One could imagine how frightening this Divine lody was.
All the cultivators present had their own stories to tell. They had experienced countless tribulations to reach the peak of the Renhuang Plane. They had fortified their Mindfulness of the Path, and they were good at suppressing their emotions. So of them even deserted all their feelings to achieve greater attainnt in their Way. Nevertheless, their experiences remained as mories in their minds.
The Divine Requiem had the magical power to evoke those mories hidden in their minds. It would then amplify the negativity felt by the cultivators, causing them to wallow endlessly in sadness. It would destroy the will of a person. Even top figures would be affected by this. As to how powerful the effect would be, it depended on who was playing the Divine Requiem.
It was the sa for Ye Futian. He thought that his Mindfulness of the Path and his conviction were firm. However, right now, his mories that had long been hidden were once again evoked. The scenes resurfaced in his mind and leaped into his consciousness. It was as though he had returned to the days of his youth. He saw his teacher and grandmaster. He even experienced the sorrow and despair he had felt back then once again. It was as though he had returned to the ti when he was back at Sage Hall and experienced the death of Jieyu all over.
The intense sorrow seed to be magnified, causing grief from deep within his soul to erge. It felt as though he had lost his ability to fight completely. This sensation was too frightening. He never imagined that the rhythm actually possessed such astonishing power. It could subdue its opponents without a fight, destroying its enemies through their emotions.
“This won’t do!” a voice cried out from within Ye Futian. He had to break free; otherwise, he would be in grave danger. Setting aside the fact that the ancient corpses had not attacked, even if they didn’t, his mind would gradually be worn out if he continued to be imrsed in this endless sorrow until he was eventually crippled.
Was the Divine lody played by a true top figure actually this powerful? Who was playing it now?
At that mont, he actually ca to the sa preposterous conclusion as Lord Luo. Could it be that the Great Emperor was actually still alive?
Who else could play such a Divine lody?
Rumble. At that mont, the Great Path resonated on Ye Futian’s figure. His body beca a Divine Body of the Great Path. The endless divine light of the Great Path circled around him. Musical notes burst forth from inside his body. These dancing musical notes intertwined to form a lody and countered the attack of the Divine Requiem.
However, right then, the ancient corpses began to move. This ti, they no longer attacked frantically like before. Instead, they were following the movents of the corpse king.
The figure of the corpse king floated up into the air. He stood at the center of the storm of rhythm. He was circled by the endless storm. The other ancient corpses seed to follow him and appeared around his figure.
The corpse king appeared like a truly extraordinary cultivator. He raised a finger, and imdiately, the storm of rhythm in the vast space moved with his finger. Countless Sword Wills instantly appeared in the sky. These Sword Wills rged with the storm of rhythm. The humming of swords seed to beco a sorrowful wail. The hum of swords and the lody reverberated throughout the space.
The other ancient corpses also did the sa. The vast space was imdiately enveloped by the sorrowful wail of swords. It was difficult for those caught in it to break free from its grasp.
Buzz. The corpse king lifted his finger and pointed at the cultivators. Imdiately, myriads of humming swords appeared in the vast space. Each and every one of the swords was tainted with inexhaustible sadness. All the swords slashed towards the cultivators at the sa ti.
The swords seed to be capable of destroying one’s spiritual soul. They were akin to the swords of great sorrow. A formless power was hidden within the swords as they charged towards the cultivators. All the top figures in the region were targeted by the swords.
“Be careful,” warned Renhuang Chen as his figure appeared beside Ye Futian. Starlight illuminated and enveloped their surroundings. Ye Futian and the cultivators from the Heavenly Mandate Academy were shielded under the Star Light Screen.
Rumble. Endless Sword Will descended and blasted on the Star Light Screen. The entire screen was covered with invading Sword Will. Ye Futian and his group could clearly see how the Sword Will landed on the screen and caused it to shake violently. Cracks appeared on the screen. The terrifying lody perated through the screen and affected the will of everyone.
In other directions, cultivators from various top forces were also fighting hard to defend against the Sword Will. Even the giant-level figures felt threatened by the ferocious attack. So people retreated frantically while so people sought protection from Tribulation level cultivators.
Right at this mont, the ancient corpses dispersed. They moved simultaneously as they charged towards the cultivators in various directions. The corpse king remained where he was. His gaze was devoid of emotion. He was a dead man, after all. Naturally, he wouldn’t have any feelings.
The corpse king glanced in one direction. His gaze landed on a giant-level figure from the Divine Prefecture. Then, he raised his arm and sent out a palm strike from across the space. A gigantic palm imdiately appeared in the heavens and earth. Even the gigantic palm was ringing with a sorrowful wail. This palm of great sorrow flew towards the cultivator.
The cultivator retreated frenziedly. The sorrowful wail seed to be omnipresent. It seeped into his mind and disturbed his emotions, causing him not to be able to focus and retaliate with his full force. At this mont, the palm of great sorrow slamd into him. With a loud bang, his spiritual soul was shattered. His body plumted from the sky. He was killed instantly with a palm strike!
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