“Shall we strike?” all the cultivators secretly asked themselves.
The Dragon Turtle was taking Ye Futian and the guqin of Shenyin the Great to Ziwei Segmentum. If they delayed making a move on Ye Futian, they would have no opportunity when Ye Futian was in the Ziwei Segmentum.
But again, who among them could be sure that they had the ability to deal with the guqin itself?
These top figures hesitated. This guqin was a real divine item; the strings could move by themselves and play the Divine Requiem, which ensnared all the top cultivators in that endless sadness. If it could be obtained and controlled, what kind of power would that be?
What was more, they had not yet unearthed the secret of Shenyin the Great, but Ye Futian may have already done exactly that.
A top cultivator from the Dark World couldn’t wait any longer and struck. He raised his hand to grab at the Dragon Turtle. Suddenly, a terrible black hole of death appeared in the void, swallowing up everything. This black hole caused a huge vortex to appear in this space. The forward speed of the Dragon Turtle seemed to be affected as rumbling sounds of horror were heard. This space started to collapse madly. It was as if it was about to shatter completely into nothingness, and the Dragon Turtle, too, would be swallowed into that darkness.
Previously, those who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path had walked directly onto the back of the Dragon Turtle, wanting to snatch the guqin. They were attacked by the music and were ensnared in its throes. The fact was that their supreme strength combined was terrifying enough that they could hamper the forward movement of the Dragon Turtle.
Upon seeing this, that guqin in Ye Futian’s arms flew out. It was as the strings were moving by themselves again. A horrific storm of rhythm swept at that top cultivator from the Dark World. The invisible rhythmic ripples seemed unstoppable, directly Invading the other’s mind. In an instant, the sadness that had not completely dissipated rushed into his heart again. The face of the cultivator from the Dark World changed. The music from guqin was still playing, but his figure retreated in a flash, abandoning his attempt to strike.
Everyone stared at the guqin ahead, and it seemed that Lord Luo was right. This guqin did indeed contain a life force. Coupled with the coercion of the Great Emperor in its music, it seemed that Shenyin the Great indeed existed in yet another form in this world.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the phenomenon; it was as if the spirit of Shenyin the Great was at work.
Did Ye Futian perceive the existence of Shenyin the Great? many cultivators wondered.
At this moment, someone else made another move. An extremely tyrannical cultivator from the Empty Divine Realm slashed through the void with his palm, and cracks appeared between heaven and earth. It created a space of exile that swallowed up the road in which the Dragon Turtle was moving. Instantly, the Dragon Turtle, which was moving forward, was swallowed up as well.
“Exile!” Ye Futian’s eyes sharpened. Judging from his opponent’s realm, he could easily destabilize the Great Path of the Original Realm, banishing them into a world of nothingness, even opening up a channel to the Divine Prefecture.
Clearly, they were aware that the others wanted them to leave the Original Realm to be unable to move forward into the starry sky world in Ziwei Segmentum.
The cracks in the space expanded, resembling an entrance to darkness, engulfing the gigantic Dragon Turtle along with the entire ancient city of ruins in tow. Ye Futian and the others instantly entered this unstable spatial crack where the Great Path. Inside was chaotic and disorderly. This was a land of banishment; it existed only when the space of the Original Realm was broken, but this place could also lead to the Divine Prefecture.
The Dragon Turtle moved forward in the dark, but the same rhythm persisted as if guiding its direction. Accompanied by some violent roars, the Dragon Turtle navigated forward in the crevices of the void, then shuttled around and returned to the land of the Original Realm. However, along its path, the dark cracks became more and more terrifying, tearing the space apart.
In this instant, the ginormous body of the Dragon Turtle was already in another remote place—much further away—as cultivators chased them from behind. Their expressions were solemn. It seemed that no matter what they did, this Dragon Turtle would continue to elude them.
“Elders, let’s stop here. If the rhythm is still playing as before, please ask yourselves, ‘If you could, would you retreat under your own power?’” Ye Futian said loud and clear, “The Great Emperor doesn’t care to tarry with all of you like this, but if you insist on this foolery, perhaps you will feel the anger from the Great Emperor himself.”
All the cultivators who heard what Ye Futian had to say were stunned, and a great conflict ensued in their hearts.
Ye Futian seemed to have indicated that Shenyin the Great was still here, alive, existing in the world in another form. He had autonomous consciousness. He could attack them if they continued to be unruly. The Great Emperor would take action.
There was a thoughtful look in their eyes. It was as if they were contemplating the veracity of Ye Futian’s words. But in conjunction with everything that happened before, they realized that Ye Futian might not have been lying to them. What he said was probably the truth—the Great Emperor was still here. Otherwise, none of this made any sense.
The Great Emperor was still here. With the first man of music in ancient times here, how dare they try to seize the guqin?
Since the Great Emperor had already made his own choice, it would be meaningless no matter what they did. It was a foregone conclusion that could no longer be changed.
Give up? many cultivators wondered. In fact, those giants who had not overcome the Divine Tribulation had already given up. In their previous experience of all that had happened, they knew that it was futile. It was already a great favor bestowed on them to allow them out of that grievous mood, so what other ambitions could they speak of at the moment? Not to mention that as long as there were other Tribulation-level cultivators around, it was far from their turn yet.
Just as everyone was considering the matter, the Dragon Turtle marched forward and drove through the boundless void. Over time, the starlight fell from the sky. It seemed as if they had now entered the territory of Ziwei Segmentum.
At this time, some cultivators stopped and did not continue their pursuit. Later, more people stopped moving forward. As they stopped one by one, they looked further down the road that the Dragon Turtle was on. They knew that there was no more hope. All they could do was watch the Dragon Turtle take the guqin, Ye Futian, and the others inside the Ziwei Segmentum.
In a nutshell, the Dragon Turtle appeared with the ancient ruins of a city in tow, and Ye Futian was ultimately the only one who benefitted from it. For Ye Futian to be the one to take the inheritance of Shenyin the Great, what else could do anyone say or do?
With such a genius talent to exist in the land of the Original Realm, Divine Prefecture, the Dark World, and the Empty Divine Realm would not be quiet for long. Sooner or later, the cultivators in those worlds would meet him somewhere, somehow.
“Let’s go,” someone said, then turned to leave. After that, many powerful cultivators left one by one; there was no point in staying here any longer.
They had already entered Ziwei Segmentum. What else could they do now?
After they left, the Dragon Turtle descended on Ziwei Imperial Star. Soon, the news began to spread wildly in the Original Realm.
Ye Futian—the College Chief of Heavenly Mandate Academy and the Palace Lord of Ziwei Imperial Palace—had obtained the inheritance of yet another Great Emperor after Shenjia the Great Emperor and Ziwei the Great!
