Boom!
The shallow dish-like object at the base of the colossal tower radiated a deep blue light, condensing into a beam that flowed into the tower. Itself shattered into dust under the powerful airflow from the tower’s base, leaving no trace.
Boom!
The tower became ethereal, surrounded by dazzling blue light, stretching longer and longer, as if it would pierce through the void and ascend directly into the boundless sky!
This change slightly startled He Qi. He hadn’t anticipated that this tower, resembling an ancestral shrine, could actually be a treasure capable of soaring into the vast heavens and even carrying martial artists below the Law Body realm. Elder Ruan and the others were equally astonished, while only the Wang family head remained expressionless, still looking as if he were gravely ill, showing no reaction whatsoever.
If weeds are not uprooted, future troubles will never end! He Qi narrowed his eyes, his body instantly transforming into the Wu Xiang Sword Qi, continuously shifting between presence and absence, perfectly smooth and untraceable.
The blue-blooded people possess unique talents. If they were to retaliate recklessly without regard for cost, hunting down the sect’s elders and disciples, it would surely bring severe losses to the sword pavilion!
The sword qi completely vanished, suddenly reappearing within the dazzling blue light as if it had always been part of it. Twisting and swirling like a dragon, it emitted sharp sounds, seemingly ready to tear apart the blue light.
At that moment, an immense and overwhelming presence, as if filling the heavens and earth, flowed into the deep blue glow, instantly solidifying it like water. Layer by layer, it peeled away until only the final thin covering remained on the tower.
The sword qi was immediately severed and forcibly isolated!
Elder Ruan, having weathered many trials, did not pause for a moment. Behind him emerged a figure, wearing an ancient tall crown, its face blurred. It seemed to play the laws of heaven and earth as strings, using its own path as hands, producing a wondrous melody of the Dao.
Dang!
The music suddenly shifted, like a bell tolling across the three realms, melodious and ethereal, lingering endlessly. The towering structure, enveloped in blue light, abruptly came to a standstill. The radiance resembled a transparent layer of water, revealing droplets distinctly, with every pattern and indentation visible in exquisite detail.
Suddenly, the remaining energy surged into the divine image engraved on the tower. Metal protrusions gleamed, and a majestic deity, stepping on a black dragon and wearing water snakes as earrings, emerged from the flat surface into three-dimensional form. It conjured a water-blue eight-edged mace in its hand and swung it forward calmly.
Peng!
The brief stillness shattered. He Qi’s elusive sword qi was forced to condense into a solid form.
Boom!
All of this happened in an instant. Before Huang Taichong and another Ruan elder could react, the tower’s stillness shattered, transitioning from tranquility to motion, ready to drill into the void and ascend into the boundless sky.
Above the Wang family head, the Luo Shu rotated, golden hexagrams appearing around him, continuously evolving and transforming until finally forming one hexagram, manifesting as a heavenly net descending upon the tower.
The three-dimensional deity swung its mace once again, striking the celestial net with a rending sound. He Qi’s sword energy surged forth anew, slicing into the tower.
Dang!
A crack appeared on the tower, the vibration spreading and shattering many things inside. Faintly, the bleeding high priest could be seen.
But by now, the tower’s escape was inevitable. The front half had already turned ethereal and empty. He Qi seemed unable to stop it.
“The high priest won’t live much longer…” Seeing the high priest’s core severely wounded by his sword qi, He Qi felt slightly relieved.
He didn’t know where the “tower” would fly or the true origins of the blue-blooded people, but at least for now, the future threat had been temporarily eliminated.
The sword qi surged again, the divine image shattered directly, and the spreading energy propelled He Qi backward, briefly separating him from Elder Ruan and the Wang family head. The tower hesitated slightly but was about to break free and ascend into the boundless sky.
Suddenly, in that fleeting moment of hesitation, a figure flashed before the tower’s crack. A floating ancient qin in front of him, he directly rushed through the thin blue light and flew inside.
Ruan Chengde, the third master of the Ruan family!
Boom!
The blue light stretched to its limit, and the tower completely drilled into the void, heading beyond the nine heavens’ gales, taking away the high priest and Ruan San.
“San Lang!” Elder Ruan cried out involuntarily.
The Wang family head lightly coughed, his expression unchanged.
He Qi slightly frowned. The high priest wouldn’t survive another two hours. Why would Ruan Jia’s third elder risk his life so desperately, entering the tiger’s den without concern for whatever enemies awaited at the tower’s destination?
What exactly was the Ruan family planning?
Under the previous circumstances, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to infiltrate the tower like Ruan Chengde. But with the high priest dying, the tower’s destination unknown, and the involvement of a mysterious ancestral god, it wasn’t worth the risk.
Inside the tower, the frail yet dignified Ruan Chengde confronted the high priest in a small, confined chamber.
His hands moved rapidly, sometimes producing the cry of a phoenix soaring to the heavens, sometimes shifting into lofty sounds specifically targeting the blue blood. The chamber became intensely hot, its surface beginning to melt.
“The mistakes made back then, I must atone for them, even at the cost of my life!” His gaze was resolute, showing not a trace of fear, as if death could no longer intimidate him.
The blue-blooded high priest’s cultivation far surpassed Ruan San’s. Even gravely wounded, the high priest remained formidable. At this moment, controlling water and manipulating life forces, he displayed divine abilities, his hand seals creating waves that relentlessly suppressed Ruan Chengde.
Of course, as a Grandmaster, Ruan San’s attacks could not be ignored by the high priest. His body surface became increasingly transparent, his blue blood bubbling with gurgling sounds, the mysterious branch-like inscriptions within showing cracks.
He didn’t want to die yet. He still wished to return before the ancestral god statue and receive healing.
The ancestral god controlled the mysteries of nurturing life. As long as he wasn’t killed instantly, there was still hope for recovery!
Phoenix soaring, vacuum swirling, various qin sounds taking form blocked the waves. Ruan San manifested his dharma body, the “Immortal Qiner”!
The immortal was noble and refined, with an extraordinary appearance, his robes flowing gracefully. His hands plucked the void, playing the “strings” formed by the laws of heaven and earth’s operation. The sound of water only vibrated nearby, unable to intrude. However, Ruan San’s life was steadily and firmly slipping away.
If not for the high priest’s fear of attacking too fiercely and destroying the tower, leading to mutual annihilation, he would have already gained the upper hand completely.
Ruan San’s gaze showed no flicker, instead revealing a faint elegant smile.
The more severely I’m wounded, the more I can feel atonement. The qin sounds become even more wondrous!
Blood-red liquid flowed from his eyes, dazzling and bright.
The battle within the chamber was restrained yet fierce. Gradually, without any escape or evasion, wounds appeared one by one on Ruan San’s body. His skin cracked, blood spilled, bones shattered inwardly, and his snow-white robes now resembled a nearly disintegrating puppet, blooming with plum blossom-like bloodstains. Even his dharma body became slightly illusory.
Yet Ruan San stood straight-backed, his qin sounds never faltering, his eyes fixed on the high priest.
The high priest, already wounded at his core, felt increasingly dazed after this bitter struggle, nearing death. He murmured, “You want to retrieve that item?”
“It’s useless. It has already been sacrificed to the ancestral god. You won’t be able to reclaim it!”
“How do you know it’s useless without trying?” Ruan San spoke for the first time, his voice refined and melodious like a qin, though speaking was difficult, he showed no weakness.
His life and death had long been cast aside!
At this moment, a spherical star emerged in the endless dark void outside. It was entirely covered by a deep blue ocean, as if condensed from liquid.
The deep blue water gently undulated, as if breathing, nurturing life.
Plop! The tower plunged into the water.
On the seabed were numerous depressions, as if gems were forming. The tower flew toward the deepest point of the seabed, where there was a cluster of pavilions. At the center stood a divine statue, deep blue, almost black, holding an eight-edged mace, stepping on a black dragon, with water snakes as earrings. Around it were many items, most dazzling and extraordinary.
Boom!
The tower, slashed by He Qi and cracked, landed crookedly, exploding violently. The high priest immediately fell into a coma.
Ruan San wasn’t in good shape either; his body seemed ready to disintegrate at any breeze. But he staggered to his feet, gazing toward the divine statue nearby.
At the base of the statue, in the most central position, rested an ancient and elegant qin. Seven visible strings could be seen with the naked eye, but seemingly countless invisible strings, formed from Daoist principles, were also present. It exuded a sense of compassion, as if the heavens were reluctant to abandon people. At this moment, its light was dimmed, with no fluctuations of energy, appearing old and damaged.
It really is it! The Wang family head was not lying. There was truly an opportunity to find it!
One of Ruan San’s eyes was hollow, bleeding, while the other barely functioned, a tear silently sliding down.
Yes, it’s this one—the Ruan family’s treasured artifact, the Qianren Qin!
In his youth, he had reached the Earth List, often able to sense and familiarize himself with the family’s divine weapon. But in his youthful pride, he eventually became careless, often ignoring prohibitions by taking the divine weapon out of the secret area to play a tune.
Arrogance and carelessness inevitably bring disaster. One day, while contemplating the divine weapon at home by the waterside pavilion, suddenly three powerful figures emerged from the water.
He resisted with all his might, but they were powerful, using unknown treasures or secret techniques to briefly blind the weapon, preventing it from acting on its own. Before other family experts could react, they severely injured him, took the weapon, and vanished into the water without a trace, leaving only an enemy’s finger behind.
The family head was furious, and he was confined to the secret area, never to see the light of day again.
Tormented by anguish, remorse, reluctance, and deep concern for his family, he agonized for years. Ultimately, inspired by the “Heaven-Sundering, Earth-Altering Melody,” he composed a zither tune capable of countering the blue-blooded people, biding his time for the right moment.
Today, after enduring hardships and suffering, he finally saw the divine weapon again. How could he not shed tears?
Ruan San rose into the air, flying toward the divine statue.
Suddenly, the gems across the entire planet transformed into blue-blooded humans—countless and innumerable. They awakened simultaneously, their voices reverberating through the starry void: “Intruders in the forbidden land, kill!”
The water waves trembled, and Ruan San’s qin artifact instantly lost its moisture, cracking and shattering.
The sound of the qin suddenly rang out. Ruan San landed and trudged forward with difficulty, playing the qin with his heart and dharma body.
One by one, the blue-blooded humans burst into splashes of deep blue water. Yet their numbers were overwhelming, and many among them were formidable, still roaring with thunderous voices: “Kill!”
Ruan San’s tied-up hair was scattered, black strands falling, sharply contrasting with his blood-stained white robes. His face was pale as paper.
His eyes only saw the Qianren Qin. He took a few more steps forward, and his dharma body developed cracks!
The mistakes I made, I must atone for, even at the cost of my life!
His hair tips turned white, and his vitality rapidly faded as countless blue-blooded humans surged toward him.
His hair turned snow-white, wrinkles appeared on his face, but Ruan San remained noble, seemingly untouched by dust, his already frail body like it would disintegrate with a single gust of wind.
The distance to the Qianren Qin was now short. He inhaled deeply, his heart qin rotating, playing the strongest note.
Dang!
The Immortal Qiner’s dharma body collapsed. Ruan Chengde’s physical body disintegrated, causing many blue-blooded humans to hesitate momentarily!
His disintegrating blood ignited, blending with his energy, like scattered crimson clouds falling onto the Qianren Qin.
The originally elegant body of the qin had taken on a dark red hue, emitting a deep, resonant hum from within.
Using the blood and life of a Ruan family descendant as an offering to awaken the divine weapon!
Weng!
The Qianren Qin emitted boundless light, within which shadows of phoenixes, true dragons, and ancient bells appeared. The qin body violently trembled, forcefully breaking free and flying into the high sky.
The ancestral deity statue’s core unveiled a concealed presence, yet it was a moment too late to halt, merely managing to taint!
Phoenixes, dragons, ancient bells… Ruan San’s ethereal primordial spirit observed these scenes, as if returning to the days when he first learned the Twelve Divine Tones of Langhuan.
What a wonderful time it was! With blurred vision, he watched the Thousand-Handed Qin fly away, a faint smile of contentment playing on his lips. His primordial spirit scattered, completely sinking into darkness, leaving only an echoing whisper behind:
Finally atoned for the mistake…
…
Midway above Langya City, a sudden burst of light erupted, phantom shadows scattered in all directions, and a shower of blossoms descended. An ancient qin shot through the sky, soaring directly toward the Ruan family.
Without anyone to control it and needing to resist the “ancestral god” energy, its light gradually dimmed, as if it would fall into slumber again.
The nine-fingered blue-blooded person, not far outside the city, abruptly looked up, his expression drastically changing. He soared into the high sky, attempting to intercept and seize it.
Inside the Ruan family’s ancestral home, several experts simultaneously looked toward the high sky. Ruan Yaoguang blurted out:
“The Qianren Qin!”
The Qianren Qin? Meng Qi was extremely astonished.
Regarding the Ruan family’s lost qin, he had long had suspicions. But wasn’t this divine weapon in the hands of the master of the Six Dao reincarnation?
How could it fly back on its own?
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