Chapter 1636 — The Old Zither's Melody Passes Down to This Day
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The Fourth Young Master sat beneath the tree, an ancient qin laid across his knees; this qin was unlike any other, for it had fifty strings.
He had been in the tenth epoch, but at this moment he had come to the sixteenth. His little finger hooked one of the strings and drew it out.
Then the zither string vibrated, and a familiar melody came through. The Fourth Young Master was stunned; listening to that melody, longing showed in his eyes.
He could not help closing his eyes and listening to the tune that haunted his dreams, and two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.
He seemed to have returned to former days, to the days he had spent with his beloved wife.
The melody coming from the string made him drunk with it, and the longing in his Dao heart grew deeper and deeper, when suddenly the qin music swerved into another tune.
"Old Seven, you are remarkable.
You very nearly succeeded!
" The Fourth Young Master abruptly opened his eyes, waking from his intoxication, and released his little finger.
In the Zaofu Heavenly Palace, as Ling Tianzun's finger touched down, the Artifact of Creation suddenly twisted and collapsed inward; in the blink of an eye it was wrenched by its own power into a huge golden sphere, destroyed utterly!
At the same time Shen Mu's music went wrong; though it was only one tiny error, it sent a chill through him, and without another word he rose into the air and threw himself toward Ling Tianzun.
Ling Tianzun had not yet come back to her senses when he caught her in his arms; holding her, Shen Mu charged madly outward.
The zither string coiled about the Artifact of Creation vibrated; the supreme might transmitted from the previous universe erupted and caught up with them, a force that filled one with despair, a force against which no one had the strength to contend!
At this moment Kaihuang and the Sword Dao Daluotian descended, interposing between them and that supreme divine art; in this instant the Dao of the sword blazed with its most dazzling light!
"Shen Ye!
" Shen Mu's eyes were about to split with rage; he flung Ling Tianzun aside and lunged toward Kaihuang, all his power transforming into the Unchanging divine art and surging toward Kaihuang!
The Fourth Young Master's divine art was meant to utterly grind Ling Tianzun out of existence.
Ling Tianzun had perfected the immutability of matter and energy, so to destroy her was nearly impossible; which meant that the power of the Fourth Young Master's strike was so great that it could probably wipe out even a Dao-achiever with ease! Kaihuang seemed to hear his voice; he turned his head and smiled faintly at him.
Behind him, the Sword Dao Daluotian was ground to powder within the Fourth Young Master's divine art. "We shall meet again in the Chaos Hall.
" Kaihuang revealed a smile; Shen Mu's Unchanging divine art pushed forward, yet before it could reach his side, Kaihuang was utterly annihilated within that terrible divine art.
Shen Mu's body went rigid; he saw a Dao flower drifting, spinning, flying past his ear, drifting toward the distant Salvation Golden Ship. Upon the golden ship, a hazy shadow raised a hand and pinched that withered Dao flower between its fingers.
Within the flower the Dao of the sword was collapsing, yet the moment it fell into his hand it stopped disintegrating.
That figure held the Dao flower between his fingers, gave a long, faint sigh, turned, and walked into the ship.
His form gradually changed from illusory to solid; a sword hung at his waist, and his figure stood proud and solitary, apart from all others.