Fighting the Supreme Realm

Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (1)

Just when everyone outside was extremely worried about Xiao Yan entering the third floor of Wenxin Hall, Xiao Yan had already opened the door to the third floor.

As far as the eye could see, it was still dark.

Based on Xiao Yan's intuition, the third floor of Wenxin Palace is much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era before the ancient catastrophe, when six or seven-star Dou Emperors were everywhere, the number of Dou Emperors standing on the top of the tower was not too many. This is the rule between heaven and earth. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where quality is valued rather than quantity, and it is also a place of highbrow and low-keyness.

Taking a few deep breaths, he gradually calmed down his "pounding" heart. His eyes flickered slightly, and with the help of the light of the sky fire, Xiao Yan looked at the soul marks that were as bright as stars floating in the distance, trying to find and judge them. He thought it was relatively weak. After all, this is the third floor that the master has repeatedly warned not to enter. The soul marks are all left by those strong men on the top of the tower. With his current strength, he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he locked on a soul mark.

This soul mark is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.

It is shaped like a harp but not a harp, with circles of nebulae lingering on it, and subtle vocal music faintly coming from it. Moreover, other soul marks are as bright as stars, but this one is constantly changing between light and dark, as if it fluctuates violently due to changes in emotions.

Logically speaking, Xiao Yan had no reason to choose such a soul mark that seemed extremely unstable and could go berserk at any time, but Xiao Yan himself couldn't explain why. He intuitively felt that this soul mark was the most reliable.

Intuition is a very mysterious thing that cannot be explained clearly, especially when you are confused.

But this was a life-related decision after all, so Xiao Yan had to be careful and cautious. Suppressing his heartbeat, he strolled slowly and cautiously.

However, dozens of soul marks floated in the mid-air of the hall, all shining with varying degrees of light. The darker ones flickered frequently, the ones that flickered more gently were brighter, and there was no one that was both dark and flickering gently at the same time.

Xiao Yan's heart was full of bitterness and he swallowed his saliva, thinking that this was much harder than winning the 5 million sports lottery on Earth before traveling. After all, that one was just for money, but this one was fatal.

What should I do? One wrong move can mean the world is separated forever, which is no joke.

Xiao Yan was deep in thought, walking casually in the hall. The sound of footsteps was particularly clear and suppressed in this empty space.

Rubbing his hands gently, Xiao Yan stopped and took a breath. Watching the heat turn into curls of smoke under the burning of the sky fire, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and an indescribable flash of light suddenly flashed deep in his eyes. of surprise.

It turned out that, inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering piano-shaped soul mark.

"It seems that we are very destined to meet it today. It is it." Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and decided to take a chance on his luck.

Concentrating on adjusting his breath, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the soul power wrapped up the soul imprint with lightning speed.

Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (2)

Different from the soul imprint absorbed by the second floor of Wenxin Hall, Xiao Yan only felt a blur in front of his eyes. The soul imprint had disappeared, and he did not sense anything entering into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's going on? You're missing?"

Xiao Yan was a little stunned and dumbfounded. His hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared on his body.

Just when Xiao Yan was looking around and couldn't find him, a string sound suddenly sounded in his head. The sad and heartbreaking sound seemed to penetrate his soul. Xiao Yan suddenly realized that the depth of his soul's sea of ​​​​consciousness had suddenly and inexplicably appeared. There is an extra guzheng on the ground.

The texture of this zither is white jade without any flaws. It is shaped like a dragon swimming in the water, with a very streamlined feel. It has eighteen strings, all of which are different. From top to bottom, they are Menglong tendon, ghost tiger string, and sky silk. The essences of eighteen kinds of ancient beasts are all rare treasures in the world. Although they are transformed by the power of the soul, they are so real that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Anyone who encounters such a sudden thing will feel horrified, and Xiao Yan is no exception. Cold sweat breaks out on his back. Could this be the inscrutability of the realm above the imperial realm? Xiao Yan swallowed hard and stared at the guzheng in the sea of ​​consciousness, not daring to act rashly.

The guzheng has a spirit. It rises slowly from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. The eighteen strings sing without playing. The sound of the guzheng suddenly becomes tragic and desolate. Sometimes it is high-pitched and rapid, with lingering sounds; sometimes it is sonorous and powerful, with cadences and fluctuations.

The sound of the kite seems to have a kind of magic power, and it is in perfect harmony with the waves of Xiao Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. When the sound rises, the waves rise, and when the sound falls, the waves recede. It penetrates into every pore of Xiao Yan, driving Xiao Yan's emotions layer by layer. Repeatedly.

Hearing the sound of the zheng, Xiao Yan gradually fell into the artistic conception of the music and couldn't extricate himself. He seemed to have seen heroic scenes of fighting and iron horses on ancient battlefields.

It was not until the end of the song that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zheng. He was really startled when he thought that his mind had been unknowingly attracted by the sound of the zheng. He couldn't help but feel frightened and hurriedly concentrated his mind, trying to mobilize the power of his soul to resist. .

But soon, Xiao Yan sadly discovered that in front of this guzheng, he had completely lost control of the power of his soul. Even every move in the sea of ​​consciousness was not under his control at all. He was like a puppet. , the only thing left is a trace of clarity in his mind. Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly felt as if he had fallen from the Jiutian Galaxy to the bottom, and his face was full of helplessness and frustration.

The guzheng seemed to want to express the dull feeling of waiting for a close friend in the long years. It ignored Xiao Yan at all and did not ask any questions. It just played out bursts of wonderful string sounds. It didn't matter whether the tune was slow or fast. Regardless of the joy or sadness of the music, nor the pursuit of a clear, elegant, delicate and beautiful style, it just plays along with the mood, and fully displays the artistic conception that can only be vividly displayed by the realm above the imperial realm.

Xiao Yan endured all this silently. Gradually, from being helpless at the beginning, he gradually began to appreciate the beauty of this melody. All the pores in his body felt as comfortable as if he had eaten ginseng fruit. He stayed in the Hall of Questioning Heart The physical and mental fatigue of the past three months on the second floor was washed away layer by layer, and the comfortable and comfortable pleasure was uncontrollably surging in the sea of ​​consciousness, hazy and ethereal yet real and tangible, and even the power of the soul became vaguely active.

"Can listening to the guzheng improve the cultivation of soul power?" Xiao Yan keenly felt the activation of soul power, and he couldn't help but cry secretly in his heart.

However, in just a moment, Xiao Yan, who has always been rational, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts and smiled self-deprecatingly: "How is it possible? It's just wishful thinking! If you can make progress by listening to music, doesn't it mean that as long as you soak in it every day? Is it possible to make rapid progress with the endless wind and moon in the busking hall?"

"It must be an illusion due to my high nervousness." Xiao Yan licked his lips and shook his head in a funny way.

Xiao Yan had no idea that by shaking his head, he not only missed a huge opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.