Outside of Time

Esteemed Master Dongyou's words echoed on the array platform.

When it landed in Xu Qing's ears, the other party's unique hoarse voice seemed to carry a hint of age as it recounted the legend of the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts in greater detail.

Coupled with his current divine perception observation, Xu Qing was basically certain that… that slender hand was most likely the hand of the musician who played the Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon in the legendary Golden Crow Temple.

It was also the opportunity to find the dragon carriage.

'But why did the other party stare at Yanyan and mark her…'

Xu Qing fell into deep thought as his gaze landed on Yanyan.

Yanyan's uniqueness was definitely her physique that didn't suffer from the invasion of anomalous substances. Even Xu Qing couldn't see the source of this physique.

"Perhaps I can ask Master when he comes out of seclusion. It's also possible Master already knows that Yanyan's physique is special."

Xu Qing pondered silently before determination appeared in his eyes.

No matter what, the most important thing was to deal with that slender hand first and resolve the karma caused by the other party staring at Yanyan.

He didn't hesitate. After knowing the origin of that hand, within the range of his divine perception, in the pitch-black underwater ruins that were filled with countless malicious ghosts, all the sharp cries…

stopped in unison.

It wasn't that those malicious ghosts had stopped screaming but their voices had been stripped away by Xu Qing at this moment!

It became his strength, his killing intent, and his weapon.

It transformed into a surging and strange lethal force that descended upon the slender hand.

In an instant, the seabed churned silently and a storm formed. A terrifying pressure and aura spread from the seabed to the surface, causing huge waves to surge in the sea outside.

However, it was completely silent.

At this moment, all the sounds in this area had a master.

The divine authority of sound completely erupted.

However, the eye on the slender hand suddenly opened the instant danger descended.

It revealed its red pupils that emitted endless malevolence. Its fingers moved rapidly, as though it was plucking invisible zither strings.

A similar sound divine authority actually spread out from this palm.

This was completely different from the divine creatures Xu Qing had seen.

Generally speaking, the strength of divine creatures lay in their divinity and their divine source. They usually didn't have divine authority. At the very least, the ones Xu Qing had killed in the Forbidden Sea during this period didn't have it.

But this severed hand actually showed divine authority!

At the next moment, the bodies of those malicious ghosts whose sounds had been stolen by Xu Qing trembled. They surprisingly recovered from their silenced state. At the quiet seabed, mournful wails and ear-piercing screams echoed again.

The power formed came into contact with the suppression and killing power controlled by Xu Qing.

A thunderous roar spread across the seabed in all directions, reverberating intensely for a moment before falling into sudden silence.

The sounds within the seabed mirrored this pattern, erupting violently in an instant, only to be hushed the next. They were controlled by the hand's fingers, and then abruptly stripped away by Xu Qing.

The wailing of the malicious ghosts was particularly affected, their screams becoming intermittent and fragmented.

This was a battle of the same divine authority!

Such battles were rare among gods, but when they did occur, it would definitely be a battle of life and death.

When two sides held the right to use the identical divine authority, it resulted in a contention for dominion over that divine authority.

In this battle of holy authority, the wailing of those malicious ghosts was the core.

The intensity of this conflict was such that many of the spirits couldn't withstand it and began to crumble. The resulting silence, formed by the sounds Xu Qing had stripped away, grew ever more pervasive, enveloping the surroundings in an expanding sphere of quietude.

His divine authority was relatively more complete. On one hand, it was due to his comprehension. On the other hand, he already had its mark in his nihility land. In terms of status, it was like the pinnacle.

Hence, he naturally had the advantage in this battle of divine authority.

However, just as Xu Qing's dominance was growing, the eye in the palm of the thin hand seemed to have sensed the threat to its existence. It opened wide in rage, its blood-red pupil surrounded by spreading blood vessels, ultimately shedding a single blood-red tear.

With the release of this tear, the crumbling ghosts around it trembled violently, all turning their glance towards Xu Qing.

In a desperate, self-destructive frenzy, they roared, their sharp cries piercing through the silence.

The blood-red tear collected their renewed sound, forming a wave of noise. This sonic wave, carried by the blood-red tear, surged from the sea depths, pierced through the water, and burst forth towards Dongyou Island, where Xu Qing stood, cutting through the air like a blade.

The entire Dongyou Island rumbled.

After doing this, the eye in the thin broken hand visibly weakened. It flickered for a instant before swiftly gathering the remaining thousands of ghosts around it. Together, they sped towards the depths of the Forbidden Sea, attempting to flee.

On the Dongyou Island, all the cultivators' bodies and souls shuddered upon seeing the approaching blood-red meteor.

Only Xue Lianzi and Esteemed Master Dongyou were in a better state, but even their hearts were shaken.

Xu Qing raised his head and stared at the blood-red meteor.

The other party's counterattack didn't surprise him much. Since he had understood the identity of that fragmented hand, he had mentally prepared for the possibility that it also possessed the power of sound.

After all, that was the hand of the sun's musician.

However, he didn't know why the musician could still retain one hand under the glance of the fragmented-face nor did he know whether the consciousness controlling the hand was the musician's own or a newly emerged remnant will.