Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
High in the sky, the battling Mei Niang and Xie Bo, along with Zhuang Ming, who unleashed the flood of Malignant Spirits in the city, started at the zither music.
“The Power of Dao!?” Xie Bo stirred.
Mei Niang was even more shocked.
“Who is it? What song is it played to contain such a vibrant Dao, to shake the world?” Mei Niang cultivated the art of zither, knowing its Dao better than most.
The music, flowing like water, boundless like the mountains, and resounding like the open sky, made so that every note struck her soul.
It left her perplexed and confused as to what she was feeling. It gave a vague idea that the user grasped the rhythm of Dao hidden deep in the fabric of the world.
Her cultivation was growing under its influence!
“Impossible! My Immortal Dao is growing!”
Mei Niang was a 6th-layer Immortal Lord, making the slightest increase only happen with tremendous effort. The requirements for understanding Dao were steep, as was embracing Dao’s rhythm.
One could cultivate for a thousand years, even ten thousand, and not grow even a single Layer unless they had these two requirements fulfilled.
The Dragonised City’s sudden zither music spoke volumes of the Zither Dao, of the infinite Daos, filling her with newfound insights that propelled her cultivation.
A new spring of power welled up from within Mei Niang. She advanced an entire Layer!
[Heavens! Such incredible Dao Rhythm helped me break through a Layer!]
Mei Niang was dumbstruck.
She muttered in a daze, “Dragonised City must hide a saint on the Zither Dao!”
“You advanced?!”
Xie Bo, having been fighting her all this time, sensed her change and felt he was living a dream.
He was an Immortal Lord just the same; he felt the Dao Rhythm and knew how hard it was to advance.
Sometimes, each little advancement meant starting from scratch. It was harder than vaulting into Heaven!
Yet she did it!
Xie Bo was shocked and speechless.
He glanced at Dragonised City, and his heart fell. “Nine Province Continent has such concealed talents, not just the Absolute Dominator who deterred Tun Tian, but even one relying on zither to help you advance. Such ability can only mean they’re a Celestial Immortal, if not a Saint of the Immortal Dao!”
Xie Bo was feeling poignant. [What the hell is going on? Wasn’t the Nine Province Continent supposed to be a Lower Realm, barren and desolate? What’s such a godlike being doing here?]
So many Immortal Domains have never experienced the fortune of a path Saint.
“Agh~!” His mind snapped to attention at Zhuang Ming’s wails.
The zither music carried boundless power that he couldn’t resist. His body was crumbling at death’s door.
Xie Bo flinched. As the Fiendish Immortal Domain Fiendish Sect’s Young Master’s Dao Protector, his death means losing his own head too.
“Xie Bo, save me!”
Xie Bo disengaged from Mei Niang, rushing for Zhuang Ming.
The grand and majestic music ramped up its rhythm, forming visible ripples and building up power to crush all evil in the world.
The music swept the three Immortals off the spot.
“Agh~!” Now even Xie Bo wailed in pain, his features twisting in agony.
Mei Niang just stood with closed eyes and felt every note, inflection, and subtlety of the path. It was Heaven-sent, giving her a much-needed understanding of the Immortal Dao.
It also helped her advance her cultivation by a Layer.
Xie Bo and Zhuang Ming were still in pain, with the music’s every note shaving one more Layer from their souls instead. The pain was unimaginable.
As it continued, their wails subsided into silence.
The zither threw Dragonised City into turmoil, absorbing every cultivator within its notes.
In the Misty Pavilion, Chen Changan was sweating buckets, never having felt so tired in his two lives. He felt utterly spent, leaning back on the stage and panting for breath.
The wooden zither was in ruins after he finished Ambush from Ten Sides. “Why am I so tired?”