Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (1)
Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death
Just when everyone outside was extremely worried about Xiao Yan entering the third floor of Wenxin Palace, Xiao Yan had already opened the door to the third floor.
Upon entering, there was still darkness.
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 underlying rule between heaven and earth. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where quality is valued rather than weight, and it is also a place of high and low.
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 was the third floor that his master had repeatedly warned not to enter. The soul marks were left by the strong men on the top of the tower. With his current strength, he had to be extremely careful.
Soon, he locked 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 faint vocal music coming from it. Moreover, other soul marks are as bright as stars, but this one is constantly changing between light and dark, seemingly due to emotions.
ups and downs with changes.
Logically speaking, Xiao Yan had no reason to choose such a soul mark that seemed extremely unstable and could go berserk at any time. However, 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 still walked slowly and cautiously.
However, dozens of soul imprints floated in the mid-air of the hall, all shining with varying degrees of light. Some were darker and flashed more frequently, some flickered more slowly and were brighter, and there was no one that was both dark and gentle 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 we do? One wrong choice can lead to eternal separation. This is no joke.
Xiao Yan was deep in thought and walked 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 a flash of "no" suddenly flashed deep in his eyes.
Out 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 gamble 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 mark absorbed on the second floor of Wenxin Hall, Xiao Yan felt his eyes blur. The soul mark 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 he suddenly had goosebumps all over 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 unexpectedly came out of the blue inexplicably.
There is an extra guzheng on the ground.
This zither is made of white jade without any flaws. It is shaped like a dragon flying over the water, with a very streamlined feel. There are eighteen strings on it, all of which are different. From top to bottom, they are the dream dragon tendon, the ghost tiger string, and the sky string.
The essences of eighteen kinds of ancient beasts, including silk, 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 oozes from his back. Could this be the unpredictability of the realm above the imperial realm? Xiao Yan swallowed hard.
Saliva, staring at the guzheng in the sea of consciousness, not daring to act rashly.
The guzheng has a spirit. It slowly rises 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 zither 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.
Emotions come one after another.
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 wasn't until the song ended that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zheng. He was really shocked 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, hoping to mobilize the power of his soul to perform.
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 the movements in the sea of consciousness were not under his control at all.
Like a puppet, the only thing left was a trace of clarity in his mind. Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly felt as if he had fallen from the Milky Way to the bottom of the valley, with helplessness and frustration written all over his face.
The guzheng seemed to be letting out 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 continued to produce 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, but just play it as you please, and fully display the artistic conception that can only be vividly displayed by the realm above the imperial realm.
Xiao Yan endured all this silently. Gradually, he started to feel helpless at first, and then slowly began to appreciate the beauty of this melody. All the pores in his body felt as comfortable as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and he stayed there
The fatigue of the past three months on the second floor of the Wenxin Hall was washed away layer by layer. The comfortable and comfortable pleasure was uncontrollably stirring in the sea of consciousness, hazy and ethereal yet real and tangible. Even the power of the soul became vaguely active.
"Can listening to the guzheng improve the cultivation of the power of the soul?" Xiao Yan felt the activation of the power of the soul keenly, and he couldn't help but cry secretly in his heart.
However, in just a moment, Xiao Yan, who always wanted to be rational, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts and showed a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "How is it possible? It's simply wishful thinking! If you can make progress just by listening to music, wouldn't it be?
Is it possible to cultivate a thousand miles by spending time in a busking shop every day and having endless romance?"
"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.