The dragon turtle set out again, with roars, rolling through the void, and cracks appeared in the sky and earth. The sarcasm sounds from the dragon turtle's mouth seemed to make people cry.

What is even more sad is the sad song. On the huge body of the dragon turtle, this ruins city formed a musical road field, and all the powerful people were trapped in it. All the powerful beings who had survived the great god tribulation were also shrouded in the artistic conception of the sad song, and they were trapped in absolute sadness and could not extricate themselves.

Those strong men who have survived the second major divine tribulation have the strongest resistance, but they cannot do it if they want to take down the guqin. Gradually, the sound of the zither invades them, and they also enter the absolute sad mood. This absolutely sad mood can even crush the powerful will. Unless a practitioner has stripped of the seven emotions and six desires, they will not be able to break free from the piano music played by the emperor.

No matter how strong your cultivation is, you must fall into it.

Gradually, apart from the sad roar of the dragon turtle, the space became extremely quiet, with only the ultimate sad sound of the piano.

Ye Futian had fallen into this sadness. He knew that he could not resist, so he did not resist the sound of the piano. Instead, he let it go and immersed himself in it. He wanted to see if this sadness could completely destroy him. He also wanted to see what was hidden in this extreme sadness.

He knew that every music contained the meaning in it. He wanted to feel the artistic conception of the Emperor Shenyin when playing the music, and wanted to see why Emperor Shenyin was able to create such a sad rhythm.

After entering that artistic conception, the sadness hidden deep in Ye Futian seemed to be stimulated at the same moment. From childhood to present, even those forgotten memories came into his mind, accompanied by the rhythm of extreme sadness, as if all emotions were replaced by sadness, and they could no longer remember other things, and there was no other emotions.

Even, he seemed to have returned to the past, directly immersed in the memory of the past, saw Hua Fengliu being deposed in his cultivation, saw Master Death in battle, saw Jie Yu Shen Yin, saw the back of the National Master Dali who let him turn and leave, etc. All the sadness came to his mind, and made him return to his former state of mind, and even amplified the sadness, making him fall into it and unable to extricate himself, as if he could never get out of it.

The tears on his face flowed down unknowingly, and his eyes became no longer full of energy, empty and powerless, only sadness and despair, just like a living dead. Ye Futian had even forgotten the others and forgot what he wanted to do. I'm afraid he would not have thought he would fall into it completely.

Not only him, everyone has fallen into it, including those who have passed the great gods and tribulations, who have reached this point in the long years of practice. Who has no story? Deep in everyone's hearts, some emotions are hidden. Those things that have been experienced are suppressed on weekdays and will not affect their mood at all.

But under this tragic song, no one can escape. No matter how powerful your cultivation is, as long as you are a human being, as long as you still have seven emotions and six desires, you will be affected.

If the scene in front of you is definitely shocked if you see it by people from outside. Many top figures such as the three major worlds, Shenzhou, Dark World, and the Sky God Realm, stand at the peak, with tears in the corners of your eyes. You will fall into this sadness. Such a scene will never be encountered in a thousand years.

In the quiet space, the guqin containing the meaning of the emperor floated in the void, and the strings were pounding on their own, playing the divine song containing endless sadness, as if there was no end. The dragon turtle continued to walk forward in the void, and dark cracks appeared one after another, as if they were going to take the strong into the endless darkness and eternal exile.

Behind Ye Futian, all the powerful men of Tianyu Academy also fell into decline. Lao Ma's face was covered with tears, and he remembered the death of Xiao Ling's parents. The unforgettable sadness was a permanent pain in his heart. No matter what realm he reached, it would be hidden in the depths of his memory, but at this moment it was completely inspired.

Everyone has different sadness, but the ending is the same. Without exception, all the strong men fell into that sadness.

Time passed without knowing it, and I don’t know how long it had passed. Ye Futian, who had fallen into the extreme sadness, suddenly seemed to have a ray of consciousness awakening. He seemed to have entered an extremely mysterious artistic conception. The sadness still did not dissipate. He was still immersed in it, but he seemed to have a hint of awakening, as if there was an inexplicable force affecting him, or he seemed to have sensed the artistic conception contained in the sad piano music.

Although he closed his eyes, everything in front of him was so clear and so illusory and unpredictable. In front of him, the floating guqin was no longer just a guqin. In front of him, a figure of peerless charm appeared. He looked over thirty years old, and a white dress was better than snow, with a superb temperament.

Seeing this figure appear, Ye Futian's heart was beating, as if a trace of thought was pulled back from the sadness.

Is this an illusion?

A figure appeared in front of the guqin, as if the guqin was not playing it itself, but he was playing it. However, no one could see his existence.

"This is not an illusion!" A sound came from Ye Futian's heart. This was definitely not an illusion, but he truly entered that artistic conception, sensed the picture in front of him, and sensed the existence of the emperor.

As Luo Tianzun said, Emperor Shenyin appeared in another way, and his life merged into the guqin and turned into one with it.

This guqin is definitely not just a zither, nor is it just a ray of will of the emperor.

"Is the Great Emperor?" A voice came out, which was Ye Futian's voice, as if it was a sound from his soul. He was the great emperor of ancient times countless years ago and the number one in music. Does he still have life?

If so, in what way did Emperor Shenyin exist?

After Ye Futian made a sound, he waited quietly, waiting for the other party's response. The flow of time seemed to be particularly slow. A wisp of sighing sounded, as if it still contained endless sadness. Just a wisp of sigh brought Ye Futian into the absolute sad mood.
Chapter completed!