Ye Futian looked at that figure, a bit depressed. He was looked down on by the remnants of an intent.
âIf thatâs the case, I wonât bother you,â Ye Futian said with a smile and walked away.
âIâll do it,â a voice said then. Someone walked forward. It was a strong cultivator from the Yan Clan who specialized in fire. He was currently bathed in flames, and the mark of a flame lit up between his eyes. He grabbed at the flame scepter up ahead. The flame figure was embedded inside the scepter. At that moment, a terrifying gust of fire intent exploded.
The mark between the Yan Clan cultivatorâs brows seemed to light up and transform into powerful fire intent. It was at the Noble level. The surrounding Spiritual Qi surged into the mark. It glowed brighter and brighter like a fire zone.
The two came to a stalemate. After a long while, a lazy voice drawled, âIâll just settle with you. Iâm not willing to wait anymore. I hope you wonât bring disgrace to my ritual implement. I will accompany your last few days in the relic. How much fire intent you can inherit is entirely up to you. Once out of the relic, you can only use your own abilities to activate the power inside the instrument.â
âThank you, senior.â The Yan Clan cultivator looked excited. He was the first to receive a ritual implement that contained noble intent. With this, he would have the chance to turn the noble intent into the purest and strongest fire intent, creating a mid-level noble intent. With its help, he would also have extremely explosive abilities, especially inside the relic because the other could aid him.
Many people glanced at Ye Futian. How could a First level Dharma Plane cultivator think so highly of himself and enter the relic? At the same time, many people made attempts after seeing the Yan Clan member succeed but they all failed.
But just then, there was a shocked cry. In one area, a few people received recognition from the ritual implement at almost the same time.
Itâs them. Everyone elseâs eyes flashed. It was the four mysterious people. Now, three of them had received ritual implements with the noble intent. Even the Virgin Loulan Xue was a bit stunned.
When the last person received his ritual implement, the four of them flew into the air and left without glancing at anyone else.
âVirgin,â the sharp youth beside Loulan Xue said, âthese people come from the Barren City. Theyâre interested in the relic as well and there might be a variable.â
Loulan Xueâs eyes flashed. She could obviously tell that the four from the Barren City were frightening. They were probably at the top level. If they really were interested in the Loulan Relic and received something, they most likely wouldnât exchange with Ancient Loulan.
At this time, Ye Wuchen walked to somewhere in the air. There was a sword before him. It was silver, gleaming with sharpness within the silver light. Ye Wuchenâs gaze was like a sword and he was instantly surrounded by sword intent. It radiated from him, enveloping towards the silver sword.
In an instant, the silver sword burst with dazzling light. Shocking sword intent pierced into Ye Wuchenâs mind as if trying to kill him. Ye Wuchenâs eyes were extremely sharp. Sword intent went flying from between his eyes, fighting against the other sword intent and trying to rush into the sword.
Crackle⌠A burst of terrifying sword intent instantly swept through the air, wrapping Ye Wuchen within. It was out for the kill and wanted to shatter Ye Wuchenâs will.
He seemed to not feel anything. His body appeared to transform into a sword. Endless sword intent flew past him. He seemed not to be of flesh anymore; rather, he had the body of a sword. Instead of retreating, he forged onwards.
Crack! There was a sharp sound, and blood appeared at the corner of Ye Wuchenâs lips. It was like the final warning to him.
Ye Wuchen closed his eyes. He could feel the sword pointed at him as if it could end his life at any time. At that moment, in his senses, Ye Wuchen also transformed into a sword. He went towards the sword in front, trying to resonate with it.
The two swords clashed and the one that Ye Wuchen transformed into cracked. It broke apart bit by bit but the broken sword melded into the other one. It couldnât be killed.
The sword clanged and shone brightly. Then it was grasped in Ye Wuchenâs hand; the sword intent fused with Ye Wuchenâs will.
âHe succeeded.â Everyoneâs eyes flashed, trained on Ye Wuchen.
Qian Yangâs eyes were also odd. He invited Ye Futianâs group because he saw the trioâs performance at the Noble Grotto. They could triumph over the Noble Grotto; could they triumph over the noble ritual implements?
Reality proved that they could. Ye Wuchen had received one while he and Zhao Han had failed. It was a different sword but it showed that Ye Wuchenâs will was strong and was recognized by the sword.
Ye Futian saw Ye Wuchen with the sword in the air. A smile appeared in his eyes. He couldnât be left behind. Picking up his feet, Ye Futian arrived at a place further back. There was a dragon-shaped guqin before him. He stood before it and strummed the strings. In that instant, terrifying musical sorcery rushed into Ye Futianâs mind. It shook in everyone elseâs eardrums at the same time but the attack on Ye Futian was stronger.
The music created when the strings were played was like a dragonâs cry.
The guqin contains dragon charm. Ye Futianâs eyes flashed. He played the strings again and the dragon cry once again shook the sky and earth. This time, the intent shaking inside Ye Futianâs mind was even stronger, like a type of backlash.
âStop,â an ice-cold voice said. Ye Futian looked up and saw that flame scepter in the hands of the Yan Clan cultivator. The illusory intent appeared again. The flame figure stared at Ye Futian and said coldly, âYou are not allowed to touch that instrument.â
âWhy?â Ye Futian glanced over. It was one thing for the figure to not let Ye Futian touch it since it was the physical incarnate of the scepterâs intent. But why did it care if Ye Futian wanted to choose another ritual implement?
âNo reason. If I tell you to stop, then stop,â the flame figure replied indifferently. It appeared extremely overbearing.
Ye Futian glanced at it and then lowered his head. He played the instrument again. True dragon roar sounded, shaking the world. His mind suffered from the backlash again. He realized that the guqin only had pure intent and no consciousness. The intent was completely melded into the guqin.
âI want this,â Ye Futian said coolly to the flame figure, looking up.
âYou canât withstand it,â the flame figure said coldly. It seemed to care for the guqin and didnât want Ye Futian to disgrace it.
âOh?â Ye Futian sneered. He strummed the instrument strings and music streamed out continuously. Like a dragon roaring from a mountain, a burst of extremely powerful intent charged endlessly into Ye Futianâs mind.
The flame figure glared at him. A First level Dharma Plane dares to touch this guqin? Heâs looking for death.
Ye Futian didnât know what it was thinking. He continued playing while his mind continued to suffer the melodyâs backlash. It transformed into a shocking intent attack, the dragonâs roar shattered everything.
This instrument seemed to not allow anyone to play it. But Ye Futian wouldnât give up. He continued. The dragonâs roar intensified, almost tearing apart his will. The emperorâs intent descended, protecting his will. Playing the instrument, he overlooked everything. Ignoring everything, he plucked the strings and an extraordinary aura radiated from him.
The dragon cried and the music continued without break. The surrounding people stared at Ye Futian, listening to his melody.
The flame figure furrowed its brows. The music grew higher and more domineering but Ye Futian was still unmoved. A strange look flashed past its eyes. Could Ye Futian really stimulate the guqin? But how could he withstand the backlash with his plane?
The old and simple guqin slowly started glowing as Ye Futian played. The music grew more and more terrifying while the light became brighter and brighter. Following an extremely loud dragon roar that shook the sky, the music became bright. It cut across the sky and many ritual implements rattled, seemingly affected by the music.
At that moment, Ye Futian felt something break in the guqin. It was dazzling bright and his intent finally melded directly into the guqin, no longer feeling any backlash. In fact, he felt the extremely powerful intent contained within the guqin. It seemed to lie on the instrument just as how the flame figure had been on the scepter.
Seeing this, the flame figureâs expression grew uncomfortable. Ye Futian had actually awakened the guqin. Terrifying flame intent burst from its eyes, going to brand Ye Futian. It was so frightening.
Ye Futianâs emperorâs intent seeped into the guqin. He plucked the strings and a shockingly resonant music seemed to explode. It was like a true dragon coming to life. It collided with the incoming fire intent, shattering it. The surrounding ritual implements shook even more violently, seemingly guided by the music.
The flame figureâs eyes were extremely cold. It attacked once again but Ye Futian, immersed in the guqin, didnât even look. He played the strings again and an even more powerful note tore through everything, wiping towards the flame figureâs intent.
Seeing this, everyoneâs eyes were on Ye Futian. He had received the ritual implement and it seemed to be really powerful. Ye Futian used its strength to fight directly against the flame scepterâs intent.
What they didnât understand was why this flame figure wanted to stop Ye Futian. What was the story behind this guqin?
Finally, the flame figure stopped. It looked at Ye Futian and said coldly, âYou are able to receive this instrument by serendipity. If I see you disgrace this guqin in the relic, I will kill you.â
Ye Futian glanced coldly at it. Heâd tried to communicate with it but was rejected directly because of his low plane. Now that heâd received the guqin, it was still being nosy.
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