Chapter 222: A Melancholic Melody Known Across the World
Buzhou Mountain, after the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, Zhugu exhausted a vast amount of energy to forcibly hold it up, leading to its current deep slumber.
Although the four poles of the sky now each have their support, Buzhou Mountain remains crucial to the world.
When Ye Xuan arrived at Buzhou Mountain, it was as dark and gloomy as ever. He gently placed the dissipating Dragon Princess on the ground.
Looking at the pillar of Buzhou Mountain before him, memories of the past flooded his mind, and a trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
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This trace of melancholy moved all the cultivators watching. Everyone knew that at this moment, Ye Xuan’s heart was filled with helplessness and bitterness.
He bore many responsibilities that he should not have had to bear. Yet, they did not know what would happen next.
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Ye Xuan knew that he was merely a human and had once been an immortal in the Heavenly Realm.
If he rashly entered Buzhou Mountain, he would only be repelled by the dragon clan of Buzhou Mountain, but now, he had to see Zhugu.
Ye Xuan then raised his hand and took out a bamboo flute. The next moment, a melodious bamboo flute sound slowly flowed from Ye Xuan’s flute, spreading throughout Buzhou Mountain.
Fortunately, Ye Xuan was no longer a mere mortal, otherwise, with his abilities, it would have been challenging to make his flute sound resonate throughout Buzhou Mountain.
As the flute sound reached her ears, the dissipating Dragon Princess seemed to unconsciously show a trace of joy on her face.
However, the expression of Ye Xuan, who was playing the pleasant flute sound, was filled with endless melancholy.
At this moment, he was utterly lost and helpless. He no longer knew what else he could do. For most people, reaching a point of despair would mean death.
However, he could not die.
If he died, he would forget everything, live another life, and then experience another even more desperate life. This was the punishment imposed on him by the Heavenly Emperor.
He had no way to escape...
“Let me try.” Saying this, Ye Xuan looked around, ready to find some materials to make a zither on the spot...
“No need to search, I have a long zither here, you may borrow it.” As the voice fell, a seven-stringed long zither appeared before Ye Xuan.
Looking at the style of the zither, it was no different from the later Jiaowei Zither, without any luxurious decoration.
However, as soon as the zither appeared, it carried a unique charm that resonated between heaven and earth.
Ye Xuan glanced at the Dragon Princess. He knew that his current state of mind was very unsettled, making it impossible to play music that would truly satisfy Zhugu.
But he had to temporarily forget the Dragon Princess condition. He had to calm himself and only then could he play the most beautiful zither music in the world.
He sat quietly in front of the long zither and reached out his hand.
Zheng–!!!
Immediately, the zither sound echoed. In the heavens and the earth, the melodious sound of the zither, like the roar of a dragon, flowed from Ye Xuan’s fingertips.
In this tune, Ye Xuan poured all his emotions.
The innocence of childhood, the carefree youth, the reluctance of parting with the Dragon Princess, the anticipation of reentering the world, the fear of the Heavenly Pillar’s collapse, and the unwillingness to bear the heavenly punishment.
Every thought and emotion were present in the tune. The zither sound made even the eternal dragon Zhugu feel the impermanence of the world.
Although Ye Xuan seemed as insignificant as an ant to Zhugu, it felt Ye Xuan’s sorrowful emotions. Just like a person reading a novel, knowing it is just someone else’s writing, yet still being moved by it.
At this moment, Zhugu couldn’t help but shed a dragon tear.
Finally, as Ye Xuan’s tune ended, a long-lasting silence fell between heaven and earth.
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Everyone watching the scene in the sky fell silent.
Even those with ulterior motives were drawn into the melancholy atmosphere of life’s impermanence created by Ye Xuan’s music.
At this moment, the cultivators of the world, listening to the zither music from the sky, finally understood. It turned out that Ye Xuan had never shown any dissatisfaction, always facing everything calmly and smiling at others.
It seemed as if he did not know dissatisfaction or anger. But in reality, he was not without dissatisfaction or anger. He was just unwilling, unable, and helpless, his heart held too many grievances.