Listen!
The powerful hamr sound. Falling into the void, sinking into the four seas and eight wildernesses.
That zither lody, sotis lodious, sotis soaring, sotis gentle, sotis fierce. Like the high mountains and flowing waters, like thousands of wild horses running loose.
Fan Wubing completely "lost" himself, imrsed in the endless, eternal, and ethereal Dao. At this mont, in his world, there was only himself. He seed to have beco the Heavenly Dao, shaping all the rules of the world. His fingers strumd the zither strings, each tune being a rule, thus shaping the true aning within the lody. It can also be said that every strand of true aning from "Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sounds" transford into string sounds, bursting with invincible power in this dangerous and bewildering night.
Rain Dragon, descending from the Heavenly River, sings in the Mortal World.
This is the "Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sounds".
Fan Wubing's passionate and reckless performance.
Chengming wielded the ink-black hamr again and again. Each strike unleashed a dragon's shadow in the void. The dragon shadow, carrying the heavy Dragon-Soothing Sound, soared into the sky, plunging into the earth, shaking the land of Great Li. Tonight, at this mont, no matter where, no matter who, they could all hear the Dragon-Soothing Sound, which seed to ring in their hearts.
Those staying up on New Year's Eve stood up in shock, tightened their necks, walked from the fireside to the streets, looked around, and asked their neighbors, all wanting to know what was the sudden sound. And this sound did not just ring once. As soon as it paused, an even heavier sound followed imdiately.
Once,
twice,
three tis...
By the seventh ti, everyone saw a huge dragon's shadow swirling and dancing within the clouds hanging high in the midnight sky.
...
In Celestial Balance Upper City, at Li Palace, atop the towering Qi Observation Platform.
Ye Chuxuan, who was observing the stars, suddenly shivered. It felt instinctual as he looked in the direction of Buxu City. About a breath later, a grand, majestic sound bood from that direction.
His pupils contracted, his eyelids twitched involuntarily, and a trace of suspicion crossed his mind, "Dragon-Soothing Sound? Chengming's Dragon-Soothing Sound! Why? He has been trapped in that alley for three hundred years and unable to use Celestial Craftsmanship, how can he still strike the Dragon-Soothing Sound?"
Ye Chuxuan paced back and forth, "The Dragon-Soothing Sound is the sound of the great Dao. Even his connection to the Dao is locked, so how can he strike the Dragon-Soothing Sound?" He could clearly feel that even now, Chengming's connection to the great Dao remains locked, for it was precisely his own hands that placed the shackles.
"Could it be that he comprehended another Dao? No... a Dao comprehended in just three hundred years is definitely insufficient for him to strike the Dragon-Soothing Sound." Ye Chuxuan lowered his eye lids, his speculation gradually tending towards a possibility, "He's borrowing the Dao bestowed by 'Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sounds'... But Jiang Nianshu has died, 'Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sounds' has long been lost, without a Dao bearer, who would be able to play 'Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sounds' once more?"
Confusion lay in his heart.
Ye Chuxuan had the urge to go and personally see the situation, but he was very clear-headed and rational. He was well aware that at this point, under no circumstances could he leave Li Palace. Once he left, all previous efforts would be in vain.
Yet, he knew even more so, that Chengming must not be allowed to complete the twelve strikes of Dragon-Soothing Sound. Doing so would forcibly inaugurate the path of the Imperial Dynasty tonight.
And he wasn't yet adequately prepared.
More importantly, "The path of the Imperial Dynasty of Great Li must be initiated by personally!" In Ye Chuxuan's pupils, it seed as though a great dragon was entangled.
Having thought this, he took a step forward. Starting from him, a figure, through so kind of Dao chanism, swept from this tall Qi Observation Platform towards Buxu City.
He squinted, "Chengming... you are indeed hopelessly stubborn."
At the sa ti, Li Jin, who was standing by on orders in Buxu City, also received the edict from Ye Chuxuan, the content being very simple: Stop Chengming.
Li Jin had already noticed Chengming striking the Dragon-Soothing Sound before the edict was issued, and had been waiting outside Shilong Lane early on. The mont he received the edict, he promptly took action. He stepped through the restrictions of Shilong Lane, moving like thunder, treading on void, and the surging energy made his entire being like a roaring storm, shattering the tiles on the surrounding houses inch by inch, drawing them into the vortex around him.
"Chengming, you've offended the dragon might!" His voice burst into Shilong Lane, like a thunderbolt.
Upon hearing this sound, Chengming imdiately tossed a dark tiger-faced mask, "Fan, wear this properly, it will conceal your energy!"
"Alright!" Fan Wubing, without hesitation, donned the mask. His aura instantly sank into nothingness.
"You continue to play, leave everything else to !"
"Alright!"
Chengming, holding the ink-black hamr, leapt into the air. His body, defined by distinct lines, strong yet not bulky, seed to have been sculpted by a great master, perfect to the point where no flaws could be found. In this night, it even emitted a gentle glow.
"Li Jin, do you dare to co?" His eyes burst with a commanding light, his aura soared into the sky, freezing all the surrounding energy in place.
In Li Jin's eyes, Chengming wasn't just a bare-chested blacksmith, but a Divine General clad in armor and helt. He commanded respect without being angry, a true depiction of a deity descending to the mortal realm.
Dragon Guard Li Jin, with white hair and beard, appeared ethereal like an immortal from the mountains. Yet at this mont, he involuntarily halted his steps, hesitation flashed in his eyes, though it quickly disappeared. But hesitating ant he had hesitated.
In such a confrontation, even a brief mont of hesitation could spell the beginning of defeat.
Therefore,
this battle, which should have been a high-level contest, ended very quickly. Chengming lowered his stance, leapt forward, raised the hamr high above his head, and with the force of a collapsing mountain, brought it down on Li Jin. Confronted by this strike, the fear latent in Li Jin's heart suddenly erupted, enveloping him in an instant, making him lose the opportunity to counterattack.
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