188: Chapter 52 Artifact Rank Desolate Dragon Yin (Part 1)_1 188: Chapter 52 Artifact Rank Desolate Dragon Yin (Part 1)_1 The Dragon Domain had clearly brightened as the massive soul breath in the air began to condense once more, and the Dragon Bones started to rise, shaking, as souls were infused into them.
The last “Ambush from Ten Sides” had plunged the Dragon Bones into a frenzy, but just as the battle started, it was forcibly halted by Nox’s intervention through reversing the Dragon Moon, so the casualties among the Dragon Bones were minimal.
After all, even for their own kind, it takes some time to shatter a rade’s bones pletely.
Although the Dragon Bones had not fully awakened yet, Ye Yinzhu could already sense the madness within them.
Even without Nox’s warning, he had to calm these Dragon Bones, or else, with Nox’s death, their indiscriminate attacks would surely lead to his own destruction.
Sitting straight and dignified, with his eye observing nose, nose observing mouth, and mouth observing heart, Ye Yinzhu entered into another realm within an instant.
It was a realm belonging to the Divine Music Master—a realm for which countless Divine Music Masters yearned.
His hands rested on the God-rank Desolate Chant Zither, its strings no longer sharp, and what his palms and eight fingers felt was only its smooth elasticity.
Each string emitted different elemental fluctuations, as if they were anxiously calling out to him, urging him to release their power.
His left ring-finger was the first to press upon the first string, followed by the gentle movement of Ye Yinzhu’s hands, as delicate as if he were afraid of hurting the Dragon Tendon that made the strings.
A halo of seven colors spread out from the center of Ye Yinzhu’s body—or rather, from the center of the brand-new Desolate Dragon Yin Zither—emitting into the surrounding area.
A simple introductory rhythm, soft and humming, acpanied by a gentle buzz, as if to fort the heart.
The sound of the Desolate Dragon Yin Zither was extremely pure and deep, even deeper in tone than the previous Desolate Dragon Yin, but it was like the true hum of a dragon’s chant.
In just an instant, nearly all the recently awakened Dragon Bones turned their gaze toward Ye Yinzhu.
In their fires of the soul, the madness still burned, yet it was mixed with a hint of confusion.
His hands gently rose and then softly descended, brushing the strings in a sequence that brought forth a soul-capturing, deep hum.
Each note of the zither had a slight interval from the previous one, yet their hums overlapped, creating an even deeper rhythm.
The gentle yellow glow that radiated from Ye Yinzhu himself, upon blending with the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither, seemed to be dyed by magic from various schools, resulting in an extremely special sound wave resonance.
Although the Cascade Beads Zither had also produced a similar feeling, its rendering of sorrow was different from the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither, which was domineering and profound.
It was as if a Giant Divine Dragon were truly reborn, manding the awe of all dragons.
The melody continually weaved through the depths and heights, devoid of sorrow, carrying only that profound consolation.
The zither’s strings felt very hard and elastic to Ye Yinzhu, forcing him to not only imbue his spiritual power but also to assist his fingers with Douqi to pluck the strings.
Yet a strange scene occurred, each pluck of the strings, though not intentionally, would release an arcing Sound Blade that dissipated into nothingness after traveling about ten yards.
The colors of the Sound Blades varied, each infused with the magical oscillation of its respective string.
Ye Yinzhu devoted himself entirely to the music, aware of the zither’s wonder, but he had no mind to observe it now.
Playing this Ancient Zither was incredibly difficult.
Each resonance between his heartstrings and the zither’s strained against the powerful dragon chant within the Desolate Dragon Yin.
It felt as though they might snap at any moment.
Each time he played a simple rhythm, the Dragon Soul within the zither would whine, making Ye Yinzhu’s spirit flutter as if his spiritual imprint and soul were about to be scattered by the ancient instrument.
Fortunately, thanks to the Mind Protection, he barely managed to keep his spirit from being harmed by the Desolate Dragon Yin.
Why, why is this happening?
When he finished crafting it, it had already undergone the blood-recognition process, so why was it still backlashing against him?
Too terrifying.
If it were without a master, how powerful would that backlash be?
Ye Yinzhu suddenly realized that although he had created this Divine Artifact, he was not using the power of an artifact at the moment.
Thankfully, the piece he was playing was just an ancient melody with a special purpose, not one of the nine powerful famous pieces; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to control it at all.
His spiritual power and Douqi would have been drained by the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither, and the backlash might have caused him serious harm.
With this newfound awareness, Ye Yinzhu dared not bee distracted, but with each note he played, the pauses became slightly longer.
Refining the spirit, he kept his mind clear of all extraneous thoughts as he countered the Divine Artifact on his lap while playing.
“Eternal Brilliance” was the name Ye Yinzhu gave to the zither piece he played, which had several other names, “Elegy,” “Soothing Soul Song,” or “Requiem,” used specifically to mourn the dead and soothe spirits.
Over the past few days while crafting the Ancient Zither, Ye Yinzhu had been pondering which melody could eliminate the side effects of “Ten-Sided Ambush.” After much thought, he decided on the inconspicuous “Eternal Brilliance.” The Dragon Bones were dead spirits that needed calming.
“Ten-Sided Ambush” had stirred their innate madness, whereas “Eternal Brilliance” could bring them back to tranquility.
The results proved Ye Yinzhu’s judgment was utterly correct.
Under the deep drone of the zither’s music, the Dragon Bones became increasingly tranquil, and that madness in the air gradually dissipated.
“Eternal Brilliance” played its most effective role just as the Dragon Bones were awakening, keeping them from starting a rampage against each other.
The frenzy brought by “Ten-Sided Ambush” slowly faded away.
Ye Yinzhu’s hands grew heavier with concentration.
Fortunately, his Zither Magic had advanced to the Fifth Rank Qinxin Sword, greatly enhancing his control over the God-rank Desolate Dragon Chant.
The substantial depletion of his spiritual power caused the divine light in his eyes to dim, but the souls of the Dragon Bones were gradually returning to normal.
The Giant Divine Dragon Nox had been watching Ye Yinzhu play the zither all along, “Eternal Brilliance” giving him a sense of tranquility like still waters.
This formidable figure in the history of the Dragon Clan had e to the end of his life, his soon-to-dissipate soul no longer able to support his ravaged body to rise from the ground.
As a hero facing twilight, a touch of desolation was added to the calm in his dragon eyes.
Hum— With the final play of eight fingers, the “Requiem” came to an end.
The Dragon Bones outside had returned to normal, slowly moving on the spot under the full glow of the dragon moon, stretching their bodies like people waking from a long sleep.
Hand pressing the strings, Ye Yinzhu felt a bout of dizziness in his brain, a clear sign of spiritual power overexertion, “It’s done.
The side effects of ‘Ambush from Ten Sides’ have dissipated.
In fact, I couldn’t even bring out the full power of that zither piece.
The remnants of madness in your kin were not that strong.”
“Thank you,” Nox said, looking at Ye Yinzhu with a wistful expression in his soul that had dimmed to mere sparks.
“I rarely say this word of gratitude in my life, but now I must say it to you.
With your help, the Dragon Clan’s Holy Land has avoided the crisis of collapse.
Although it will lose me, losing the ability to transform foreign dragons in the future, the Sacred Place has been preserved after all, and so has the foundation of the Dragon Clan.
It’s a pity…”
Nox paused, his gigantic body seemingly struggling to rise but failing to muster the strength, managing only a slight lift before falling back heavily, the milky white dragon bones emitting a teeth-gritting sound.
“A pity about what?” Ye Yinzhu asked curiously.
Nox said indifferently, “It’s a pity that you, like me, are about to leave this world.”
Ye Yinzhu was taken aback, and at this instant, a sudden change occurred.
A ball of faintly golden Soul Fire burst forth from Nox’s colossal skull, carrying his last spiritual imprint.
In the blink of an eye, it had reached Ye Yinzhu.
As the Soul Fire left, Nox’s body thunderously hit the ground, proclaiming the eternal departure of the Giant Divine Dragon from the Dragon Clan’s world.
There was no possibility to defend.
It was the soul pierce of a Giant Divine Dragon!
Ye Yinzhu only felt his vision distort, the dazzling gold light already piercing through his forehead.
His body instantly stiffened, all sensations around him swiftly receding.
Ye Yinzhu then became like an eternally unchanging statue, maintaining even the last trace of expression from just that moment before.
Tranquility returned to the Dragon Domain, but at this moment, Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual world was engulfed by tumultuous waves of death.
In a pale golden ocean, Ye Yinzhu’s shadow silently floated above.
Not far in front of him, covered in a white divine radiance, stood the proud form of the Giant Divine Dragon.
Nox had finally regained his true form in this spiritual world, his entire being enveloped in a brilliant light, the last he would ever emit in his life.
The scales of the Giant Divine Dragon were pletely milky white, unlike any other member of the Dragon Clan Ye Yinzhu had ever seen.
The solitary horn on his head stood proudly, every minute part of his body harmonious, but especially those dragon eyes shimmering with silver light, truly soul-shaking.
“Why?” Ye Yinzhu asked, seemingly in pain.
Nox looked at him coldly, “No reason.”
A trace of sorrow showed in Ye Yinzhu’s eyes as if clinging to the last thread of hope, “Haven’t I already bee a member of the Foreign Dragon Clan, a part of your clan?
Why would you still do this to me?”
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