495: Chapter 154 The Second Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Demon (Part 2)_1 495: Chapter 154 The Second Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Demon (Part 2)_1 The ultimate goal of a Spiritual Mage’s attack is to cause the opponent’s spirit to collapse, to induce spiritual paralysis.
Ye Yinzhu took a deep breath and gazed at the numerous Fergersons in front of him, beginning his performance.
His hands gently moved across the Haiyue Qinhui Zither, and the soft music of the zither began to rise quietly.
A pale purple halo spread out from Ye Yinzhu’s body, radiating in all directions without deliberate control.
The gentle melody turned into wonderful rhythms, naturally flowing from the play of his eight fingers.
As the sound of the zither began, the surrounding illusions no longer concerned Ye Yinzhu; his heart had pletely submerged into his own music.
Ever since he started learning the zither, he had managed to retreat into a state where nothing existed outside of his music during performances.
With his left hand in the Autumn Osprey Facing the Wind Stance, and his right in the Valley Stream Pose, the piece “Green Water” seemed to transport one to the warmth of early spring amidst the cold winter season.
The melody rose and fell, lingering and unscattered, controlling exactly the range where all illusions lay.
This zither piece had no intention of attack, but Fergerson, extremely sensitive to spiritual power, clearly felt the admiration within the music.
He knew that this was Ye Yinzhu’s way of showing respect.
“We are enemies now,” Fergerson’s voice rang out from all directions, each word clear, yet each struck like a spiritual blade onto Ye Yinzhu’s music.
Although Fergerson had some research on Divine Music Magic, he was not familiar with Zither Magic.
However, his sensitivity to spiritual fluctuations came from decades of hard training.
The seven short words he chose targeted the weakest parts of the spiritual fluctuations emitted by the piece “Green Water.” It resonated like a tolling bell through the entire melody.
Ye Yinzhu’s body trembled violently, and his plexion instantly turned deathly pale as his music was forcefully interrupted, causing giant waves to surge in his spiritual sea.
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and slowly raised his head.
All around, every “Fergerson” watched him coldly.
At this moment, Ye Yinzhu could no longer see any warmth in Fergerson’s eyes.
Sighing, Ye Yinzhu said, “Teacher, I’m sorry.” The surrounding scene changed again, all the Fergersons vanished in that instant, and the air was filled with spreading spiritual fluctuations, forming a large net, pricking towards Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual imprint from all directions.
In an instant, Ye Yinzhu seemed to see once more the scene where he was ambushed by the Flore Empire Blood Guard during the ranking battles of the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons, where the Death God’s 500 Warriors met their tragic deaths due to the enemy’s sneak attack, and the forty-three Death God’s 500 Mages faced their end with resignation as they burned their lives away.
This was his inner world, Ye Yinzhu knew that what he was seeing now was the deepest imprint on his soul.
“Buzz—” With his right hand shifting from the Valley Stream Pose to the Eagle Fast Attack Stance, a powerful burst of sound erupted from the Haiyue Qinhui Zither in Ye Yinzhu’s hand.
The illusion before his eyes became blurred for a moment under the influence of the zither’s sound.
The next moment, Ye Yinzhu’s Haiyue Qinhui Zither had been replaced by the Artifact-rank Cascade Pearl Beads Zither.
The moment the orange zither appeared, it brought an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
In a faint voice, Ye Yinzhu said, “My fallen brothers, I will not let your deaths be in vain.
Let my music acpany you on your journey, and may your spirits find peace when the enemy’s blood reddens the soil.” As he spoke, his hands swiftly glided over the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither, and an odd sound, not like the zither’s hum but more like the sobbing of weeping, filled with tear-inducing yet impactful music, suddenly rose.
The sobbing sound was a mixture of numerous zither strings vibrating together.
Ye Yinzhu had spent a full three months mastering this technique.
The piece “Crows Cry in the Night” was like the sadness of a dark night, and the deepest wail of the soul, transforming into numerous purple halos around Ye Yinzhu’s body and drifting away.
Each halo made everything it passed a bit more illusory.
The heartbreakingly beautiful melody brought tears to one’s eyes and seemed to change the illusions before them.
“Break—.” A deep shout resounded, and Ye Yinzhu’s mind went dim in an instant, his hands on the zither stopped once more.
A strong spiritual shock almost broke through his spiritual sea.
What a powerful spiritual shock, truly befitting of my teacher indeed!
The second zither piece was forcibly interrupted, and the illusions before him became clear again, but this time they shifted to a different scene.
There was no more iron-blooded slaughter, only tranquility.
Surrounded by yellow sand, Ye Yinzhu’s defense returned to the place where he had first clashed with the Black Phoenix during the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons ranking battle.
A dark figure was moving swiftly around his body, the sharp dagger constantly threatening his life.
Ye Yinzhu did not dodge or block.
This was a magic battle, and he knew that if he used martial skills to fend off the attacks in these illusions, then he would have already lost.
Soon, Ye Yinzhu saw blood and felt an excruciating pain.
The trembling of his spirit allowed him to clearly see the cold eyes of the Black Phoenix.
That bloodthirsty gaze seemed to devour him whole, and the dark dagger kept sweeping past his body, drawing lines of blood.
Suddenly, the illusion froze, the Black Phoenix stopped almost clinging to his body, and the black dagger in her hand also stopped at his throat.
Ye Yinzhu gritted his teeth against the severe pain all over his body, “Are you going to kill me?”
The Black Phoenix said coldly, “We are enemies.
It’s either you die, or I perish.
Goodbye.” As soon as her words ended, Ye Yinzhu suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if the black dagger had already skimmed over it.
Immediately after, warm blood spurted out, and the near-sense of release seemed to lead everything into darkness.
But Ye Yinzhu laughed, he laughed at this moment.
Everything around him lit up, and it was unclear when Ye Yinzhu’s zither music began to play, the faint zither sounds continuously flowing from his hands, and circle after circle of purple halos all landed on the same figure.
Fergerson’s body was enveloped by those rings of Divine Music Halos, his spiritual power pletely confined within these dazzling rings of light.
With bewilderment in his aged eyes, he gazed at Ye Yinzhu through the purple halo, not understanding how Ye Yinzhu’s spirit could break free in an instant from the mental depiction of pain about to collapse.
The final blow of the illusion was so perfect, yet Ye Yinzhu was able to escape from it.
He couldn’t prehend how this was possible, believing that under such a disadvantage, it was impossible to regain victory.
“Teacher, you have lost,” Ye Yinzhu struggled to stand up from the ground, a wave of weakness constantly invading his body.
However, his hand playing the ancient zither didn’t stop at all, with every circle of Divine Music Halo landing precisely on Fergerson.
“Why?” Fergerson still voiced his confusion.
Ye Yinzhu sighed lightly, “Teacher, I indeed cannot match you in Spiritual Magic.
The magic wand in your hand must also be a divine artifact.
With its amplification, your spiritual power has far surpassed mine.
Even though my own spiritual power is stable enough, your continuous waves of assaults make me likely to collapse at any moment, making it extremely difficult to even plete the zither piece.
This is the gap between a teacher and a student.
From the moment you stepped onto the battlefield, our fight had already begun.
Every word you said, every sound you made, every look you gave, was an attack on me.
Am I wrong?”
Fergerson nodded and said, “Indeed.
Do you remember?
I once told you that a Spirit Mage must use everything at their disposal to invade the opponent’s spiritual world.
Once you control the opponent’s spirit, they will perish in their own spiritual world.
But what I don’t understand is, even though I had breached your spiritual world and gained control over everything within it, why have I still lost?”
A faint smile appeared on Ye Yinzhu’s face, “Because the Spirit of the Sea you covertly invaded was one I had prepared for you in advance.”
Fergerson’s face changed, and he asked in surprise, “Could it be, could it be…”
Ye Yinzhu nodded and said, “That’s right, it is the separation of the Spirit of the Sea.
When I saw that you were my opponent in this second battle, I knew that my Divine Music Magic wouldn’t be able to fully exert its effects.
So, I prepared.
You underestimated my control over the spirit and my mastery of Spiritual Magic.”
Fergerson paused for a moment and then gave a bitter smile, “You’re really bold.
Even I wouldn’t dare to separate layers within my own Spirit of the Sea so readily.
Do you realize that if the opponent saw through this, you wouldn’t have the slightest chance to turn the tables?
Besides, the burden caused by separating the spirit is also very hard to bear.”
Ye Yinzhu gave a wry smile and said, “That’s why I was injured under your spiritual assault.
Because most of my spiritual power was focused on the separation of layers.
Many things you saw in that part of my spiritual world are real, or rather, ninety-nine percent are my actual experiences.
If it weren’t like this, it would be impossible to deceive your acute perception.
I just omitted something from this section of the Spirit of the Sea and kept my spiritual origin in another small part.
At the last moment, when Black Phoenix attacked me in the illusion, her weapon kept leaving scars on me because you hoped that the physical pain would further collapse my spirit.
However, the point I hid was that Black Phoenix had no real hostility towards me, and she would never kill me.
So, when you controlled the illusion and had the dagger enter my throat, that inaccurate illusion could no longer threaten my spiritual power and naturally collapsed.
And that moment was also when your defenses were most relaxed.
Spiritual attacks must take advantage of the weak points; this is also what you taught me, isn’t it?”
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