Zither Emperor Chapter 687 Chapter 217 Sura Going Home Part 2_1

687: Chapter 217: Sura, “Going Home” (Part 2)_1 687: Chapter 217: Sura, “Going Home” (Part 2)_1 Without the pull of the soul or attacks, what invaded were only the singing and the zither music.

No matter if Marina closed off her six senses or concentrated all her energy on guarding her spirit, she could still clearly hear that sorrowful singing, every line of the lyrics echoing as if from the depths of her soul, pushing her spirit to the brink of losing control.

“Ah—, gather the scattered twilight for your picking,

Ah—, keep this moment forever blooming for you.”

The passionate singing and zither music abruptly reached their climax, and the God Descent Technique behind Marina shattered in the midst of that prolonged “ah,” her spirit defenses failing as tears burst forth, leaving her sobbing uncontrollably.

The golden and purple glows around her body almost vanished simultaneously, except for the purple halo that belonged to Ye Yinzhu floating above her head.

The zither music suddenly became softer, in stark contrast to the previous fervor, now like a sleepy bird in the morning forest softly chirping.

Ye Yinzhu, standing there, slowly turned towards the direction of the VIP platform, his hands falling down as the sound of the zither trailed off in lingering notes, yet his singing took up once more as his gaze fixed upon the VIP platform.

The singing slowed, every word crystal clear, and although those outside the platform couldn’t feel the sting of the magic, the sadness in the music and the lyrics alone made everyone tear up.

“That time, you left unintentionally,

Being the unchanged sorrow of mine for so long.

Thus, indifference to glitz, all for your joy,

To acpany you, away from loneliness, free and easy.”

Everyone was immersed in the zither and song, and at that moment, it felt as if only those two remained in the world.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down from the ice-cold, lifeless eyes of the one on the VIP platform, and naturally, the same tearful shine appeared in the eyes of the perpetrator of the uncontrollable singing and zither.

“It’s him, it must be him,” Sura internally screamed frantically.

Although he had not brought out the ancient zither, using only the strings formed by energy in its place, who else in this world could play such a heart-touching zither piece?

Besides him, who else could sing such lyrics?

Yin Zhu, are you going to acpany me, away from loneliness, forever free and at ease?

I really, really want to, but I can’t, I really can’t!

I’m sorry, Yin Zhu.

With tears blurring his vision, Ye Yinzhu gazed at his beloved, Sura.

Do you hear my singing?

I’ve e.

Sura on the VIP platform suddenly turned her head away, tossing the tears from her eyes, and sat back down in her seat, her eyes regaining their icy posure, the dead light not only unfading but being stronger at this moment.

At this time, everyone else was still immersed in the spiritual world brought on by Ye Yinzhu, only he himself could clearly feel the changes in Sura, tears streaming down his cheeks, dampening the mask on his head.

She must have recognized me, yet why has she returned to indifference?

The piercing heartache almost made it difficult for Ye Yinzhu to breathe, facing no foe had he ever felt such a near-despairing sensation.

He wanted to shout but couldn’t make a sound, his chest feeling as though a majestic mountain pressed upon it, the intense pain causing his fists to clench so tightly that his nails dug into his palms unconsciously, only with blood quietly trickling down his fingers.

Just then, a long sigh sounded, “Praise Falan.

I have lost.”

The melodious yet surprised voice pulled Ye Yinzhu back from his profound sorrow, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, the heartache vanishing in an instant.

Falan, yes, it’s because of Falan!

Sura refusing to recognize me, isn’t it because that despicable teacher of mine took away part of her spirit?

She fears involving me, afraid that I would suffer Falan’s retribution.

Realizing this, the desperation in Ye Yinzhu’s eyes turned to resolve, Sura, you too underestimate my determination.

No matter the difficulties, I won’t let you leave me again this time; I will protect you with my life, spirit, and everything I have.

Reining in his emotions, Ye Yinzhu turned around to face the Saintess of Light, Marina.

By then, Marina had undergone a significant change from before, her original gentle smile and the confidence in her eyes had disappeared.

Standing there dazed, her white magic robe soaked by tears, she seemed soulless, even the Judgement Staff in her hand losing its luster.

“Can you tell me the name of this song?” Marina’s voice was hoarse.

Ye Yinzhu nodded and said, “It’s called ‘Going Home.'”

Marina murmured, “‘Going Home,’ ‘Going Home,’ indeed a good name.

A song that arises from genuine emotion resonates only in the deepest part of the spirit.

You have grasped the true essence of Spiritual Magic.

Even Professor Macmillan, the Lord of the Soul Tower, couldn’t do it better, nor could he possess such a power to touch others’ hearts.

I think even without the infusion of mana, your song can touch many people.”

Ye Yinzhu gave a wry smile, “Unfortunately, it cannot move the person I truly wish to move.”

Marina’s mood seemed to recover somewhat, as she blinked away tears, looking exceptionally moving with her dewy, tear-stained lashes, “She’s very lucky.

If it weren’t for the most sincere love, how could you sing such a song?”

Ye Yinzhu replied, “Thank you for the pliment.

Our magic petition is over then, isn’t it?”

Marina nodded gently, “Using any method, I fear I cannot defeat you.

Falan’s glory has dimmed because of me.

However, when the day es that I feel I can challenge you, I will definitely e to find you again.

May I see what you look like and know your name?”

By now, based on their strengths and distances from the petition platform, all the spectators woke up from that melancholic song one after another, though each was left with a heavy heart as the song’s emotional impact lingered.

The strongest ones who woke up first happened to hear Marina admit defeat.

Emperor Maximo stared blankly at Ye Yinzhu, as he had defeated the Saintess of Light from Falan using only Spiritual Magic.

What kind of being was capable of such strength, was he even human?

For some reason, a sense of panic began to rise in his heart because of that young figure.

Ye Yinzhu shook his head slightly towards Marina, “I’m sorry, not yet.”

Marina looked disappointed, “Why?”

Ye Yinzhu explained, “Because I still have to participate in the martial skills petition.

If you’re willing to wait, when the martial petition is over, you’ll see what I look like and know my name.”

Marina let out a slight sigh of relief, “Alright, I’ll wait for that moment.

Master Lange, the magic finals can e to an end now.” With that, she walked toward the stage below, her divine silhouette now seeming a little forlorn.

Grand Sorcerers Randir, Seng, and Lange—all their gazes focused on Ye Yinzhu now.

The magic defense realms they had set up before the petition had long since vanished.

In the midst of Ye Yinzhu’s song, they had each lost themselves.

The front of everyone’s chest was drenched with tears.

It wasn’t until Ye Yinzhu stepped down from the platform that Master Lange managed to regain his posure, announcing loudly, “The magic petition finals are now over.

The results will be announced after the martial skills petition has ended.

There will be a half-hour break, and in half an hour, the martial skills petition will take place on the martial petition ground.”

Amidst countless discussions, Ye Yinzhu disappeared; nobody saw how he left, but he was gone.

At that moment, the most talked-about subject among the Landias people was the identity of this final contestant in the magic petition.

Perhaps the ordinary people didn’t understand the specifics of the magic contest earlier, but everyone was aware of the Zi-grade radiance that Ye Yinzhu exuded when he first started playing the Zither—a concept deeply ingrained in their hearts.

Back in the VIP stand, Emperor Maximo returned to his seat, feeling that the day’s shocks had been a bit too much, and it took a while for his emotions to recover a bit, but the sound of Ye Yinzhu’s Zither song seemed to still linger in his ears, refusing to dissipate.

Glancing unintentionally at his daughter, he was surprised to find Sura’s eyes slightly red.

He said subconsciously, “Phoenix, the song just now was truly moving.

I never thought that music could have such a huge impact.

It even moved you, so perhaps you should consider my proposal now.”

Sura shot a glance at Maximo, “I told you, I won’t consider it.

If you need, I can marry this person in name.

But after the marriage, I don’t want to see him again.”

Maximo didn’t know that his normally cold daughter’s heart rate had tripled at that moment because she fantasized that, although she couldn’t be with him, if she could truly marry him in a real sense, then she would have no regrets in this life.

Yet, her heart struggled; what would he do if it really came to that?

Half an hour later, the public’s attention turned to the martial field.

Although they had not yet recovered from the shock of the final magic contest, they were equally unwilling to miss the last showdown of this triennial event.

Similarly, five final contestants, also wearing head covers, the difference being the magic robes had been replaced with martial garb.

The martial contest field also had a platform, only this time the platform was not for petition.

Because the knights entering the finals were all powerful, each with their own mounts, the area nearly half the size of an entire field served as the martial petition grounds.

Crespo stepped onto the platform, and his voice, carried by Douqi, rang out far and wide, “The Grand Tournament of Martial Skills final begins now.

Let us wele, the Peak Martial Master.”

The crowd had heard that three of the finalists in the martial petition had reached Zi rank, but who exactly was the Peak Martial Master?

Marshal Cruz?

A black figure drifted down from the VIP stand like fluff, arms stretching out to each side, floating down like a great bird, with cold, lifeless eyes that lacked focus, seeming to look at every place below yet seeing nothing.

The fleeting tear that had passed by was deeply hidden…(To be continued.

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