874: Chapter 279: The Test of the Dark Tower, Tian Gang Bei Dou (Part 2) 874: Chapter 279: The Test of the Dark Tower, Tian Gang Bei Dou (Part 2) Hearing this voice, Ye Yinzhu’s first feeling was shock.
The words spoken by this voice came from an ancient zither score.
The last several scores Ye Yinzhu and Qin Shang had learned during their cultivation were from it, named “Apricot Village Taiyin Continuation Score”.
The voice was aged, but Ye Yinzhu would never think it was the revival of Phil Jackson’s spirit.
Not to mention the difference in the voice itself, the fact that it spoke about the ancient zither was something Phil Jackson couldn’t possibly have said.
After a brief moment of shock, Ye Yinzhu’s mindset quickly stabilized again because he did not feel any hostility from this voice.
All he could sense were emotions like hope, warmth, and benevolence, all positive emotions.
“Who are you?” Ye Yinzhu asked from within his own spiritual world.
“Who am I?” The aged voice sounded again, this time filled with much more emotion.
“How many years has it been?
Even I have forgotten.
Finally, someone with the power of my lineage has reached the level where they can municate with me.
For so many years, I thought my bloodline had long since declined.
But when the breath from afar surprised me, I knew that the one I’ve been waiting for has appeared.”
Ye Yinzhu listened quietly.
He didn’t speak, but subconsciously, there was a sign of spiritual instability within him.
Just by the sound of the voice, it was able to cause such a strong shock to his spiritual power, an influence that was even more frightening than his own zither music.
This person was definitely not Teacher Phil Jackson because his spiritual power, or rather the soul breath that suddenly appeared in his mind, was even stronger than Phil Jackson’s.
Who was he?
Could he be a former Tower Master of the Faran Dark Tower?
“No, I am not.” What surprised Ye Yinzhu even more happened— the voice actually knew the thoughts in his heart.
“Who are you?” He asked again, but this time with much more urgency pared to before.
He was unable to maintain the stability of his psyche.
Almost immediately, he moved Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead next to his, cautiously guarding it.
“What a wonderful sound of the ancient zither.
To reach such a realm, even in my era, there were few who could.
Do you know?
This ancient zither was also one of my favorite things.
Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, I was enthralled by all of them, any one of these was the best choice for cultivating one’s sentiments.
They are the most beautiful aspects of our Eastern culture.”
“Our East?” Boom— Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual imprint seemed as if it was about to explode.
Suddenly, he understood, or rather, he became enlightened.
Strong, intimate, benevolent, emotional—what did the convergence of all these emotions at this moment imply?
“You, you are…” Ye Yinzhu’s spirit trembled, the kind and peaceful voice evoking an indescribable feeling in his heart.
“Do you feel it?
Silly child.
Under my guidance, you’ve finally arrived here.
Don’t rush, weren’t you just doing very well?
Stability of heart and sediment of spirit, that is what makes a true powerhouse.
I am delighted to see you achieving this.
Keep up your efforts.
Your arrival is my hope as well.
I am waiting for you, at the place where you yearn to go.”
The voice was ethereal, fading away, and with the departure of this voice, all of the Dark Tower’s spiritual attacks also quietly vanished.
In Ye Yinzhu’s Unity of Heaven and Man state, the feeling was no longer one of darkness, but a dazzling array of colors.
Everything from the outside world reappeared in his perception, even clearer than before.
He was astonished to find that without knowing when, his Soul Bead had grown slightly larger; although the change wouldn’t be obvious since the original bead was only the size of a soybean, he could clearly feel the difference within it.
More importantly, there was a joy arising from his heart, just like he had guessed.
He, he truly existed.
What Ye Yinzhu felt couldn’t possibly be known by the people outside, not even by the Master of Faran’s Sixth Tower.
But they did witness an odd scene, one that even shocked the Six Tower Master.
The black energy descending from the sky, the black column of light falling upon Ye Yinzhu, became denser, and suddenly, as if refracting from the platform, it shot directly into the distant Dark Tower.
Subsequently, the same connection manifested, linking the sky vortex, the earth itself, and the top of the Dark Tower, the same situation that occurred with the other Six Tower Masters.
Meanwhile, in the sky, the vast Dark Demon Element also began the process of merging with the vortex.
At this moment, the Masters of the Six Towers, despite their surprise, showed admiration.
For the scene before them indicated that Ye Yinzhu had passed the trial of the Dark Tower and received its recognition.
Like them, he could now fuse with the energy in the air through the Dark Tower.
In past trials for tower masters, the shortest record still held by Phil Jackson was two hours.
But from the start of Ye Yinzhu’s trial to the present, not even half an hour had passed.
Although the tower masters knew that Ye Yinzhu had been able to municate with the Dark Tower before, this trial was different; only with the simultaneous action of the other six towers could the spiritual power of the Dark Tower’s trial be pushed to the limit.
Half an hour—this was no longer simply about setting a record.
Now, the six tower masters understood more and more why Ye Yinzhu had achieved so much in just a few years.
Of course, his own efforts were inseparable, but talent was equally important.
However, what surprised them even more was yet to e.
The Dark Demon element quickly fused with the massive elemental vortex in the sky under Ye Yinzhu’s guidance.
By now, the sky had gradually darkened, and the sun had long disappeared in the distant west.
But at that moment, a strange scene occurred.
The originally highly stable huge energy vortex in midair suddenly changed, slowly rising into the higher sky with the support of the energy from Faran’s Seventh Tower.
As distance increases, the demand on the controller for energy control is also higher due to the rules of energy—a fact that no one can change, and the Six Tower Masters of Faran were no exception.
As they looked at each other in astonishment, they realized they had not been manipulating the large vortex.
Just as the Six Tower Masters of Faran prepared to regain control of the vortex and wait for Ye Yinzhu to awaken and the black energy around him to dissipate before ending the trial, the massive vortex suddenly broke free of their control.
The great energy shone with extremely unstable fluctuations.
In an instant, the Six Tower Masters of Faran all turned pale.
Where was this?
This was Faran City, the very place where the seal that blocked the passage connecting Ryuzakinus Continent with the Abyssal Plane was located.
The defenses of Faran could almost be described as watertight.
Not to mention such a massive amount of energy in the sky; even an ordinary Forbidden Curse detonating here might affect the seal, bringing devastating damage to Ryuzakinus Continent!
And the energy in the sky, which gathered the power of the Seven Tower Lords plus the Super Divine Artefacts of the Seven Towers, was even more terrifying than the Magical Turbulence caused by the collision between three thousand mages and a giant dragon during the war between Faran and Qin City.
If such energy were to explode on the ground, not even O’Brien and the others could possibly stop it.
Unable to hide their terror, O’Brien gave a low shout, and a golden magic wand suddenly appeared in his hand.
As he and the other five tower masters prepared to launch their strongest magic to protect Faran City as much as possible, the surging vortex in the sky underwent another change.
A huge column of light, condensed from seven colors of magic energy, suddenly rose into the sky, heading high above.
The vast energy surge twisted the entire sky, and with every violent fluctuation of energy, the Six Tower Masters of Faran shuddered with fear.
But they ultimately breathed a sigh of relief because the column of light was heading into the sky, not towards the ground.
The sky, which had darkened and still had a hint of blue, for some reason, underwent subtle changes once the massive column of light ascended, turning black as ink, as if entering into the deep night.
As the energy continued to be released, the huge column of light gradually shrank, and the energy fluctuations in the air gradually weakened.
O’Brien secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turning his gaze to Ye Yinzhu on the platform, his eyes suddenly being strange.
What was going on?
Never before had there been such a case in a tower master’s trial!
Could it be because Ye Yinzhu cultivated not the Dark Demon Magic?
But then again, his earlier energy simulation, even he himself couldn’t distinguish.
There shouldn’t be any issues.
While O’Brien pondered, the column of light in the sky had pletely disappeared.
Since evening was approaching and the glow from Faran’s Seventh Tower was there, people hadn’t paid attention to the sky.
But now, as the column of light vanished, the entire Faran City suddenly turned pitch black, as for some unknown reason, even the light from Faran’s Seventh Tower had pletely disappeared.
Just like that, the sacred land of mages had suddenly bee a place of dark, mysterious, and terrifying darkness.
Frowning deeply, O’Brien was about to use his Light Magic to illuminate Faran City when he suddenly discovered, to his horror, that his connection with the Tower of Light had been cut off instantly.
Without any warning.
Then, a huge cry of alarm simultaneously rose within the entire Faran City.
Faran City lit up again, not with any magical light.
This sudden light came from the sky.
(To be continued.
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