I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

As Xinghan's spiritual power exploration continued to deepen, he unexpectedly touched a surging spiritual power in this unknown area.

This spiritual power is not artificially created, but is purely born from nature.

Like a clear spring gushing out from the depths of the ancient mountains, it flows in every corner of this land.

The spiritual power was so pure that it was almost transparent, without any blemishes or impurities, just like a flawless crystal, reflecting an intoxicating luster.

Although Xinghan's vision could not directly capture its shape, the light emitted by the spiritual power was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

Warm and gentle, it fell on his body, bringing him an inexplicable sense of security.

This spiritual power can also operate on its own. Xinghan feels that the pure spiritual power is like a gushing spring, flowing quietly.

It flows on every inch of land, sparkling with crystal clear light. Moreover, the flow of spiritual power is accompanied by the renewal of life.

This is a power that turns decay into magic. In addition to fluidity and healing abilities, there is also some existence that is beyond the scope of Xinghan's detection, and Xinghan can't tell what it is.

But it made him a little concerned.

When he completely immersed his senses in this spiritual power, a wonderful change quietly took place.

The Yaoqin he carried with him seemed to feel the call of this spiritual power. The strings vibrated slightly and emitted a clear note.

The note was faint at first, but then gradually grew stronger, as if resonating with the surrounding spiritual energy.

Mysterious music played by the Yaoqin driven by spiritual power rang in Xinghan's ears.

The music was like the sound of nature, sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes low and gentle, like the breeze in the valley, and like drops of water in the stream, crisp and melodious.

Every note is full of the power of life, as if telling the ancient legend of this land.

As the music started, Xinghan felt that his body and mind were immersed in this wonderful world where spiritual power and music intertwined. He seemed to be in a clear spring, and every cell in his body was washed clean and thoroughly.

He felt as if his body became lighter, as if he could fly freely in the air to the rhythm of the music.

The resonance between this spiritual power and the Yaoqin made Xinghan feel unprecedented joy and tranquility.

He felt as if he had merged with the spiritual power of the land and lived in harmony with nature.

He felt that his soul had been cleansed and became clear and transparent, as if he had regained the strength of life.

Xinghan took a deep breath of the cool morning air. The freshness seemed to penetrate his soul and bathe every inch of his skin in vitality.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing the purity and tranquility to penetrate into his heart. Then he slowly opened his eyes, with determination and expectation flashing in his eyes.

"Eh? This subtle fluctuation... is Yaoqin responding to me?"

Xinghan felt an irrepressible curiosity and excitement in his heart, as if some unknown power was quietly awakening.

He carefully took out the ancient and mysterious Yaoqin from his arms, and his fingertips gently slid across the surface of the qin that was as smooth as a mirror and as warm as jade.

An indescribable warmth instantly spread along his fingertips to his whole body, as if countless streams were singing in his blood, quietly blurring the boundary between him and Yao Qin.

"Although I have tried to control you countless times, I was always blocked by the invisible barrier. But I firmly believe that you are not an ordinary person, and you must be extraordinary."

Xinghan whispered, his voice revealing unquestionable firmness.

He took a deep breath, merged the surrounding spiritual power with his own will, and turned it into a surging torrent, rushing towards Yaoqin.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the Yaoqin seemed to be given life. The originally silent body of the zither began to tremble slightly, emitting a low and distant echo.

This power was both strange and familiar. It swirled and intertwined inside the Yaoqin, and finally converged into an unstoppable torrent, breaking through the shackles that had bound her for so long.

"It's activated! This power... I finally feel it!"

A hint of ecstasy flashed in Xinghan's eyes. He could clearly sense that the dormant power inside the Yaoqin was gradually awakening.

It resonated with his own spiritual power, forming an unprecedented harmony and unity.

With a distant and crisp sound, as if the sound of nature penetrated the cracks in time and space, the scene in front of Xinghan suddenly unfolded like a scroll, becoming both strange and fantastic.

He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and stepped into a deep and unfathomable forest involuntarily. The trees around him were towering into the clouds. The light shining through the branches and leaves was mottled, reflecting a bizarre world.

An indescribable shock surged in Xinghan's heart, and he realized that he was in a fantasy world beyond reality.

Just as he was trying to sort out his thoughts and find his way home, he suddenly turned around and was shocked to find that the path he came from had been swallowed up by thick fog and distorted light and shadows.

The exit seemed to have never existed and completely disappeared in the vast illusion.

This sudden loneliness and confusion made Xinghan's heart beat faster.

At this moment, a soft but firm light penetrated the darkness of the forest, like the brightest star in the night sky, attracting all of Xinghan's attention.

He followed the light, his heart filled with surprise and curiosity - the source of the light was actually the Yaoqin!

The guqin that he was very familiar with was now emitting a faint glow and was suspended in the air.

It seemed to have life, quietly telling something in a manner he had never seen before.

"Yaoqin? Why...why are you here?"

There was a hint of disbelief and confusion in Xinghan's voice; he knew very well that he had stepped into a world woven by illusions.

And how could the Yaoqin, an inanimate musical instrument, transcend the boundaries of reality and embark on this magical journey with him?

He walked closer and took a closer look, only to see the strings of the zither tremble slightly.

It seemed to be being pulled by some invisible force, forcing it to retreat rapidly in this illusion.

Each retreat was accompanied by a more rapid and mournful sound of the piano, as if telling unknown secrets and struggles.

Xinghan looked around, and the scene before him gradually became clear—