Jin Ling Xian Xia investigates the truth in deep space

"Boom!" Thunder roared across the sky, and lightning ripped through the dark air like a silver snake. The wind howled, and the rain poured down. Everyone struggled to survive the storm, but ultimately, they could not withstand the violent force of nature.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, forming a huge vortex that sucked them all in. "Ah..." Their screams were drowned out by the sound of wind and rain, and their figures instantly disappeared in the storm.

The young man in green was washed to the edge of a submerged bamboo forest by the fierce flood. A tall bamboo was still half exposed. The young man in green struggled to survive and swam to the bamboo and hugged it. Looking at the vast and fierce waves, the young man in green felt despair in his heart.

The bamboo was embraced by the young man in green, and its spiritual power was connected, and the bamboo's spiritual power took on a human form. She saw that the young man in green was also holding a Wanhunwenjing flute, and thought: This young man in green possesses the highest level of musical instruments of our tribe. This person must have an indissoluble bond with our tribe.

"Who are you? How come you have this flute that can shock all souls?" The woman in human form transformed from bamboo asked first.

The young man in green clothes was shivering with cold, and replied in a trembling voice, "My name... my name is Qingzhu, and I'm a casual cultivator. This flute... I found it by chance."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Did it just happen to be found? This Wanhunwenjing Didi is a sacred object of our clan. How could it fall into the hands of others so easily?"

Qingzhu hugged the bamboo tightly and tried to calm himself down. "Fairy, please understand. I really don't know the origin of this flute. I just found it in a ruin and felt a connection with it, so I brought it with me."

The woman stared at Lin Feng for a moment, as if trying to determine the truth of his words. After a while, she sighed, "Never mind. Since it's fate, I'll trust you this time. But since you possess the Wanhunwenjingdi, you must bear the corresponding responsibilities."

Qingzhu looked confused: "What responsibility?"

The woman's expression was solemn. "The Wanhunwenjing Di is our clan's most precious treasure, capable of controlling countless souls. But precisely because of this, it has attracted the covetousness of countless evildoers. Now that you have it, you will surely face numerous dangers."

Qingzhu's heart tightened, but then his eyes became firm: "Since this is the case, I will definitely live up to this flute. I still ask for your guidance."

The woman nodded slightly. "Since you have a good character, I will lend you a helping hand. My name is Zhuyao, and this bamboo forest is my territory. Come with me first, change into clean clothes, and then we can discuss it."

Qingzhu followed Zhuyao into a bamboo house deep in the bamboo forest. The house was simply but elegantly decorated. He changed into the clothes Zhuyao had prepared and immediately felt much warmer.

"The Wanhun Wenjing Di is powerful, but also extremely difficult to control. You need to practice hard and comprehend the secrets of it." Zhu Yao said.

Qingzhu nodded seriously: "Thank you for your teachings, Fairy."

Under Zhuyao's guidance, Qingzhu began to practice diligently. However, trouble soon struck.

A group of masked men in black suddenly broke into the bamboo forest. They all had a powerful aura and their eyes were full of greed.

"Hand over the Wanhun Wenjing Di and I will spare your life!" the leading man in black shouted coldly.

Qingzhu stepped forward, holding the flute in his hand: "Don't even think about it!"

Zhu Yao also appeared and stood shoulder to shoulder with Qing Zhu: "Don't even think about running wild here!"

A fierce battle broke out instantly. The black-clad men used ruthless moves, and Qingzhu and Zhuyao gradually fell into trouble.

At this critical moment, Qingzhu suddenly had an idea and played the Wanhunwendi (Flute of All Souls). A strange sound rang out, and countless souls suddenly appeared around and rushed towards the man in black.

Seeing this, the men in black were horrified and fled.

"That was close!" Qingzhu gasped.

Zhu Yao looked at him with a glint of approval in her eyes. "You were able to unleash the might of the Wanhunwenjingdi at the critical moment. That's good. But this is just the beginning. There's still a long way to go."

After this incident, Qingzhu worked even harder to cultivate. As time went by, his cultivation improved, and a deep relationship developed between him and Zhuyao.

However, their peaceful life did not last long. One day, a mysterious old man appeared. His strength was unfathomable and he saw the secret of Qingzhu at a glance.

"Boy, the Wanhunwenjingdi in your hand is an ominous object. If you don't want to bring about fatal disaster, give it to me." said the old man.

Qing Zhu naturally refused: "Senior, you are wrong. Treasures are neither good nor bad. It depends only on the heart of the user."

The old man sneered, "You're still stubborn! Then I'll come and get it myself."

A shocking battle began. Qingzhu and Zhuyao tried their best, but they were still no match for the old man.

Just when they were about to be defeated, Qingzhu suddenly burst out with a powerful force, and completely merged with Wanhun Wen Jingdi.

"Ah!" With a roar, Qingzhu cast a powerful spell and repelled the old man.

The old man looked at Qingzhu with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect you to reach such a level. Perhaps it is fate that this Wanhunwenjingdi is in your hands."

After saying that, the old man turned around and disappeared into the bamboo forest, leaving Qingzhu standing there in a daze, looking in the direction where the old man disappeared, as if thinking about something.

At that moment, Zhu Yao approached from a nearby path. She wore a long, pale green dress, its hem fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending from the heavens. Her beautiful eyes flickered to the flute in Qing Zhu's hand, and she softly asked, "Do you know the seven notes of the Wanhunwenjing flute? Even someone who has played the flute for a lifetime, even to the point of mastery, might not understand the meaning of the seven notes."

Qingzhu raised his head in confusion, looked at Zhuyao, and asked, "What other profound metaphysical secrets does this Seven Sounds have?"

Zhu Yao smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course there is. The first note, 'duo,' is composed of two 'xi'. Xi represents the end of a substance, the end of a time period. The combination of two mature substances or the end of two time periods becomes 'duo,' which represents the aggregation of matter."

Qingzhu listened intently and asked, "What about the second note 'lai'?"

Zhu Yao patiently explained, "For matter to come together, there must be routes and tracks for it to travel back and forth. This is the meaning of 'come'."

Qingzhu nodded thoughtfully and continued, "What about the meaning of the third note, 'mi'?"

Zhu Yao smiled and replied, "Mi, it represents the gathering of matter from all directions. It is the route of matter gathering."

Qing Zhu's eyes flashed with excitement. "What about the meaning of the fourth note, 'fa'?"

Zhu Yao shook her head slightly and said playfully, "Do you have a good memory? Remember the meaning of the three notes above first, and I'll explain the rest to you slowly later."

Qingzhu answered firmly: "My memory is very good, don't worry."

As time went by, Qingzhu and Zhuyao spent their days in the bamboo forest exploring the secrets of the Wanhunwenjingdi (Flute of the Myriad Souls). Their cultivation never ceased, and their skills grew stronger day by day.

However, the peaceful days did not last forever.

One day, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived in the bamboo forest. They were dressed in black robes, their faces obscured by shadows, and they exuded an evil aura. The leader said sinisterly, "Hand over the Wanhunwenjingdi, and I will spare your lives!"

Qingzhu stepped forward, protecting Zhuyao behind him, and said coldly: "Don't even think about it!"

A fierce battle erupted instantly. Qingzhu, holding the Wanhunwenjing flute, struck a stirring melody. The notes transformed into a powerful force, sweeping towards the enemy.

But the enemy was powerful and numerous, and Qingzhu and Zhuyao gradually fell into trouble.

Just when they were about to collapse, Qingzhu suddenly thought of the secret of musical notes. He played the "duo" sound with all his strength, and saw the surrounding spiritual energy quickly converge on him, instantly enhancing his power.

He then blew out the sound of "come", controlling the spiritual energy to form a series of protective barriers to resist the enemy's attacks.

The green bamboo fought more and more courageously, and blew out the "mi" sound again. The surrounding bamboos seemed to be summoned, and they rose from the ground and attacked the enemy.

The enemy was beaten back step by step and finally fled in a panic.

After the battle, Qingzhu and Zhuyao sat on the ground exhausted.

Zhu Yao's eyes were filled with admiration: "Qingzhu, you are really amazing to be able to comprehend the power of musical notes at the critical moment."

Qingzhu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you hadn't explained it to me before, I wouldn't have been able to do it."

After this battle, Qingzhu knew that his strength was far from enough. He practiced even harder, constantly exploring the mystery of the notes of the Wanhunwenjingdi.

As time went by, Qingzhu had mastered the meaning of the first three notes, "do, re, mi." But he could never comprehend the meaning of the fourth note, "fa," and the fifth, "suo."

On this day, Qingzhu sat on the bluestone in the valley as usual, with a frown on his face, pondering the meaning of the two mysterious notes.

Seeing Qingzhu still pondering the meaning of the fourth and fifth notes, Zhuyao teased Qingzhu, "Brother Qing, although you are older than me, you must accept me as your disciple, and I will tell you."

Qingzhu answered readily: "Okay, no problem, Master, I bow to you." He knelt down.

Seeing Qingzhu's persistence, Zhuyao slowly approached and said softly, "Qingzhu, don't be impatient. Let me explain to you the meaning of the word 'fa'. When matter gathers to a certain limit, the energy within it gathers into a powerful force. This powerful energy is so concentrated that no matter how strong the outer material is, it cannot contain it. Everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme. This is the meaning of 'fa'."

After hearing this, Qingzhu's eyes gleamed, but he immediately fell into deep thought and asked, "Master, how should we understand the saying 'Everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme'? I'm a dull disciple and still don't quite understand it."

Zhu Yao smiled slightly, stretched out her finger, and lightly tapped a huge rock next to her, and it instantly turned into powder.

"Look, this boulder appears incredibly solid, but when I inject enough immortal energy into it, exceeding its endurance limit, it will collapse with a bang. This is the law of the law of extremes. In the way of immortal music, the note 'fa' represents this accumulated and explosive power. When your immortal energy and state of mind reach a certain level, playing the note 'fa' will unleash power beyond imagination."

Qingzhu nodded, seeming to understand, and then asked, "Then, Master, what does the word 'su' mean?"

Zhu Yao looked up at the sky and said leisurely, "The word 'su' means that after a material explosion, the residue, fragments, and dust of matter will inevitably shuttle through deep space. Therefore, the word 'su' describes the situation outside of the material explosion. Just like the fragments after the huge rock collapsed just now, they are scattered in the wind, each with a different destination. In the immortal music, the sound of 'su' requires you to control the aftermath of the explosion and make it your own, rather than letting it dissipate uncontrollably."

Qingzhu closed his eyes and tried to feel everything his master said, but he still felt a layer of fog shrouding his heart.

"Master, I still cannot truly appreciate the true meaning of these two notes." Qingzhu showed a trace of distress on his face.

Zhu Yao gently patted Qing Zhu's shoulder and said, "It's okay. The path to becoming an immortal is inherently difficult, and comprehending this immortal sound requires opportunity and time. Just follow me."

The master and the disciple came to the edge of a cliff. Below was a bottomless abyss surrounded by clouds and mist.

Zhu Yao waved her hand and a huge fireball fell into the abyss.

"boom!"

The fireball exploded in the abyss. The powerful impact caused the surrounding rocks to collapse, and countless pieces of gravel and smoke shot out in all directions.

"Qingzhu, feel the scene after the explosion carefully and listen carefully to the existence of the 'slurping' sound." Zhu Yao said.

Qingzhu was concentrating on feeling it, and gradually, he seemed to hear the sound of gravel flying through the air, some fast, some slow, some high, some low, as if forming a mysterious melody.

"Master, I seem to feel something!" Qingzhu said excitedly.

"Don't be anxious, just keep feeling it." Zhu Yao said.

Time passed minute by minute, Qingzhu was immersed in this wonderful feeling, and unknowingly, a faint glow appeared on his body.

When the light disappeared, Qingzhu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of enlightenment.

"Master, I understand! 'Fa' is the accumulation of power, while 'Suo' is the guidance and control of the power after it explodes!"

Zhu Yao smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, you have finally grasped the basics of these two notes. But to truly master them, you still need to continue practicing and gaining insights."

Qingzhu nodded heavily, and from then on he practiced even harder, moving towards a higher realm of immortal sound.

They experienced many hardships along the way and encountered attacks from various monsters and demons, but with Qingzhu's Wanhunwenjingdi and their firm belief, they overcame danger time and time again.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of the fairy mountain, which was towering into the clouds, shrouded in mist and full of mystery.

Qingzhu and Zhuyao climbed up the winding mountain road and met an immortal on the way. The immortal looked at the Wanhunwenjing flute in Qingzhu's hand and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Young man, the flute in your hand is a rare treasure, but it can also be a disaster. You must control it carefully," the immortal warned.

Qingzhu said respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal."

The immortal smiled faintly. "Since you are sincere, I will tell you the meaning of the sixth note, 'La.' 'La' represents pursuit, the unremitting pursuit of truth and the great way."

Qingzhu suddenly realized, and his mind suddenly became much clearer.

They continued walking up the mountain and met a hermit in a cave at the top of the mountain.

Upon hearing their purpose, the master was silent for a moment, then said, "This seventh note, 'Xi,' symbolizes return. Everything in the world has a beginning and an end, and ultimately returns to its origin."

After hearing this, Qingzhu and Zhuyao felt as if they had been enlightened.

The training in the fairy mountain has made Qingzhu's strength advance by leaps and bounds. He can now skillfully use the seven notes of the Wanhunwenjingdi to exert unparalleled power.

However, a bigger crisis is quietly approaching.

An evil force rises up, attempting to rule the entire world of immortal cultivation. They burn, kill, plunder, and commit all kinds of evil.

Qingzhu and Zhuyao decided to step forward and save the people.

In the final showdown with the evil forces, Qingzhu played the Wanhunwendi, and the power of the seven notes merged together to form a force that could destroy the world.

To know what happens next, please read the next chapter.