Shushan Earthly Immortal

Chapter 429 The Tide Rises in the Azure Sea, the Roar of the Dragon (6.6K words presented, please support with monthly tickets~)

"The time has come."

The sinister voice of the Green-Robed Ancestor echoed in the Still Wave Cave.

Inside the Zhibo Cave, an altar made entirely of black mud had taken shape, emitting an extremely pungent stench. Even more bizarrely, embedded in the surface of this black mud altar was the mangled, skinless body of a monkey, its turbid eyes wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open in disbelief.

When the body of the Azure Ape that overturned the sea was first seen, it was brand new and strong, without a single wound on its body, and extremely intact, which made the evil devil fall in love with it at first sight. However, due to the backlash from the destruction of the altar and the failure of the three curses, the body was severely damaged and gradually began to rot and decay.

However, finding a suitable body is not easy; it requires the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit to be willing to reside in it. Therefore, the evil devil did not want to give up and has been working for the past two years to remove the poison of evil backlash from this body in an attempt to save it.

But today, a sudden order from the Green Robe interrupted this process, and years of hard work were in vain, completely destroying this physical body.

The evil demon, in his Nascent Soul form, finally managed to set up the altar at the last minute, replying weakly...
"Alright, the altar is complete."

"Then let's begin the descent."

The Green-Robed Ancestor said he had no intention of letting the evil devils rest.

The evil demon, still recovering from his severe injuries, hastily erected an evil altar. At this moment, his nascent soul was almost transparent, swaying precariously, and the dim, lifeless inner core hidden within its body was clearly visible. However, he no longer uttered any words of begging for mercy. He understood that the green-robed man was still the same green-robed man; in truth, he had never changed.

So he took out his ritual implements and began to perform the ritual.

This time, he cast the "Five Decays Curse," specifically the "Foul Stain Curse." Those afflicted by this curse will experience eye discharge, earwax buildup, nose discharge, mouth discharge, and body grime, clogging their seven orifices, polluting their flesh, and causing them to smell foul all over.

This kind of spell isn't considered a particularly vicious or malevolent one, nor will it kill anyone. Aside from making people feel disgusted, it at most blinds their five senses, blocks their acupoints, and causes panic. It's not that difficult to undo. Therefore, this kind of spell is usually used by novice spellcasters to practice and play tricks on people. Even the most wicked devils can't remember the last time they used this kind of spell.

However, this time, the green-robed man gave too little time and had too low a requirement. He only needed to disrupt the Taoist's energy flow and cause his energy to become disordered. So the evil devil thought of this curse. However, since the person to be cursed had repeatedly failed to respond to the curse, and had already stepped into the fourth realm with one foot, indicating that he was a capable person, the evil devil estimated that it would take at least ten days to set up the altar before he could be sure of success.

Before the altar is set up, one can still beg for mercy, but once the altar is set up, the evil devil has no choice but to do his best. Because if the ritual fails, he will not only face the Green Robe's accusations, but the backlash from the altar itself will also make his life miserable.

There are taboos associated with black magic. If it fails to work after three attempts, it should not be used again. If it still fails, the body will disintegrate at best, and the soul will be scattered at worst.

So when the evil devil heard that the green-robed man was going to change the agreed ten days to five days, leaving him only one hour, he wondered if this devil really wanted him to die today.

There was no way he could complete the altar in an hour, so he had to resort to an unorthodox method: sacrificing his own decaying body and embedding it into the altar to enhance its power.

At this point, the evil devil could only force himself not to think too much and concentrate on casting the spell.

His previous broom-shaped ritual implement had been destroyed in the backlash from the last altar explosion. This time, he used a long, thin token engraved with little demons to perform the ritual. He leaped around the altar, performing steps resembling the "罡步" (a type of martial arts technique), while chanting incantations.
"Demons and monsters, five kinds of evil spirits."

Heed my command, you filthy energies of the Nine Netherworlds:
When one lowers their gaze, cataracts and other obstructions naturally arise.

The ears descended twice, and maggots and flies buzzed around;

The nose descends three times, and putrid pus constantly gushes out;
His mouth was filled with phlegm and saliva;
Five things have affected his skin, leaving his body covered in filth and dirt.

"Descent quickly! Go quickly! Respond quickly!"

The evil demon chanted a shrill curse, pointing his token at the straw figure on the altar. A slip of paper was pasted on the straw figure, bearing a line of small writing:
"Cheng Xinzhan, a native of Yuzhang, is a master of the Ten Thousand Dharmas of Sanqing Mountain."

The demon token and the black mud altar simultaneously emitted a ghostly light, which shone on the straw figure on top of the altar.

However, just as the dark, eerie light was about to fall upon the straw figure, it suddenly emitted a brilliant purple-gold light, instantly dispelling the light and illuminating the entire Zhibo Cave. The foul-smelling black mud altar melted instantly, like snow being poured with hot water, and the token in the devil's hand exploded into countless wood chips.

"boom!"

A loud bang shook the entire Penghu Island.

The explosion not only shattered the token in the demon's hand, but also his already crumbling nascent soul and dim golden core. The nascent soul and golden core, like candles flickering in the wind, were now illuminated by the purple-gold light. Combined with the damage to the altar and the repeated backlash from the failed descent, they exploded with a deafening roar, sending a black rain of light down across Penghu Island.

"Hahaha--"

Inside the Zhibo Cave, a mournful howl, neither laughing nor crying, echoed. The demon's spirit, seemingly insane, screamed...

"Ancestor, are you satisfied?!"

There was no response; the figure in the green robe had long since disappeared from the cave.

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Yunti Mountain, Tianti Peak.

Cheng Xinzhan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sea in the southeast direction.

At this moment, he was in a divine state of communion with heaven and earth, so he keenly sensed the sudden arrival of malice. Although the malice was instantly dispersed by his protective spiritual light and only flashed by, he could still grasp the general direction of its source.

Penghu Island?
Cheng Xinzhan recognized that place.

Moreover, this malice seems to share the same origin as the previous curse.

That devil, it's him.

No, it should be said that the Green-Robed Ancestor, this demonic dragon, finally couldn't sit still anymore?
Cheng Xinzhan realized that setting up an altar to cast a curse was just like divination, with too many taboos. One of them was that repeated curses would not be answered. This meant that if a curse was cast on the same person and there was one instance of no response, it would become increasingly difficult to cast it, and the backlash would increase exponentially with each instance of no response.

The evil devil wouldn't be unaware of this principle. Last time, he cursed himself three times, which was already the limit for casting curses. As long as he doesn't lose his mind, it's impossible for him to curse himself again. If he still doesn't respond this time, it might directly take his life.

Therefore, there's only one possibility—he was forced. He's a powerful demon from the fourth realm of the South China Sea; who else could force him? It could only be the Green-Robed Ancestor. This wicked dragon is truly cautious, using others as stepping stones instead of taking action himself.

Cheng Xinzhan gazed at the South China Sea. The first attempt by Green Robe to throw a stone had failed. Would there be a second time? Would he personally take action?
Ok?
As Cheng Xinzhan was looking around, he suddenly saw a white line light up on the surface of the South China Sea in the far distance.

Being on a high peak, he had a great view and was at a crucial moment of conception, where he was in harmony with heaven and earth. His senses were sharp and extraordinary, so he noticed the anomaly immediately.

This familiar scene instantly reminded him of a sight he had seen decades ago on the coast of Kuaiji—the Great Sage Who Overturned the Sea in the East China Sea stirring up waves to save the Three Corpses.

The scene before me was strikingly similar to what I had witnessed decades ago. It wasn't a white line at all; it was clearly a gigantic wave rising from the deep sea and surging toward the shore!

This wicked dragon really dares to stir up trouble!
Cheng Xinzhan frowned.

Of course, the water cannot overflow its banks. If it does, it won't just affect Yunti Mountain. The floodwaters will backflow into the Lingdingyang, impacting the four defense lines on the west bank: Hengmen, Hongqimen, Jiaomen, and Humen. Meilin Mountain, Yangtai Mountain, and Xiling Mountain on the east bank will also be affected. Furthermore, it's currently the rainy season, and the North, Central, and East Rivers are swollen and flowing south. If seawater were to flow north and back up, the water from the three rivers wouldn't be able to flow back down, causing widespread flooding on both banks. The entire area east of the North River defense line would become a vast swamp.

The green-robed man wanted to kill two birds with one stone: both prevent him from breaking through to a higher realm and regain control of the battle at Yuyang!

However, this simply doesn't make sense. He was originally a land dragon, transforming into a dragon by traversing the river. Judging from his arrangements over the years, he never intended to become a complete sea dragon king. He established his foundation on land, on the West River. Wouldn't he be afraid of disrupting the land's energy by stirring up waves and flooding the land? Even setting that aside, why doesn't he care about the Cliff Gate waterway where he transformed into a dragon by traversing the river?
This is a do-or-die approach; how could he make such a choice?

Cheng Xinzhan had doubts, so he activated his magic eye to look carefully. His left eye revealed the demon, while his right eye revealed the subtle details.

So it was these two wicked beasts.

As Danbi's pupils flashed, Cheng Xinzhan also saw the demonic shadows in the white line clearly—two ink-like water insects! These two ink-like marks rolled in the water, as if they were just stains in the water, and could not be clearly seen without careful observation.

This strange shape immediately reminded Cheng Xinzhan of Hu Hailong, whom he had just fought not long ago. It was quite obvious at a glance that it was none other than the two villains of the South China Sea, the Hu brothers.
It turns out that the green-robed man had assigned the dirty work to these two.

However, if that's the case, does he no longer want the Red Furnace Islands?

Where is he now? Hiding behind the waves? Holding the fort at the cliff's edge? Or somewhere observing his own reaction?
Cheng Xinzhan's thoughts raced. He couldn't yet figure out the Green Robe's whereabouts, but that didn't stop him from taking action. Faced with this crisis, he wouldn't sit idly by; he would naturally handle the storm he had stirred up himself.

Just in time, the fetal movements had been ongoing for five days. At this point, the divine light within her body flowed smoothly, naturally descending upon the Crimson Palace and illuminating the nascent soul. She no longer needed to constantly watch for the guiding divine light. If these demons still hadn't made any move by now, she would have to take proactive measures.

As Master Jingjie said, "I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses. You ask me how this can be? When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded." The innocent child taught, "Keep your eyes open behind the curtain, gaze into the light without fixing your mind. Light arises from your true nature; only then is the fetus truly born."

During the process of focusing the primordial spirit, one must not be rigid; closing one's mind and suppressing one's spirit are major taboos. The heart fire should be neither too fast nor too slow, and the primordial spirit should be neither too adrift nor too unstable, like the moon reflected in an ancient well, so that the divine light will naturally become clear. If one forces it with the mind or intention, it will only obscure the true nature of the fetus.

In addition, the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are born together with me, and all things are one with me." At the moment of conception, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit merge and connect with heaven and earth. At this time, it is easiest to perform magic to stir up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He chose to break through his cultivation level at Cloud Ladder Mountain not just for the sake of the Green Robe.

He took out a zither.

A Fuxi-style long zither, four feet one inch long, six and eight-tenths inches wide at the shoulders, and five inches wide at the tail. The head of the zither is domed, the neck is drooping and relaxed, the waist is folded like the moon, the tail is wide and slightly raised, and the zither's soundboard is steady and elegant, exuding an ancient and profound charm.

The lacquer is a clear, deep blue-green, like the sky after rain or the shimmering light of the deep sea. The patterns resemble the belly of a dragon, interspersed with the texture of water ripples. The layers of lacquer are smooth and lustrous, shining like spring waves reflecting the sun in the light, and like a dragon lurking in an ancient well in the shadows.

The back of the zither is engraved with four seal characters: “碧海潮生” (The tide rises over the blue sea).

Cheng Xinzhan's ten fingers were slender, with distinct joints, and as white as jade. They were hands suitable for drawing talismans, for seal carving, and for playing the zither.

"Zheng——"

With a flick of his wrist, Biqin produced a clear, long note.

This time was different from when he was in seclusion in the Yellow Sea before. Back then, he was cultivating his mind and entertaining himself, but this time, he used his magic.

The clear and melodious sound of the zither immediately emanated from the top of the Heavenly Ladder, resounding through the clouds.

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At the foot of the Heavenly Ladder, all the high-ranking cultivators looked up at the same time, and they all heard the sound of a zither.

"What is Xinzhan trying to do?"

Shi Tongxuan asked.

No one responded, and everyone was puzzled as to who would play the zither when breaking through to a higher realm.
"Could it be a method for entering a meditative state and calming the mind?"

After a couple of breaths, Master Nengyue tentatively replied.

Wen Sukong shook her head.
"His meditation is as easy and natural as breathing, without any special techniques."

"Could it be a deliberate provocation to provoke the demons of the Southern School?"

The innocent child asked.

The others' expressions changed slightly upon hearing this. If that were the case, wouldn't it be a bit too risky?
Among the crowd, only the Innocent Child remained unfazed. Seeing the solemn expressions of the others, he was somewhat unconcerned, secretly praising Xin Zhan's boldness. He thought to himself that he hadn't anticipated this when he was conceived; otherwise, wouldn't it have been much more elegant to play his erhu, which he was skilled at, in the Zhenwu Temple?
"Perhaps more than that; the music contains magical power, including the ability to control water."

Master Zhenchang, who is skilled in water magic, said.

Adjusting the water supply?

Why is water diversion necessary?
Everyone's expression changed again, and they all looked towards the South China Sea, each using their special eye techniques.

"Danger!"

"Thief!"

"How brave!"

"court death!"

"evil creature!"

"..."

Those present were all highly skilled cultivators, and they all saw the giant white wave on the surface of the South China Sea. Everyone spoke differently, but their faces all showed shock and anger. Among them, Daoist Neng Yue was the most furious. He had been there when the demons of the East China Sea stirred up waves to relieve the Three Corpse Island's siege, and now seeing the South China Sea repeat the same trick, how could he not be enraged? "I'll go and invite a True Immortal to come!"

He said it immediately.

Everyone nodded, sharing the same thought. To be honest, with the surrendered Zuo Feizi and eight Fourth Realm experts present, even excluding Wen Tianzhen, Xu Shiren, and Zuo Feizi, there were still five veteran Fourth Realm experts. On land, even if it were just the Hu brothers, let alone Green Robe himself, they were confident they could hold out until their family arrived.

However, if a wicked dragon were to defy the heavens and lead a horde of demons from the South China Sea to storm the land, then the four borders would not be able to withstand it.

"Thank you all for protecting me, but there is no need for you to move. I am about to take this opportunity to quell the flood in Lingdingyang."

Just then, Cheng Xinzhan's voice rang in everyone's hearts.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately became quite interesting.

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At the top of the Heavenly Ladder, after testing the sound, Cheng Xinzhan noticed the movements of the cultivators below the mountain, so he used his mind to send a message to reassure them.

He then began to play the piano, his ten fingers flying across the strings.

The guqin piece, "The Raging Waves".

The music was soaring like a raging tide, clearly discernible even amidst the earth-shaking sounds of nature. Moreover, each note rose higher than the last, and after a few notes, it gradually began to harmonize with the earth's natural rhythms, becoming one with the earth, like a harmonious zither!

Accompanied by the earth's natural sounds, the zither's sound traveled farther and louder, soon surpassing the zither's inherent power, until it covered the entire Lingdingyang.

At the same time, the spiritual atmosphere of heaven and earth changed, and the sound of tides echoed in the void, causing the Lingdingyang to churn. Waves arose without wind, as if an invisible giant hand was stirring and pushing the waves at Humen, with wave after wave growing higher and higher, rushing out of the Lingdingyang and surging into the South China Sea.

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"Ah!"

Six hundred miles from the shore on the south bank, amidst towering waves.

Hu Hailong, a descendant of a dragon from the South China Sea and having guarded the near-shore islands for decades, immediately noticed the changes in the Lingdingyang. He smiled dismissively and said to Hu Haitao beside him,

"Brother, has this man gone mad? He actually thinks he can resist the tides of the entire ocean with the power of an inland sea?"

Unlike Hu Hailong, Hu Haitao was not optimistic and immediately poured cold water on his younger brother's hopes.
"What level of cultivation do you have? Do you really think you're the Dragon King? You talk about creating a whole ocean of tides all the time. Can you even stir up a whole ocean of tides? The South China Sea is so vast. How much of its power can you possibly contribute? Besides, have you forgotten where all your injuries came from?"

Hu Hailong feared nothing and no one except his elder brother. Now, after being criticized like this, his voice immediately softened, but he was still unconvinced.

"That was on land. I'm not afraid of him at sea!"

Hu Haitao's tone remained heavy.

"You underestimate him. This man has accomplished great things in the East China Sea. Even the Great Sage Who Overturns the Sea can't do anything about him. Not to mention the distant past, just look at the day the evil devil was born. He tried to stir up the Lingdingyang with his Dharma form, but he wiped it out with a golden light. Could you do that so easily? This man is not only a master on land, but also an expert in water!"

Hu Hailong remained stubborn.
“I didn’t say he wasn’t powerful, but this time my brother and I fought together, and we also had the water-controlling magic weapon ‘Ruyi Water Smoke Net’ given to us by the Ancestor. We came riding the waves, what do we have to fear from him?”

Hu Haitao sighed and said,

"Yes, he was overconfident this time, choosing to break through to the next level in Linhai, which is advantageous to us. I just hope he doesn't have any more powerful backup plans. Even if he can stir up the entire Lingdingyang, it will still be somewhat inferior to this wave."

Hearing Hu Haitao say this, Hu Hailong immediately became happy.

"That's right. I know you're cautious, but we can't boost others' morale while diminishing our own."

However, Hu Hailong was staring intently in the direction of Yunti Mountain and did not notice that Hu Haitao's expression was still not good.

This great demon thought far more deeply than his brother. What good would it do for the two brothers to stir up such a massive wave? Interrupting the Taoist's breakthrough would inevitably incur the wrath of the Taoist sect. Flooding Yuyang and overflowing the Three Rivers would be their own karma to bear. Furthermore, they would have to endure the backlash from the calming and damming of the Yamen waterway. What was the point of all this?
Everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us. Even those at the fourth level of cultivation are still pawns in the hands of others.

Hu Haitao sighed.

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The tide was getting closer and closer, so close that it was clear even without using one's divine eyes.

The Lingdingyang was also turbulent, with seawater endlessly surging into the South China Sea and crashing against the Honglu Islands under Cheng Xinzhan's deliberate manipulation.

The protective barriers on the Red Furnace Islands flickered and glowed, resisting the seawater. But even they teetered on the brink of collapse under such immense power. The demons on the islands, seeing no intervention from the two island lords and only witnessing giant waves crashing in from both the north and south, sensed that their doomsday had arrived. Panic ensued, and they all abandoned the islands and fled.

"I would like to trouble Daoist Nengyue and Daoist Shiren to travel to the Red Furnace Islands and recover the lost territory."

Cheng Xinzhan's voice rang out from the mountaintop and carried down to the foot of the mountain.

He hadn't expected that breaking through to a higher realm at Cloud Ladder Mountain would attract so many people to come and protect him. However, this went against his original intention; the more people there were, the harder it would be for the already timid demons to take the bait.

But there's nothing we can do about it. We can't possibly notify every household before we break through to the next level, can we?

However, since Green Robe is so timid, I'll help him lure everyone away. Is that alright?

At the foot of the mountain, Shan Nengyue and Xu Shiren looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

"I'll follow Mr. Guangfa's orders!"

Master Zhenchang of the Jingming School offered his advice.

Immediately, Shi Tongxuan and Dong Shouren also nodded in agreement.

Therefore, Shan Nengyue and Xu Shiren no longer hesitated, transformed into two streaks of rainbow light, left Yunti Mountain, and flew to the Red Furnace Islands.

On the mountain, just as the music ended, Cheng Xinzhan watched the two streaks of rainbow light disappear into the distance. He put down his zither, grabbed the dragon rope beside him, tossed it into the sky, and laughed.

"Go, your time has come."

The dragon rope transformed into a wooden dragon in the sky, circling and soaring around the Chengxin Hall, its roar echoing.

Cheng Xinzhan took out a blank jade talisman from the void, then took out a talisman brush, and used cinnabar as ink to write on the jade talisman, writing only two characters:

"Imperial Edict".

He pointed to the talisman held in front of his chest and said loudly,
"I have heard that water is the lifeblood of dragons, and dragons are the spirits of water. Where there is great water, there should be a divine dragon. Now, the Zhongjiang River in Yuyang is without a master and is constantly plagued by floods, so it must be dealt with. I now summon General Shiyu Jun, the Thunder-Controlling Demon-Binding General, to quickly pacify the Zhongjiang River and guide the floodwaters into the sea. There must be no mistake!"

The command, accompanied by the sound of a newborn fetus, resounded throughout Yuyang.

After speaking, he released a talisman, which suddenly emitted golden light and soared into the sky.

"Follow the law!"

Shiyu-jun responded loudly, then bit the talisman in its mouth, shook its head and wagged its tail, and headed north along the Lingdingyang River to the source of the Zhongjiang River.

"Thank you for your help, Daoist Zhenchang and Master Wen, in escorting the wooden dragon across the river."

Cheng Xinzhan's voice echoed down the mountain once more.

"Follow the law!"

Without hesitation, Daoist Zhenchang responded and transformed into a rainbow of light, disappearing into the distance.

Seeing this, the innocent child smiled and, as if joining in the fun, replied loudly.

"Follow the law!"

Having said that, he transformed into a rainbow and disappeared.

On the mountain, Cheng Xinzhan took out another jade talisman and wrote another imperial edict, saying:

"Now, the Dongjiang River in Yuyang is without a ruler, and the weather is unpredictable, causing resentment among the people. Therefore, we hereby dispatch Gu Yi, the Prince of Leping of the Yellow Sea Dragon Kingdom, to leave the sea and land, quickly pacify the Dongjiang River, pray for clear skies and rain, and ensure a good harvest regardless of drought or flood. The Dragon King, grant permission, and there must be no delay!"

The summons, accompanied by the sounds of a newborn fetus, reached the Yellow Sea.

At the same time, he issued a talisman, and the jade talisman suddenly emitted golden light, soared into the sky, and flew towards the northeast Yellow Sea.

"It should be transferred; release it."

The voice of the Dragon King of the Yellow Sea reached the shore and could be heard for thousands of miles.

"Follow the law!"

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yi, who had been hiding in Poyang Lake in Yuzhang, revealed his true form. A green-scaled dragon flew into the sky and responded loudly. Halfway there, it bit the talisman and quickly headed south towards the source of the Dongjiang River, which is located in Yuzhang.

"Thank you for your help, Master Fu and Zifei, to escort the dragon across the river."

Cheng Xinzhan's voice carried down the mountain.

"Follow the law!"

Fu Shouzhen and Zuo Feizi responded in unison, then transformed into rainbows and disappeared.

On the mountain, Cheng Xinzhan released another talisman and summoned:

"The Beijiang River in Yuyang is currently without a ruler, and is frequently plagued by demons and evil dragons, causing widespread resentment among the people. We hereby summon Lan Yizhou, the Marshal of the Zhenyi Sect of the Fire Dragon Island in the East Sea, to leave the sea and land, quickly pacify the Beijiang River, drive out the demons, and ensure peace and security. There must be no mistakes!"

The summons, accompanied by the sounds of a newborn fetus, reached the East Sea. The talisman transformed into golden light and flew out, soaring through the sky.

"Follow the law!"

Lan Yizhou, who had been hiding in the source of the Gan River in Yuzhang, revealed his true form, and a crimson dragon soared into the sky, responding loudly. After receiving the talisman, he quickly headed south towards the source of the Beijiang River, which was also located within Yuzhang.

"Thank you, Master Dong, for escorting the dragon along the river and allowing it to pass through Zhenjiao Bridge along the river."

Cheng Xinzhan's voice carried down the mountain.

"Follow the law!"

Shi Tongxuan and Dong Shouren exchanged a smile, responded loudly, and then transformed into rainbows and disappeared.

Eight streaks of light departed from the mountain one after another, accompanied by the roars of dragons in the sky.

"Zheng——"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a zither was played again from the top of the ladder.

The guqin piece, "The Dragon's Roar in the Vast Sea".

The sound of the zither blended seamlessly with the sounds of the fetus, and once played, it spread across the Lingdingyang Ocean, covering the entire territory of Yuyang. At this moment, except for the West River which remained unmoved, the North, Central, and East Rivers and their tributaries were all stirred by the zither music, their waves surging.

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