Ultimate: Fishing Through the Heavens, Starting with Five Enlightenment Templates

As long as your strength doesn't exceed his, it's virtually impossible to break through by force!

But he also understood that the demonized superpowered beings were unpredictable, treacherous, and impossible to guard against.

The clearing operation still requires veteran experts like Xiong Ge and Xia Liu to carry it out.

After all, he and Xiu had to concentrate fully when playing the Soul Collection Song, and they couldn't free their hands at all.

Xiu clearly realized this as well. He looked at Xiong Ge and Xia Liu with a solemn expression:

"Brother Xiong, Grandpa, I'm entrusting the task of dealing with the demonized ability users on the perimeter to you two. We absolutely cannot let them interfere with the performance!"

Xiong Ge and Grandpa Xia Liu exchanged a glance, their previous shock gone, replaced by extreme solemnity and grimness.

They nodded emphatically and said in unison:

"Leave it to us with confidence; we will not let even a fly in to disturb you."

The two said nothing more and took a deep breath at the same time.

Lan Tianyu and Xiu exchanged glances and simultaneously strummed the strings of their guitars.

Zheng!

Xiu, as the lead guitarist, took the lead and played the first note of the Soul Collection, an ethereal and distant melody that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

His fingers danced swiftly across the strings, precise and powerful, guiding the rhythm and energy flow of the entire piece.

Lan Tianyu followed closely behind, his mind highly focused, pouring all his mental energy into the guitar in his hands.

His fingers also danced across the strings.

Every chord change, every note connection, precisely matches Xiu's rhythm, creating a perfect resonance.

Although his technique was far less refined and fluent than Xiu's, his powerful and profound inner strength was continuously poured into the strings, giving his tone a rich and resonant quality.

The Soul Collection Song consists of ten sections!

The first nine sections are like building a bridge between life and death in a boundless dark sea, requiring a massive amount of internal energy to guide and build up momentum.

Only when the tenth beat sounds will the power to reverse life and death and reshape the soul truly appear.

Xiu's face turned pale at a visible speed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His internal energy was being rapidly depleted.

The cost of collecting the Soul Song far exceeded his expectations.

However, when he glanced at Lan Tianyu beside him out of the corner of his eye, he was even more shocked.

Lan Tianyu remained calm and composed, his fingertips dancing steadily on the strings, his profound and powerful inner strength like an inexhaustible spring.

It flows continuously into the white guitar, supporting the foundation of the rhythm.

The reason he was so relaxed was because he had just leveled up [Zen Mind] to level 10.

Although it cannot reach a balance between supply and demand, it is enough to sustain it for a long time.

Even if Xiu is completely drained halfway through, he can still persevere on his own.

As the music progressed, a strange phenomenon occurred!

The notes flowing from the two guitars were no longer intangible sounds, but had become tangible.

Each musical note, radiating a soft white light, is like a living spirit.

They leap from the strings, soaring, spinning, and intertwining in the air.

They converged into dazzling ribbons of light, as if possessing consciousness, surging towards the cold body frozen on the carpet.

The vibrant white light, like the gentlest cocoon, enveloped Han's petrifying, cold, and stiff body layer by layer.

Light seeped into the greyish-white petrified surface, slowly beginning to reshape the body.

at the same time.

A space shrouded in eternal darkness.

clang clang...

The Phantom Eye suddenly opened its enormous eyes, revealing a look of confusion.

"This space is completely isolated from all movement, so why can I hear sounds?"

That peculiar melody, seemingly faint yet transmitted across space, carries an indescribable attraction, as if acting directly on the depths of the soul.

Although I don't know who is playing, there is always a voice in my heart urging me to find the source of the sound.

But his former demon lord senses told him that he might die suddenly if he went there.

With her powerful willpower, Phantom Eye suppressed her inner desires and ultimately made a decision that was completely in line with her heart.

That means I'm not going!

"The most urgent task is to obtain the Dragon Sealing Card; nothing else matters..."

The phantom eye comforted itself, and its enormous eyeball slowly closed.

Like the most cautious venomous snake, it lay dormant, completely shutting out all external perceptions.

But the thrill brought by that melody lingered for a long time.

at the same time.

The Yehenara family.

Deep within the black palace.

A very secluded and secret room.

Ye Xiongba paced back and forth on the cold floor with his hands behind his back, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

It's been almost two days!

The news of his carefully planned "fake death" was spread through various channels.

But like a stone thrown into a deep pool, it didn't even create a decent ripple.

The little thief who stole his magic stone seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to visit the Yehenara family again.

Even his good nephew continued to handle family affairs properly, without showing any attempt to seize power or any abnormal behavior.

This faked death has become a complete joke.

Not only did it fail to lure out the target, it also made him look like a rat hiding in a burrow.

"hateful!"

Ye Xiongba slammed his fist into the cold stone wall, producing a dull thud.

His carefully laid trap yielded no results, leaving him feeling incredibly frustrated and defeated.

Just as he was burning with anger.

A token, neither gold nor jade, that he kept close to his body, suddenly emitted a warm and peculiar glow without warning, and began to vibrate slightly.

[197] The loyal Prince Lanling!

Ye Xiongba suddenly stopped and quickly took out the token.

On the surface of the token, several ancient runes were faintly shimmering.

"Someone is playing the Demon-Suppressing Trilogy!"

Ye Xiongba understood, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Although it is impossible to determine which song it is or pinpoint the exact location where it was played.

But this sudden change provided him with an excellent excuse and opportunity to implement the next step of his plan.

Without further hesitation, he flashed and disappeared into the secret room as if blending into the shadows.

……

Gulayier Family Residence

Ye Xiongba's figure hovered silently in the sky.

A cold gaze, sharp as a sword, swept down upon the vast and magnificent manor below.

There was no appreciation in his eyes, only deep disgust and disdain.

"Humph!"

Ye Xiongba snorted coldly, a strong sense of displeasure rising in his heart.

"A mere subordinate family with a small population dares to occupy such a vast territory? It's utterly presumptuous!"

The exquisite and magnificent architecture, the orderly layout, and so on.

In his eyes, all of this became evidence of the Gulaier family's restlessness and ambition.

But the next second, he smiled wryly, and that displeasure was replaced by a sense of impending success.

"It's alright, let them be comfortable for a little longer."

"Soon, this unsightly place, along with those people who are in the way, will become dust in the past..."

Ye Xiongba's lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin.

In his plan, this family, which was an eyesore and could potentially breed rebellion, had long been on the list of those that had to be eliminated.

The extermination of the Gulayir clan would not only deter other vassal families, but also clear obstacles for his subsequent plans.

He imagined that the entire Gulaier family would be wiped out by his scheme.

Ye Xiongba's mood instantly improved, and his previous irritation was completely swept away.

He concealed his aura, and with a slight thought, an invisible mental command was precisely directed to a specific location within the manor.

Before long, the gates of the manor's main building opened.

A young man dressed in simple, stylish clothes, with a cool demeanor and a hint of melancholy between his brows, walked out.

This is none other than the current young master of the Gulaier family, Gulaier Lanlingwang.

When he saw Ye Xiong Ba, who was suspended in mid-air, dressed in a plain white robe and exuding an aura as deep as the sea, a clear look of surprise flashed across his handsome face, but it quickly turned into respect.

He dared not delay, and without hesitation knelt on one knee, his voice clear and resonant:

"Your subordinate, Prince Lanling, pays respects to the Sect Leader!"

Ye Xiongba's face instantly changed to a kind and amiable elder's smile. He slowly descended and landed in front of Lanling King, reaching out to help him up.

"Get up, Prince Lanling. Between us, there is no need for such formalities."

Lanling Wang stood up, his doubts deepening, and couldn't help but ask:

"There are rumors circulating that you have met with misfortune, but I have never believed it."

"I am relieved to see that the sect leader is well today."

"Hehe, just some rumors, no need to pay them any mind."

Ye Xiongba waved his hand casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He then changed the subject, his expression becoming serious.

"I have come here with an important mission, and I can only entrust it to you with peace of mind."

Upon hearing that there was an important mission, Lanling Wang immediately straightened his back and his eyes sharpened:

"Please give your orders, Sect Leader. I will do my utmost to complete the mission, even at the cost of my life!"

Ye Xiong Ba nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, and said in a deep voice:

"I just sensed someone playing the long-lost Demon-Suppressing Trilogy of my Yehenara family!"

"This is a family heirloom; it must not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands!"

"Your task is to find the person playing the piece and bring the sheet music back to me."

Having said that, he flicked his finger.

A folded piece of paper, as if carried by an invisible hand, floated lightly towards Lanling Wang.

Lanling Wang immediately accepted it respectfully with both hands, unfolded it, and saw three words clearly written on it: "Xia Mansion".