It wasn't until they returned to the ark that Diefang and the others finally came to their senses.

They gazed at the white figure and gradually fell into deep thought...

The mood conveyed by the zither was far too sorrowful and bitter.

Even now, though they have come to their senses, a sense of sadness still lingers in their hearts.

Haotian noticed the sad faces of the group and couldn't resist wanting to pat the little cuties on the head.

"Don't be fooled by how sad the beginning of this piece is; the ending might be quite different. If the string hadn't broken, you would definitely have had a different experience after listening to the full version."

Actually... in the full version, the latter part of the song is even more sorrowful.

Yes, the end of this piece is like falling into a bottomless black hole, with no glimmer of hope in sight, losing everything...

She named this piece "The Final Chapter of Death".

Not only that, there are also soothing and magnificent pieces.

However, thinking about this, Haotian couldn't help but have a fun idea...

He stared intently at Diefang and the others.

She asked softly, "Actually, the second half of the song is a little different, so would you like to hear the end?"

Diefang's eyes were red, as if it were a story full of heartbreak. The more heartbreaking it was, the more she wanted to see it, not out of masochism, but out of anticipation for a final glimmer of hope. Moreover, judging from her master's tone, it seemed that the ending wouldn't be so heartbreaking.

Wenxin only said that although the song was very sad, she still wanted to listen to the whole thing.

The last few people nodded, their eyes red...

Haotian smiled slightly, having long since let go of her resentment, and quietly watched Diefang and the others.

Tell them... never wait for a knife, because in the end, it will still be a knife.

The airship was moving very quickly.

Ordinary zithers could no longer allow her to play a complete piece. Therefore, she needed to find the zither she once owned.

Chlorine gas, a spiritual light, caresses the zither.

Legend has it that this was the most exquisite zither in the hands of the King of Men. Because the King of Men played countless earth-shattering melodies on it, the zither developed a spirit. From then on, no one but the King of Men could make it produce a single note.

This zither belongs to the King of Men. The Shen family was once entrusted by the King of Men's Palace to try to find someone to play the King of Men during the celebration in the King of Men's City. They also learned a secret technique from the Shen family that, after use, could make the user resemble the King of Men by 30%.

But then it was suddenly announced that he no longer needed to play the role of the King.

However, the Palace of the Human King did not recycle the chlorine-containing Lingguang Fudao Qin, which has been kept by the Shen family.

Because the Shen family inadvertently offended many powerful forces in their search for someone to impersonate the Human King, but due to the existence of the Human King's Palace, these powerful forces could only gradually wear down everything the Shen family had.

At this point, the Shen family's higher-ups realized that in order to survive, they could no longer sit idly by and wait for death. They wanted to use this method again to play the role of the king and intimidate those forces.

They were also gambling that the Human King wouldn't pay attention to this matter. Because of the Sword Domain incident, many forces now had an innate fear of the Human King's name. However, if they didn't take the risk, they would only slowly perish in the end.

The heavy burden ultimately fell on the shoulders of the young girl, who was from a collateral branch of the Shen family, but had no choice but to step forward when the family was in trouble.

The final martial arts arena was designated by the Shen family as the starting point for the competition among the younger generation.

A martial arts competition for the young talents of the Shen family.

At the end of the competition, she will use a secret technique to reveal herself and cast an approving glance at the final victor. In order to convince the spies of those forces of the identity of the Human King, she is even asked to make the chlorine spirit light play the Dao zither at that time.

The girl's name was Shen Ji...

As a member of a collateral branch, her cultivation level was only at the Qi Refining stage, yet she was entrusted with such a great responsibility. This immense pressure even made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

When she was given this important task, her heart was pounding so fast that she felt uncomfortable all over.

Before Shen Ji stood an antique-looking zither, emanating an extraordinary aura.

This is an antique-style guqin (a seven-stringed zither), its body entirely black and glossy, adorned with exquisite patterns and textures. A piece of beautiful jade is inlaid on one side of the body, upon which is engraved an ancient poem in elegant and flowing calligraphy, the work of a refined scholar.

The strings of the guqin are distinct, and a gentle pluck produces a clear and melodious sound. The headstock is carved with a dragon's head, its mouth open as if breathing in the essence of heaven and earth. The tailstock is carved with a phoenix, its tail feathers so lifelike they seem to be dancing gracefully.

The craftsmanship of this guqin is exquisite, with every detail handled perfectly. The wood used for the body is a legendary material, possessing the power to unleash profound wisdom with a mere touch.

As Shen Ji looked at the guqin, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, uncontrollably. Although there were still several days before the performance, she couldn't help but feel worried and afraid.

Because she knew that the guqin had never paid any attention to her.

As her heart beat faster and faster, she even began to breathe heavily.

Right now, she's under too much pressure from the expectations placed upon her...

Surrounding her were all the magical treasures given to her by the Shen family.

There were magical artifacts that concealed her cultivation level, some that helped her resist the oppressive force, some that created a powerful aura, and some that prevented people from peeping.

Each of these magical treasures was enough to kill her, and much of the pressure came from them, but even more so from the chlorine-infused spiritual light of the Daoist zither.

Just as she felt her chest tightening and her vision dimming, her eyes began to glaze over.

Suddenly, a green light flickered...

A clear, crisp sound entered her mind.

"Little brat, your heartbeat is so annoying!"

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