sjar Chapter 1882
Chapter 1882
The three of them were seething with anger, but since Qing Shanzi had already spoken, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush towards Qiu Zixian.
This time, he dared not underestimate it in the slightest—Gui Jian gripped the sword with both hands, the runes on the scabbard were fully lit, and the cyan spiritual light wrapped around the sword, even leaving fine streaks in the air.
Void Inquiry: Void cracks flickered around him, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.
Three crimson streaks appeared at Senior Sister Cang Yue's fingertips, and the light of her God-Slaying Finger was several times brighter than before, clearly indicating that she had revealed all her trump cards.
They were determined to fight in close combat—after all, Chen Xuan was too fast, but the purple-haired woman seemed to be better at ranged attacks. As long as they could get close, they would always find a chance to turn the tide.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Zixian smiled faintly.
She raised her hand and grasped at the void, and the pale purple demonic mist instantly condensed, transforming into a majestic throne—the throne was carved from dark golden immortal stone, with swirling demonic patterns engraved on the armrests, and countless tiny stardust embedded in the back, shimmering with light.
On the long table in front of the throne lay a nine-stringed zither, its body gleaming with a warm, jade-like light. The three divine pearls—red, orange, and yellow—embedded in the grooves, shone like three small suns, and even the strings shimmered with a faint purple light.
She lifted the hem of her purple gauze skirt and slowly sat on the throne, her posture languid yet exuding an aura of supreme dominance, like an empress wielding life and death. Her hands lightly rested on the strings of the zither, her jade-like fingers twitching slightly; the first string she plucked subtly resonated with the rhythm of a cultivator's mental sutra—
"Ding-dong-"
The moment the piano music ended, the air seemed to tremble.
The starlight swayed in the air, shaking the mist on the mountaintop into tiny specks of light, and even the eerie light in the corridor below flickered a few times.
As the three were rushing forward, they suddenly stopped upon hearing the sound of the zither.
The sword, Gui Jian, stopped in mid-air, and the spiritual light on its blade dimmed slightly.
The void rifts around him stopped moving, and his expression suddenly changed.
The crimson rainbow at Cang Yue's fingertips dimmed instantly. She clutched her chest abruptly, her eyes filled with terror: "It's Demonic Illusionary Sound! These strings... correspond to the Heart Sutra!"
"Retreat quickly!"
The Void Asked a roar, its hands forming a seal as if to cut off the music, but the music seemed to have a life of its own, drilling into its mind through its ears and binding its heart—
He could clearly feel his heart beating in rhythm with the music. The once steady beat became fast and slow, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and even the flow of blood was disordered.
Gui Jian gritted his teeth and channeled the divine and demonic power within his body, trying to resist the control of the zither music. But the more he struggled, the more erratically his heart pounded. The pain caused cold sweat to stream down his forehead, dripping onto his robes and leaving a small, dark stain.
Senior Sister Cang Yue's situation was even worse. She was already skilled in primordial spirit attacks and was even more sensitive to this kind of mind control technique. The sound of the zither entered her ears in less than three breaths, and her face went from flushed to pale. Her lips trembled, and she could barely stand.
"We can't fight her head-on!" Gui Jian gasped for breath, his voice hoarse. "Her Dao Realm is higher than ours; forcibly breaking free will damage our primordial spirit!"
But as soon as they finished speaking, the three of them felt a sharp pain in their chests.
Looking down, they saw hundreds of thin, hair-like purple threads emerging from the void, wrapping around their hearts, with some even penetrating their flesh, gleaming with an eerie light.
Meanwhile, Qiu Zixian, sitting on the virtual throne, was gently pulling on the dense purple threads with three jade fingers, a playful smile on her lips, as if she were manipulating a puppet.
"Show mercy!" Void asked, cold sweat streaming down his face, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency. "We're just sparring, there's no need to kill me, fellow Daoist!"
"Senior Sister! Don't trigger the threads!" Senior Sister Cang Yue panicked completely, even changing her form of address. "I admit defeat! I admit I'm inferior to you!"
Gui Jian gave a bitter smile, his gaze turning to Chen Xuan not far away, with a hint of pleading: "Brother Chen Xuan, please persuade your Daoist partner! If this continues, our hearts will be torn apart!"