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Chapter 356: Writing the World
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Carrying Yu Sheng, Ye Futian walked up the mountain, stepping through the snow . He smiled bitterly and walked with difficulty . Compared to the pressure, the evil thoughts actually didn't affect him as much . He hadn't recovered completely but the Emperor's Will was still there . It was unwavering . The evilness wouldn't corrode him so easily .
Yu Sheng was sleeping like a slab of rock . He'd led Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian for so many days in his demonic state and then fought with the Arhat . He'd completely sapped his energy and was now unconscious . This was good too though . He wouldn't feel the evilness and could make it on Ye Futian's back .
"We're almost there . " Ye Futian looked up . The peak of Sky Mountain seemed to be right before him . The closeness was almost as if he could get there with one step . However, this was Sky Mountain .
He took another step, leaving a deep footprint in the snow . Snow continued falling but he couldn't feel any coldness . He let them fall on his body and head . He continued walking . It was difficult and slow, but he didn't give up . This was also Yu Sheng's determination . Earlier, he'd brought Ye Futian up the mountain even in his demonic state .
Hua Qingqing was still following behind them . Seeing this, she was quite impressed . She knew the pressure she was shouldering . How could Ye Futian continue with someone on his back? What was his will like?
The two continued one after another . Like snails, they crawled up, forgetting about the time and their fatigue .
Ye Futian felt numb . He didn't know how long he'd walked for . When he made his last step and walked to the peak, he felt dazed . Raising his head, he looked at the sky . It was still high up . White snow fell down from the atrium . He reached up and a snowflake fell onto his palm . A bright smile appeared as if all his worries were gone .
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The invisible pressure disappeared . Now, he felt so light . He was now at the border of the mountaintop . Looking back, he could see the entire world under him . The adrenaline from getting to the top rushed through him . It was rumored that there was an invisible force field around the peak . No one could get in directly .
Closing his eyes, Ye Futian exhaled . Then he turned and gazed at the scenery here . Snow covered the peak . Carrying Yu Sheng, he walked forward . There seemed to be two snowmen there . They sat with guqins in their laps . They seemed focused on playing the instruments .
Though they were only snowmen and Ye Futian couldn't see their faces, he still felt an extraordinary aura . The one on the left had long hair made of snow falling down his shoulder . His movements were filled with grace . Ye Futian could imagine the amazing feature, playing the instrument here . Ye Futian could recognize the other person at a glance .
It was Emperor Ye Qing .
Since this was Emperor Ye Qing, then the other person's identity was obvious too . It was Donghuang the Great, the master of the east .
The legends were true . It had been rumored that the two emperors had come and left their mark here . Presently, all statues of Emperor Ye Qing had been destroyed . It was valuable for his features to be preserved here .
Centuries ago, Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing had played their guqins here . They drank and sang, forcing back the Demon Bird together . But later, Donghuang the Great ruled the world while Emperor Ye Qing disappeared . What had happened after the two ruled the world?
Setting Yu Sheng down, Ye Futian bowed to Emperor Ye Qing's snow statue . He didn't know what their relationship was, but there was obviously something .
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When he bowed, his eyes fell somewhere . He walked up and brushed the snow away . He saw a gourd . It hadn't been buried deep in the snow . Had someone come here to drink while they were climbing the mountain?
Ye Futian felt shaken . He looked around but there was only endless snow in the vast space . No one was here .
Then who had drunk wine here? If someone had been here, what plane was he at? There didn't seem to be any bells on Sky Mountain either . Then where did the ringing come from?
Ye Futian looked to the two snow statues, feeling something . He activated Freedom Meditation . At that moment, he could make out two lively figures . Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing had come to life and entered his perception .
"Senior," Ye Futian called to Emperor Ye Qing's statue . Centuries ago, Emperor Ye Qing hadn't become emperor yet . He was younger than when Ye Futian had seen him on Mount Tianyao . He was unrestrained and free .
Donghuang the Great had very lively eyes . Black hair fell down his shoulders and he was very handsome . He had an aura that stood out . Ye Futian knew that he wasn't really looking at them . This was just a projection of their wills . They didn't exist anymore .
Music streamed into his mind . The guqins in their laps pulsed . Each music note imprinted in Ye Futian's mind and transformed into a musical piece . Right now, he had a hallucination . He seemed to have teleported and was listening to the two emperors play .
Ye Futian closed his eyes and the scene became clearer . He seemed to have time traveled to centuries ago . The two emperors were young and played this piece together at the mountaintop . They were united and vowed to live and die together .
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These two had been absolute geniuses and reached the pinnacle of the Divine Prefecture . What was the reason for what had happened? Was it because of power?
Ye Futian felt depressed . He opened his eyes and looked up at the snow-filled sky . Then he sat down . His guqin spirit appeared and he started to play .
Music notes pulsed as a graceful music streamed out . It was beautiful and unrestrained . The song traveled the world, taking care of rivalries and gratitude as needed . From the music, one could vaguely sense how the player had traveled the world with a sword in his youth . He lived freely but followed his own heart . He wanted to take revenge without being disturbed by the world .
As Ye Futian played, music notes actually emerged from the snow statues of Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great .
In the other direction, a beautiful figure reached the peak . Hua Qingqing had finally come . She looked over at Ye Futian and found him playing the guqin . Hua Qingqing loved music and was obsessed with the guqin . She naturally understood the mystery of the music . It was so beautiful and without any flaws . The artistic conception showed was pure and heavenly . She walked over towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, leaving footprints in the white snow .
A moment later, she was before the two . She looked hard at Ye Futian but didn't do anything . She didn't want to interrupt the music .
Ye Futian knew she was here, but he also didn't want to finish . The music notes kept appearing in his mind . His fingers strummed and sensed the thoughts of Donghuang the Great and Emperor Ye Qing at that time .
The beautiful music gradually changed, becoming darker with a tinge of sadness . A shadow fell over the unrestrained feeling . One could sense some struggles of one's heart . The pure heart was disturbed and unable to maintain its innocence . They struggled to break free . They were in pain, sadness, and anger . It snowed harder as if it could feel the sadness in the music too .
The image of the two emperors playing the guqin also appeared in Hua Qingqing's mind . As it streamed into her ears, her soul was shocked and completely dragged into the artistic conception .
She had struggled and thought hard while climbing the mountain too .
The music changed again . After the struggles and pain, everything returned back to normal . Their hearts were as calm as water and retained the purity . Snow danced in the air .
Hua Qingqing looked up . She obviously was familiar with guqins but had never heard such a perfect musical piece . Seeing the music notes jumping before her, she also sat down and released her guqin spirit . Her slender and beautiful fingers strummed the strings, playing with Ye Futian . There were harmony and resonance . The two emperors had played this song . With these two playing, the artistic conception grew stronger .
At the peak of Sky Mountain, the music that had crossed through time sounded amongst the snow . It was so beautiful .
From the calm music, they could feel the hearts of the two emperor's rise . They were as pure as before, keeping to their hearts . However, the music gradually sharpened and rose up . It wanted to sing loudly to the sky .
Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing unconsciously put all their spiritual energy into the music . Snow danced in the air as Spiritual Qi flowed wildly . That moment, the two could feel that the Sky Mountain had changed . Endless radiance shone down . Every snowflake was an artistic conception .
They could almost see the emperors playing music in the snow . Boundless radiance shone down from the sky, covering the entire mountain . Even more frightening than the artistic conception was the determination to reach the top .
The sonorous music contained the emperors' determination . The emperor's light glowed faintly around Ye Futian . He was completely immersed in the artistic conception .
At that moment, Ye Futian understood that, centuries ago, the two emperors had hardened their resolve to reach the top . They'd decided at the peak of Sky Mountain with this musical piece to rule the world!