in2ebook Chapter 359 The Flute and the Old Qin: Lingering Echoes (3)
Chapter 359 The Flute and the Old Qin: Lingering Echoes (3)
Everyone in the room knew that this was a short-sighted measure, merely treating the symptoms and not the root cause, but they had no other choice!
The most pressing issue right now is that this massive array remains only on paper.
No matter how many times Wei Wuxian and the others from the Tiangong Hall revised and deduced the plan, it was ultimately still a theoretical exercise.
To put it into practice in the real world, the first priority is to conduct a comprehensive survey of the actual environment of each selected array point location!
Then, the situation was truthfully reported to Wei Wuxian and the others, so that they could make adjustments according to the actual conditions and local circumstances, making it more suitable for the terrain and environment of each array point, and making the entire Myriad Things Birth Array more harmonious and perfect!
but……
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the elegant and spacious ceiling inside the room, as if they could see through the layers of obstacles and into the gray sky outside, which was blocked by the four corners of the room like a rock formation, filled with a desolate and ominous atmosphere of decay.
This made him think of the extremely dangerous environment outside the barrier, and his heart skipped a beat, a hazy redness appearing in his eyes.
At this moment, everyone seemed to have transcended time and space, arriving in the near future, and witnessing firsthand how one after another brave people, fearless of death, used their own flesh and blood to carve out a path in the perilous darkness so that later generations could successfully set up this unparalleled formation!
"!!" Wei Wuxian stared blankly at the thin, aged hand spread out in front of him, his eyes filled with suppressed pain and struggle. He bit down hard on the soft flesh of his cheeks with his white teeth, but he didn't utter a sound.
He was afraid that if he gave in, he would be forced by the current situation to agree to this righteous cultivator's request, and personally hand him and many others a ticket straight to the Yellow Springs!
After a long stalemate, the cultivator surnamed Yang smiled knowingly. His lips, which usually drooped into a serious arc, unexpectedly lifted into a faint and loving smile, and his tone was gentle and frank.
"Mr. Wei, please don't be too hard on yourself! Facing this..."
The world is about to be annihilated by a calamity, and you, Hanguang-jun, Zewu-jun, and Yinhuai-jun (a title I've created for Nie Huaisang), have done very well!
"Leave the rest to us old bones! It concerns the survival of all people in the world, and we have an inescapable responsibility!"
"Ah Ying, let's leave this first experiment to Fellow Daoist Yang and the others!"
As soon as Master Yang finished speaking in a kind but unquestionable tone, a soft yet persuasive female voice drifted from outside the gate.
Hearing the sound, I looked toward the gate that had been opened at some point. A Taoist priest, dressed in a long, gray-blue robe with embroidery of orchids and fragrant grasses in a darker shade of the same color on the hem and cuffs, walked slowly. His fair and jade-like hands held a seemingly inconspicuous whisk that actually shone with a hidden brilliance. He had a beautiful and dignified face and was about thirty years old.
Behind him were seven or eight men and women with different faces and different clothes, but all exuding the same calm yet authoritative aura, following closely with different strides.
As the group filed into the room, Song Lan, the last of the fierce corpses, carefully helped Xiao Xingchen, whose soul was as weak as a lone lamp in the rain, into the room.
This sudden change, though seemingly slow, actually happened in the blink of an eye. The Taoist who led the way had just finished speaking when they, including Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, entered the room. At the same time, the inexplicably open door silently and automatically closed.
"Master..."
"I've met the hermit!"
"The hermit of Baoshan is at peace! It is indeed the hermit who sees things clearly!"
Regardless of what they had planned to do beforehand, everyone present immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing the newcomer.
The gray-blue-robed Taoist—no, the hermit of Baoshan, who, ever since the outbreak of resentment, led his disciples out of the mountain to help everyone resist the resentment and evil spirits, but was often elusive—and several people behind him returned the greeting simultaneously.
Then, Baoshan Sanren cut to the chase, continuing the previous topic: "Wuxian, with the bigger picture at hand, don't act like children! Everyone has their own responsibilities! These kinds of frontline tasks should be left to us old folks!"
"As for you clever little ones, just stay in 'Liqi' and do what you're supposed to do!"
Baoshan Sanren, his calm, dark eyes, weathered by time, looked at Wei Wuxian with gentle yet loving eyes: "A-Ying, don't panic. Your master and fellow cultivators will follow behind and will do everything they can to ensure the safety of Fellow Daoist Yang and the others!"
Upon receiving the promise, Wei Wuxian's eyes stung, instantly filling with a bittersweet light.
Since the outbreak of resentment, far too many people and living beings have perished, far more than Wei Wuxian could imagine. It was as if giant mountains were pressing heavily on his heart!
In particular, the group of cultivators who had recently slipped away from their vigilance and died heroically outside the barrier were keeping him awake day and night!
If he were even more powerful, if he were truly as powerful as the rumors say, capable of moving mountains and seas, turning clouds into rain with a flick of his wrist, and being omnipotent, then could he simply blow away this unprecedented catastrophe with a single breath?
Would this prevent unnecessary deaths?
These strange and boundless hypotheses kept Wei Wuxian from having a moment's peace, and coupled with the grim situation, Wei Wuxian's nerves were like a longbow stretched to its limit, always maintaining an extremely tense state, not daring to relax even a little bit!
Now, Baoshan Sanren's words were like a gentle spring rain, slightly easing Wei Wuxian's extremely bad mental state and allowing him to regain some rationality, no longer sinking into inexplicable obsession!