Parting Sadness

Time passed.

There were still two days to go to reach the location of the small Mystic Nether Sect. The sky was filled with stars and was resplendent. The bright moonlight showered down like a curtain.

Starlight and moonlight blended and flowed across the world.

Amidst this scenery, the melodious sound of a flute rang out from a magic ship.

The tune was no longer broken but had a rhythm. It also contained a killing intent that was different from the tune played by Purple Mystic Fairy.

This intent came from a fast-paced melody, like spears and horses clashing. However, very soon, the tune changed again; as though the war had ended, after looking at the bones all over the ground, the survivors looked at the sky and had many doubts about the world.

The feeling of confusion grew. It was as though the person playing the flute had fused his thoughts into the flute and it continued to echo.