Deep in the night, the hanging crescent moon, like an eyebrow or a hook.
Facing the sprawling darkness of the Southern Extreme Demon Lord across from Mount Qingping, the expression on the face of the peerless female crown sitting in meditation remained utterly undisturbed.
With a slap of her jade hand, the ancient guqin she had been cradling suddenly floated into the air.
The strings moved on their own accord, under the influence of the mystical forces atop Mount Qingping, and an odd musical tone abruptly rang out between heaven and earth.
As the strings vibrated and the sound resonated, they raised waves of awe and terror. Rings of bizarre radiance bloomed like ripples on water, confronting the fiercely pressing dark demonic domain in the sky.
Yue Qingping's robe sleeves lightly swept across, and immediately, the Heavenly Wind howled fiercely, and the streaming clouds furiously receded.