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Zither Emperor

Nine-tiered zither notes shake the cosmos, who dares not know their master upon hearing? Rainbow-colored magic represents ranks, heroically raising the grand curtain. The Zither Emperor, bringing revolutionary changes to this continent. Accompanied by the emergence of the once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is born quietly in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers, pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet - the rainbow-grade becomes the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. A profession once considered as useless as chicken ribs, because of his emergence, becomes an immortal legend and myth. He, on the other hand, is like a dazzling new star making it impossible for anyone to ignore his radiance. Even the nearly invincible dragons cannot lift their arrogant heads in front of the Zither Emperor, for before them is someone god-like... Pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings, the rainbow-grade will become the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. Dragons are no longer invincible creatures, this will be a novel high with dragons. The Divine Music Master, a branch of the Spirit Mages, the most noble but useless profession on the Ryuzakinus Continent. But, is it really useless? The once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is quietly born in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers. But, is he really just the emperor of zithers?

Tang Jia San Shao · Fantasy
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1025 Chs

Chapter 154 The Second Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Demon (Part 2)_1

The ultimate goal of a Spiritual Mage's attack is to cause the opponent's spirit to collapse, to induce spiritual paralysis. Ye Yinzhu took a deep breath and gazed at the numerous Fergersons in front of him, beginning his performance.

His hands gently moved across the Haiyue Qinhui Zither, and the soft music of the zither began to rise quietly. A pale purple halo spread out from Ye Yinzhu's body, radiating in all directions without deliberate control. The gentle melody turned into wonderful rhythms, naturally flowing from the play of his eight fingers.

As the sound of the zither began, the surrounding illusions no longer concerned Ye Yinzhu; his heart had completely submerged into his own music. Ever since he started learning the zither, he had managed to retreat into a state where nothing existed outside of his music during performances.