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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
924 Chs

Chapter 165: The Powerful and Special Druid (Part 2)

And yet, his lower half had four limbs that touched the ground, much like the mythical centaurs from legend. But Ye Yinzhu was certain that this was not a centaur, because atop his head were two antlers with several branches. His entire skin was a faint green color, perfectly blending with the spirit of nature.

The one walking last didn't look human at all; it was a giant bird. Even with its wings folded, it stood over one and a half meters tall. Its sharp red eyes shone with a cold light. It was covered in dark blue feathers, and its beak, over a foot long, resembled a sharp short sword. Most distinctively, there were seven colorful feathers prominently above its head.

Seeing these four individuals, especially the strange bird at the end, for some reason, a strong sense of familiarity arose within Ye Yinzhu.