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A World Worth Protecting

By the year 3029 CE, Earth's technology has developed rapidly, borders no longer exist, and Earth has been unified, marking the beginning of the era of the Federation. At that time, a huge sword flew from the heavens, piercing the sun and causing a huge sensation on Earth. Perhaps because the scabbard of the sword was already in tatters, countless shards have broken off from it following the collision with the sun and spread across the universe. Many of these shards have landed on various places across Earth. With the arrival of the bronze sword and its shards, a new unlimited energy source has suddenly appeared on Earth. This energy source has since been named Spirit Qi. Spirit Qi is like air, thick in some places and thin in others. As the Federation and other factions gather more shards, they discover more information on cultivation, pill refinement, Spirit Stone refinement, and other techniques. The words on the shards have an ancient feel to them, making it a trend for people to use ancient language. The appearance of Spirit Qi rapidly makes the original energy sources obsolete and has completely changed people's lives. Not only has the Spirit Internet been formed, Spirit Qi has also changed the course of Human Civilization, causing the world to enter a civilization of cultivation. This would later come to be known as the Spirit Inception Era.

Er Gen · Huyền huyễn
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Chapter 1379, Different Sedan Chairs (fourth update)

While Wang Baole was immersed in his three melodious notes, the notes formed from the two hundred notes stacked together in his body formed a slight distortion in the surroundings. It was like a force field, very special.

Wang baole naturally noticed it as well. He took it out, looked at it, and put it back. His focus now was on the three notes. The only regret was that there were too few notes, and he was unable to form a melody.

It’s alright. With my talent in comprehension, I’ll be able to form the notes after a few more rounds of the Blue Music Fish School. Wang Baole’s spirits rose when he thought of how his melody path was burning like a fire of hope, he had an inexplicable sense of confidence.

When he had first come into contact with the red-dressed woman in his original form, Wang Baole’s understanding of the law of listening was that of music. It was the same even after he had arrived at the chord sect. It was the same with what he had learned.