Chapter 1218: The Most Beautiful Melody, The Arrival of the Sage

At this moment, Mingwen Shangren was on an extraordinary planet. Having taken elixir pills, he had already become a deity.

Does what I've cultivated truly have meaning?

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression pale and bleak.

He looked at the formidable enemy before him, gripping his beloved partner's hand.

"Qin'er, I've failed you."

Mingwen Shangren gave a bitter smile. "Back then, your talent was exceptional, and you ascended first. You were taken by our sect's Seventh Ancestor, Immortal Lingming from the Upper Realm. Unexpectedly, that scoundrel, disrespecting his age, humiliated sect juniors and forcibly took you as his cauldron. I swore I'd rescue you, but I never imagined..."

"You ascended so quickly because you used external aids, didn't you?"

The pale-faced woman remained silent, gazing into the distance.

"Yes, I obtained elixir pills, cultivated for a period, and as soon as I received permission to leave, I came immediately," he replied.

Their Upper Realm was home to several Grand Immortals whose existence transcended the rules of the cosmos. Each year, they drew ascended deities who had broken through on various planets.

Now, he had plotted against Immortal Lingming, the sect's Seventh Ancestor, intending to take Qin'er away, but he hadn't expected to be discovered.

Around them stood many deities, and above them, an Enlightened Being looked down.

"This deity... they forced their growth, relying on technological methods to break through, didn't they?"

"Such beings, these tech-based deities, are the weakest. Their cultivation isn't self-achieved!"

"These deities may be weak in direct combat, but their technology is powerful. They are essentially deity-scientists, manipulating mysterious machinery and Dao artifacts with terrifying destructive power!"

"That describes them, but this one before us is incredibly weak at the same cultivation level and possesses no knowledge of machinery."

"How pitiful. He forcibly raised his cultivation with external means just to rescue his partner. I've also heard of that Immortal Lingming; he's a scoundrel who even harms his own sect's juniors." Some deities felt pity, but alas, killing here would violate the dignity of a Ninth-Tier Enlightened Being, making death inevitable.

"We... we're going to die here."

Mingwen Shangren suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

He had excellent talent, once the most powerful being on this planet, at the peak of the Seventh Tier.

Previously, he thought he had stumbled upon an immense opportunity, barely managing to join the mysterious Immortal Sect, where he was considered at the very bottom. Not to mention the village woman and Old Man Fang, even Emperor Zhaowen, a mortal emperor, had better aptitude than him.

Yet, he had always believed it was an extraordinarily powerful immortal fate, even though his cultivation had always revolved around a strange musical score that hadn't increased his combat power in the slightest.

But after he left the planet, saw the outside world, and ventured forth to gain experience, he realized how ridiculous he had been and gradually began to doubt himself.

Their sect didn't even cultivate realms; they only improved by taking elixir pills.

In fact, apart from him, everyone else was a mortal who didn't even know how many cultivation realms existed, constantly studying those other musical scores.

And that musical score offered no help to their cultivation. Coupled with external forces boosting their realms, their combat power was indeed unimaginably weak.

"We're going to die," Mingwen Shangren sighed. "It's my fault for neglecting my cultivation; otherwise, this wouldn't have happened..."

"It's alright," the woman said, shaking her head with a smile. "Haven't you been researching the so-called musical scores all these years? Since this is our end, you can play us a farewell, so your many years of study won't have been in vain."

Mingwen Shangren's face turned ashen, and he nodded.

He thought about taking out the virtual Dao artifact he had earlier, but then dismissed the idea, directly retrieving the colorful glazed pearl he had been given.

Every disciple could obtain one, but since he was at the bottom in terms of skill, he was only allocated a single one.

"Listen," he said, "this piece contains all the knowledge I've accumulated over a thousand years." He grasped the marble high and tossed it upwards.

*Smash.*

The marble shattered.

Just before dying, he entered an unprecedented ethereal state, profound and mysterious. All his lifelong learning became crystal clear. Death, resentment, fear — he imbued all these emotions into this seed, making it bloom like a flower.

A brilliant, magnificent vortex of explosion swept forth.

Countless ringing sounds transformed into an unprecedented, terrifying wave that surged outward.

This was the most unimaginably beautiful music, with crisp clinking sounds like myriad stars under a bright moon, dots of a magnificent galaxy, and notes that leaped like moonlight spirits.

The melody carried an eerie quality of blood.

The next second, the surrounding deities instantly dissipated into a circle of shattered ripples. Even the Enlightened Being could only let out a final scream, exclaiming in horror, "Creation of Heaven and Earth... you are..."

When they came to their senses, the dried blood on the ground had already congealed into black.

Even the entire extraordinary world had turned into nothingness.

"This... this piece of yours?" The woman turned around in astonishment, looking at Mingwen Shangren.

A deity, at their realm, slaughtering several Grand Immortal Enlightened Beings and countless other deities—this was an event unprecedented throughout history, beyond imagination or belief.

A single melody, a world's end!

Mingwen Shangren was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.

What exactly had he been cultivating? It clearly had no power, not even a cultivation system, yet how could it...

He felt the universe's repulsion, as if something alien had been born.

The woman no longer asked questions. They both remained frozen in place for a long time.

After a while longer, she finally spoke, "It seems I've been gone for too long; much has happened. In your sect, how many people are there like you?"

"I'm the weakest; I joined midway," he stammered. "The others are mortals who aren't even clear about cultivation realms. Unlike me, they are pure-minded and incredibly serious, genuinely believing this is the true path to immortality. Their skill levels are already infinitely greater than mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, they froze again for a moment.

Suddenly, the air trembled.

An ancient Saint tore through space and descended.

It was an ancient woman whose voice seemed to come from primeval times. "I, the Saint of all beings, established destiny for post-natal life, severing other karmic energies, yet *He* could not be hidden from me..."

"Tell me, where is He?"

Both of them trembled, looking at the ancient woman before them.

This was the oldest Saint from the dawn of creation, the Mother of All Things, Nü Yi.

At this moment, she was nearing the end of her decay, yet she was incredibly agitated, her expression filled with an unspeakable joy, as if she had perceived the ultimate truth of the world.

"A Chaos Saint has descended!"

The two fell into a daze again, their minds completely blank amidst the ruins! Everything that had just erupted was too unbelievable; they had never imagined that the oldest Saint would personally arrive to see them.

The demise of an Enlightened Being's civilization was, for a transcendent Saint, merely an insignificant trifle, yet she had descended.

And the one she sought was that incredibly mysterious sect on a planet, the Heavenly Sound Sect.