Child of Destiny

Aura of grievance!

Aura of desolation!

Wisps of erhu melody resounded across the plains outside Chaoge City.

The million-strong army brought by Martial King Ji Fa had all sunk into this sorrowful artistic conception, unable to extricate themselves.

Even the third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect were tormented by this sorrowful artistic conception and found themselves unable to launch an attack on Wang Ming.

Yang Jian, the most stunning among the third-generation Chan Sect disciples, had his magical power thrown into disarray by Wang Ming's words, and he hovered on the verge of deviation.

"What do you mean by conspiracy?" Yang Jian mustered his spirit and asked Nameless in the distance.

Nameless, who was playing the erhu beneath the gate tower of Chaoge City, smiled faintly upon hearing this and asked:

"Do you want to know?"

"Naturally!" If Yang Jian had been able to beat Nameless at that moment, he definitely would have gotten up and knocked a huge lump on Nameless's head.

Nameless nodded and then said, "Heaven's secrets must not be revealed!"

"Cough, cough!!!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian was immediately driven by the turbulent magical power within his body into a fit of violent coughing.

Jiang Ziya finally could not bear it any longer. He produced a small yellow banner from his hand and tossed it up into the sky.

The small yellow banner instantly released ten thousand golden lotuses, which formed a golden wall of light in front of the Xiqi army, weakening the sorrowful, desolate, and grieving artistic conception of Nameless.

Only the purest sorrowful erhu string music passed through the barrier composed of the golden lotuses, while any magic-related energy within the sound waves was completely isolated outside.

Nameless frowned slightly (1`1), the hand playing the erhu pausing for a fraction of a second