Traces of Mythology

When he had first arrived in this noble land to buy things from the Clam Girl, Qin Yi had heard about Qiu Niu's concert. At the time, he had found it amusing, but he had never considered taking part.

That alone showed that Qin Yi truly was not a musician or painter obsessed with such things. If it had been someone genuinely devoted to them, they would have wanted to participate badly enough to crack their own head open.

Back then, Ju Yunxiu had seen through his true nature at a glance and had never expected him to inherit the path of Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting. Music and painting had always been extracurricular interests to Qin Yi, not his fundamental Dao. Of course, having that interest was already good enough. At the very least, Ju Yunxiu had heard transcendence and open-mindedness in his flute, found the delight of meeting a kindred spirit, and gained an unexpected surprise.

Perhaps Qin Yi himself had never imagined that one day, he would approach a great demon of the Formless realm as a "musician."

Well... of course it was a demon. Dragons and phoenixes were demons, so Qiu Niu naturally was as well. They simply did not call it Formless; they called it Ancestor Saint. It meant the same thing. By now, Qin Yi could not even be bothered to emphasize the differing titles used by different cultivation systems. Whatever they called it, it was all the same.

In a daze, he recalled the time many years ago when he had just come down from the mountain. Liusu had said that whether he called it Phoenix Beginning and Qin Heart or Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment did not matter. He could call it whatever he liked; he could even call it the Fool Realm