Upon the golden lotus, the White Jade Capital official raised the command flag high.
Everyone in the arena fixed their eyes firmly upon that small flag.
This was the fourth round.
For the Violet Qi Literary Dynasty, every round after the second was match point.
For the Eastern Domain Immortal Dynasty, every round after the second was a desperate fight for survival.
In the third round, Ji Qianling had forcibly turned the tide with an unbelievable command of the Dao of Calculation, injecting a shot of strength into the Eastern Domain Immortal Dynasty at death's door. But what of the fourth round?
The fourth round was Music Dao.
The White Jade Capital official said, "Fourth round, Music Dao! Let the zither platform begin!"
As the command flag fell, the central Dao platform suddenly changed, transforming into the shape of an ancient zither.
From the golden lotus petal of the Violet Qi Literary Dynasty came the sound of a zither, its melody long and flowing. Amid that lingering music, a middle-aged scholar rose upon the zither, his bearing incomparably elegant and distinctive. The moment he appeared in the air, beneath his feet seemed to stretch an autumn wind over ten thousand li.
On the Eastern Domain Immortal Dynasty's side, the sound of a flute arose. A Ten Thousand Li Spring River formed a bridge, connecting the Eastern Domain Immortal Dynasty to the central Dao platform.
Lin Su walked upon the river, a long flute in hand.
Two melodies, two scenes.
On the left lay autumn light across ten thousand li of vast wilderness; on the right, a river of spring water unfolded boundless motion.
Merely the opening had displayed the grace and charm of Music Dao to the fullest.
Music Dao was the branch of literary cultivation people truly loved to