The palaces of the Holy Hall stood far above the palaces of mortal emperors. As the master of a palace, she had guided the world like an immortal—when had she ever been reduced to such straits?
She suddenly felt that, before the man in front of her, whatever she did would be wrong.
If she stopped him, the Music Palace might well be destroyed beyond repair.
If she did not stop him, this brat would preach the Dao on the spot. Empowered in return by the force of that preaching, the Dao Platform beneath his feet would rise step by step, perhaps even reaching the same height as Music Peak.
That prospect was so terrifying it was ten times worse than the destruction of the Music Palace!
Because it meant he was contending for the Dao with the Music Saint—and matching her stroke for stroke!
Either outcome was more than the Music Palace Master could bear. Yet in the instant she hesitated, the Nine-Ranked Dao Platform beneath Lin Su's feet soared all the way upward to the exquisite music of Smiling Proudly in the Jianghu...
Until it stood completely level with Music Peak!
At that very moment, the tune of Smiling Proudly in the Jianghu abruptly ceased, and the image of preaching in the air vanished entirely.
By the lake, in the void, and a hundred miles away, the literary cultivators watching this scene had the flutes in their hands disappear. Their eyes could finally move again, and their minds could finally begin to turn. Every one of them felt as if they had drunk rich wine, utterly exhilarated.
Then, all at once, they were startled. The Dao Platform beneath Lin Su's feet stood level with Music Peak. Dressed in white, Lin Su stood atop the platform, gazing into the