The monkey felt around in his pocket and pulled out a suona.
He carefully wiped the dust from it with his monkey fur, took a deep breath, and played a suona tune for this land of blood and fire.
He had promised before to play the suona for the White Dragon—either in celebration or to send someone on their final journey.
Having just remembered that, he simply dedicated this tune to every living being here. Puffing out his cheeks, he blew with all his strength, pouring out unrestrained ease, desolation, tragedy, and soaring melody. The suona's distinctive piercing notes carried far, far away.
Countless Immortals, Demons, and Devils who had once fought here bathed in blood looked back.
A single suona melody moved even those fearless warriors, making them unconsciously slow their steps and stop to listen.
By then, Bai Yujun's long hair had returned to glossy black, and her dragon spear had once more become a Black Bracelet. The wounds on her body and her battered armor proved just how hard-won this battle had been.
Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she marveled at how gifted the monkey truly was with the suona.
She had taught him this piece only once.
In such a scene, the monkey's suona tune played out living, breathing tears.
The living heard countless flavors in their hearts, while the dead sighed and let go of their unwillingness.
Like a folk musician, the monkey squeezed his eyes shut and blew with all his might, utterly absorbed and deeply invested. He played the sorrow of parting he had felt in his heart. It truly answered that saying: either celebrate or set out on the road. Yet who knew the joys and sorrows, unions and separations within it?
From this moment onward.
The Primordial Immortal Realm's impression