Myriad Daos of the Universe

"What Myriad Transformations Immortal Melody? I'll smash your lousy zither and see what you'll play then!"

The sword Shan Chunqiu unleashed with all his strength was indeed boundlessly powerful, making all six realms tremble for an instant. The giant bird beside him, which was struggling to fend off the three-person assault on his behalf, could not help feeling a little emotional—

Were you putting on an act for me just now, kid?

In contrast, Adam plucked the strings. The music seemed faint and indistinct, yet the resonance with the Great Dao it stirred was not weak in the slightest. Layer upon layer of ripples swept forth, and Shan Chunqiu's sword radiance melted smoothly into them, turning into a shower of light that drifted in every direction.

For a moment, the lightless Ninth Heaven seemed to be graced by an aurora, or perhaps the wondrous sight of dust scattering seven-colored light beneath illumination. The breathtaking scene made Sha Qianmo's eyes gleam.

Yet when Shan Chunqiu saw it, every hair on his body stood on end. He abruptly turned and retreated a great distance.

Adam watched him calmly, his hands continuing to move. The heavenly music of the Great Dao, faint and indistinct at first, gradually became louder and grander until it filled the entire Ninth Heaven.

As the music swept through, the Di Xian Umbrella dissipated into a rain of light. The Sword of Compassion dissipated into a rain of light. Shan Chunqiu and the giant bird alike turned into scattered showers of light amid the ripples.

This was the divine ability Adam had created in a sudden flash of inspiration while diligently practicing—eating, drinking, playing, and having fun—over the years: the Myriad Transformations Immortal Melody.

Of course, this was the method of performing it through music, using the Dao music