The Civilization's Last Song, the Torch Passed into Their Hands
Definition the spine, the Prayer Platform.
After more than ten days of exploration, Definition most of the Primal Monster on the spine had been contained.
Even the "Source of Extreme Cold" abandoned by the Ice Imprisoned Clan was unexpectedly discovered and taken away by a player, appearing at the Dream Island auction the very next day.
The Berserk that Definition the spine for countless years have lost their source and are showing signs of weakness.
The cold wind no longer cuts like a knife, the snowflakes have become sparse, and the sunlight shines through the cracks in the snow, illuminating the ancient buildings that have been frozen for so long.
At this moment, the area around the previously deserted Prayer Platform Altar once again crowded with players.
Three hours ago, the "Phantom Poems Team" announced on the Forum that they would attempt to crack the Space Passage of the Prayer Platform today.
This news spread rapidly.
The live stream room was bustling with activity.
The number of players who were curious, skeptical, or simply wanted to watch the drama unfold surged.
The popularity of related discussion posts on the Forum has been rising at an astonishing rate.
Most players didn't have high hopes for this attempt.
The Phantom Poems team did not provide a detailed explanation of how to crack the code on the Forum, so their conjectures are related to some of the ideas previously proposed on the Forum.
It is generally believed that destroying the Altar is easy, but opening the subspace connected to the Altar is as difficult as climbing a gate.
As for the Definition containment, there is absolutely no possibility of it.
The Definition is the God Realm, the embodiment of the Origin Source Rules. Even the strongest Player Camp Tu Hu, has only just touched the threshold of Demigod. The gap between them is difficult to bridge in a short time.
As for cracking the techniques, that's equally difficult.
The Huan Yin Clan once used the strength of the entire clan to build three Prayer Platform. If players want to use their skills, they need to thoroughly understand the Huan Yin Clan's musical knowledge, which will take several years of effort. It would be easier to wait until the clan is stronger and then directly incorporate them.
"This is too difficult. It's supposedly sponsored by the Gold Coin Merchant Association, but they can't create the Phantom Gold Coin Merchant Association Huan Yin Clan's musical instruments in such a short time. What are we going to do?"
"Stop arguing, just watch. Since you posted it on the Forum, it means you're confident."
"I think it's possible. The gap between players is bigger than the gap between a human and a dog. Look at the Newbie Rankings every year; there are always geniuses flying in the sky. So don't use ordinary thinking to judge the abilities of top players."
"I'm afraid it's impossible. I read many Forum analysis posts, and they all thought it was unfeasible."
Amidst the clamor of discussion, several silver-blue streaks pierced through the thin clouds and glided in.
On the back of the lead Sky Ray, Wind Speech wore a plain-colored robe, her long light blue hair tied back, revealing a well-defined jawline and emerald green eyes.
Ignoring the gazes from all around him and the lively discussions in the live stream, he Control the sky to descend, landing smoothly on a relatively flat ice field in front of the Prayer Platform.
She leaped lightly, leaving shallow footprints on the frosty ground.
He raised his head and looked at the circular Altar in front of him.
The pale boulder stood silently in the dim light. Intricate musical runes flickered on the circular stone wall, while the rotating "Sacrifice" black hole above remained open, radiating the afterglow of energy.
The ice pool in the center of the Altar had melted, reflecting the dark sky.
Wind Speech's gaze swept over the Altar, then over the dense crowd of players surrounding it, before finally settling on his own.
He took a deep breath of the cold air and stepped onto the ancient Stone Steps leading to the center of the Altar.
As the boots made contact with the stone surface and began to climb, the noisy discussions around the Altar immediately subsided, and only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the ruins could be heard.
He walked to the edge of the ice pool and stood still.
Looking around, the circular stone wall tilted slightly inward, and the runes on the wall danced in his eyes.
He closed his eyes, blocking out all external information.
In his Perception world, there was only the Altar and eighteen musical notes arranged in a specific sequence in his mind.
Her long, light blue hair was whipped about by the cold wind, her robes clung tightly to her back, and her emerald green eyes became resolute at this moment.
The three Law Beasts have been released from the pet space. The Frost Law Beast is curled up next to the stone seat on the left, its body covered in condensed ice flowers. The Shadow Law Beast has disappeared into the shadows on the right, while the Storm Law Beast is circling behind it, with air currents flowing along its wings.
Yuezhou, Remnant Scroll, and the others stood solemnly at the bottom of the steps.
Wind Speech's hands hung naturally at his sides, and the Origin Source power of the Verity Series system within his Star Vein Slot began to surge.
Like a sleeping stream being awakened, it spreads along the meridians to every part of the body.
He Perception the different musical notes represented by each type of Monster Soul force.
The majesty of Antilanguage, the gentleness of words, the swiftness of commands—fifteen distinct energies flowed orderly within him.
The next second, Wind Speech's figure suddenly changed.
A pale blue aura emanated from his body, his bones cracked slightly, his form lengthened, his skin was covered with a layer of fine silver-blue energy scales, and his fingertips transformed into sharp claw blades. He was the first to switch to the "Word Spirit" form of the Verity Series.
"It's starting!" Remnant Scroll shouted in the team chat.
Wind Speech opened his mouth, and no physical sound came out, but an invisible wave spread out from his body.
This is the rhythm of the Huan Yin Clan, bypassing the medium of air and directly using Mental Energy as a carrier to penetrate the patterns on the Prayer Platform.
The pale silver spiral patterns were touched by this fluctuation and slowly lit up, like sleeping Stars lighting up one by one, spreading along the veins of the stone platform.
In the live stream, the chat paused briefly before erupting into discussion. "Holy crap? What was that sound? I don't think I heard anything, but I feel like I heard something in my head. It's so amazing!"
"Ah, why the monster form? I get it now. Back then, the Huan Yin Clan probably used the voices of the Primal Monster to create the code, right?"
"Interesting. Mental rhythm. It seems their team has discovered something that hasn't been discussed on the Forum."
On the Prayer Platform, the form of the Wind Speech began to change at a gradually faster pace.
The Origin Source form of the Word Spirit faded away, transforming into the "Origin Source Laws" covered with cyan-green patterns. The melody changed accordingly, becoming gentle yet full of power.
"Waaah~."
Under the Control of the Wind Speech, the Frost Law Beast let out a low groan, and an icy blue accompaniment blended into the main melody. The two energies intertwined and accurately hit the first pattern node next to the groove.
This scene left nearby players, and even those watching the live stream, completely dumbfounded.
With the Origin Source form and Control, the onlookers gradually understood how this team intended to crack the code.
At this moment, Wind Speech restrained the power of the Origin Source Law, switching to the "Antilanguage- Origin Source" form. Its figure disappeared into the dim light, and its music became low and obscure, like a secluded alley in the dead of night.
Upon seeing this, the Shadow Beast immediately emitted a sound, neutralizing the excessive energy of the Frost Law Beast, and the chaotic patterns and light gradually stabilized.
This series of actions was executed flawlessly and in a very short time, yet it left players who could understand it holding their breath.
Their multitasking performance truly exceeded their expectations.
"This guy's ability to adapt on the spot is just too amazing." A nearby Detailed Study Faction who had also studied the Phantom Sound Code muttered to himself, his eyes filled with astonishment.
Through a fragment of Remnant Scroll found in a circle, he learned that the Wind Speech was played by switching between Origin Source forms.
I thought that the Wind Speech's ability to smoothly switch Origin Source forms was already the limit, but I didn't expect it could also fine-tune the Beast's accompanying vocals in real time.
As the performance continued, the wind in the sky grew stronger, the snow was dispelled by the light of the Prayer Platform, and the patterns on the surface of the stone platform lit up one by one, forming a huge circular magic circle that enveloped the Wind Speech and the three Law Beasts.
The Wind Speech changed forms more and more frequently, with fifteen Origin Source forms appearing in turn: silver-blue, cyan-green, dark purple, and golden yellow. Each change was accompanied by a dramatic shift in the melody, yet the transitions were seamless.
Under the influence of their Control abilities, the three beasts seemed to be guided by invisible lines, precisely emitting accompanying sounds at each point. The crispness of frost, the depth of shadows, and the fury of storms—all blended perfectly with the main melody of the Wind Speech, forming a complex and fantastical symphony.
Inside the live stream, the tone of the comments gradually shifted.
"Holy crap, we've already lit up the tenth note on the Altar! Is this a one-shot kill? And we didn't mess it up?"
"The analyses from the Forum's experts are indeed only for reference. There are many silent experts who don't speak up much on the Forum. I've never heard of this Wind Speech before, and the same goes for Tu Hu Slayer. He was unknown before becoming Demigod, and when he first Demigod, he was heavily criticized on the Forum, who thought it was all just luck. But he's been in the dungeon for thousands of years."
"Are the Light Spirit Clan's talents really that overpowered? The Greenwood Clan's innate player talents were also amazing last time, and this one is similar; ordinary players simply can't achieve that."
"It looks like we're about to witness history again. Keep it up, boss!"
Players who were initially pessimistic began to fall silent, and more and more players felt that this attempt might be feasible.
Some people took screenshots to record the moment the form changed, while others analyzed the rhythm and melody frame by frame, and the popularity of the live stream continued to rise.
When the seventeenth syllable sounded, the Wind Speech switched to their final Origin Source form: the Origin Source proverb.
Surrounded by a golden halo, the sound element form Divine Might, and the music became deep and powerful.
The three Law Beasts simultaneously emitted their strongest accompanying sounds, and the energies of the three attributes intertwined with the power of the Origin Source Proverb, converging towards the groove in the center of the stone platform.
"Now, the eighteenth syllable!" Remnant Scroll shouted excitedly in the team channel.
Wind Speech suddenly opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils bursting with dazzling light. He released all the spiritual power in his body without reservation, completely merging with the accompaniment of the three law beasts.
The eighteenth syllable resounded like a thunderclap, creating a spiritual resonance that echoed in the minds of every player present.
The recess in the center of the Prayer Platform then burst forth with dazzling light.
A silver beam of light, pulsating with countless musical notes, shot straight into the sky, piercing through Definition raging wind and snow on the back of the sky and illuminating the entire heavens.
Beneath the stone platform, a tiny Spatial Rift slowly unfolded, its depths glowing with a soft purple light—a spatial tunnel leading directly to the sealed treasure vault of the Huan Yin Clan.
The live stream room erupted in cheers, with a dense barrage of comments covering the entire screen. There were no more doubts, only amazement and cheers.
"It's open! It's really open! Wind Speech Fengshen, this move is incomprehensible, but it's definitely awesome."
"All the Forum analysis posts have been proven wrong. Everyone said that the Player Camp definitely couldn't be unlocked at the moment, but what's happening now?"
"As expected, our Player Camp is full of hidden talents; there are always masters who can forge unexpected paths."
"I'm so envious! They're going to make a fortune right now. With all the contributions from those fellow villagers in the lottery, they're going to be rich. I really want to go in and take a look. It would be even better if I could get a share."
"Nobody should touch the Gold Coin Merchant Association's projects. Anyone who dares to try and steal them now is probably asking for trouble in the Player Camp. I'll be the first to object."
Besides the live stream, the Forum's original pessimistic posts were instantly flooded with celebratory posts.
Players of the Light Spirit Clan celebrated wildly in the comments section, their pride overflowing.
As a minor race on Earth, they have always been unable to hold their heads high among players of other races. They lack the Greenwood Clan's talent for cultivating Spirit Plant, the Earth's native Human's vast land resources, and the Lunar Moon Eclipse Clan's powerful technology—they live a meager existence, relying entirely on Bricklayer for resources in the game to make a living.
The musical talent passed down through generations in the clan is utterly useless in reality; it can't even be exchanged for a cookie.
They used to envy other ethnic groups whose talents could be transformed into tangible benefits, and even privately complained that their own ethnic group's talents were too useless, leaving them as a "useless minority" in the eyes of others.
Although they call other races "stinky outsiders" online, they still have an inferiority complex deep down.
At this moment, watching Wind Speech, relying on the musical affinity of the Light Spirit Clan, control the Origin Source Form and resonate with the Law Beast, forcefully breaking through the cognitive barriers of the Player Camp and opening the subspace treasure trove that even the Forum experts asserted was untouchable, a surge of intense emotion welled up in the hearts of all the Light Spirit Clan players.
His talent, once ridiculed as "all show and no substance," and his innate musical Perception, suddenly shone with a light that shocked all the players.
Their people stand on the Prayer Platform that Definition their spine, becoming figures admired by all players across the server.
In the comments section, a player from the Light Spirit Clan left a message brimming with undisguised pride. "Who says we Light Spirit Clan are useless? The Wind Speech God relies on the innate talent of our race!"
"I used to think that music was useless, but now I realize that we just hadn't found a place to use it."
"I understand. We, the Light Spirit Clan, should follow the path of the Verity Series Monster Soul. This system perfectly matches our talents. I get it."
They spontaneously organized a guard team to protect the Prayer Platform, preventing any players from disturbing Wind Speech's exploration of the treasure vault, and felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.
This pride has nothing to do with the treasure trove of resources, but only because Wind Speech has shown the entire server that the Light Spirit Clan's musical talent is not a useless talent, but an unparalleled talent that can shake the rules and pave the way forward.
The inferiority and embarrassment of the past have transformed into the glory of sharing the same bloodline as "Wind Speech".
This sense of pride spread through the Forum and live streams, reaching the hearts of every Light Spirit Clan player.
On the Prayer Platform, the light gradually faded, and Wind Speech's form returned to human shape. He stumbled and almost fell, but Yuezhou stepped forward in time to support him.
His face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He was slowly recovering through breathing, but his eyes were full of excitement.
The three beasts nestled at his feet, their life force waning.
"We... successfully," Wind Speech said softly, then a bright smile spread across her face.
"You've worked hard." Yuezhou supported Wind Speech's arm, then continued, "Let's recover first. Although the treasure vault is open, the situation inside is still unclear, so there's no rush to set off."
At that moment, Remnant Scroll quickly stepped forward and handed over a bottle of shimmering white recovery potion.
Wind Speech took the potion and drank it down in one gulp. The sweet liquid slid down his throat, and a warm current quickly spread throughout his body, gradually calming the chaotic energy within him. "Don't praise me," he said. "I was able to do this thanks to the musical diagrams that you guys disassembled, Brother Remnant Scroll, and the Sacrificial Power and resources provided by the Merchant Guild. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to master the switching of the Origin Source Form so quickly." He spoke sincerely, not taking all the credit, and then smiled as he looked at the opened Space Passage: "I don't want anything when we explore the treasure vault later. If I can open a 17- Star Vein Slot, I've already received my reward in advance."
Upon hearing this, Yuezhou chuckled and said, "Don't rush, there's another big gift inside for you----."
After a short rest, the group stepped into the crevice one by one, feeling the flickering light and shadows ahead, and being enveloped by an invisible force.
When their vision cleared, everyone froze in place, utterly shocked by the sight before them.
This is a secret realm that seems to float in the universe.
Countless translucent elemental notes float here; a gentle touch creates ripples of energy, and faint, ethereal sounds echo in the ears, reaching straight to the soul.
Looking out, endless musical notes intertwine to form a dreamlike Star Sea.
Between the Star Sea of musical notes, countless crystalline bubbles float, each containing a dazzling array of resources.
Clearly, the Huan Yin Clan's Sacrifice lottery system is connected to these bubbles.
As Wind Speech walked ahead, he subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching a passing pale blue musical note, which gently swirled around his fingertips.
Upon closer inspection, the musical note turned out to be a level 3 Energy Crystal.
At the same time, the already buzzing live stream chat exploded, with exclamations and envy practically bursting off the screen. "Holy crap, what kind of magical treasure trove is this? The screen is filled with musical note crystals, and the resources in those bubbles... my eyes are practically popping out of my head. It's true, if you really want to get rich quick, you need skill."
"This is a real windfall; the musical note crystals are probably worth hundreds of millions of Sacrificial Power."
I'm curious how they'll allocate the funds—if possible, please include me.
"I'm so envious! Why am I not part of this team?"
"The floating colorful musical notes are so beautiful! This is what a relic of a civilization should look like. The treasure trove I found last time was just a few big chests, nothing compared to this."
The live stream's popularity instantly soared to the top of the entire server, with countless players flooding in.
After a brief moment of shock, the people inside the treasure vault gradually calmed down and began to search for and analyze the Sound Momentum mentioned in the introduction.
Just then, Yuezhou's voice rang out. "Here!"
Everyone looked up and followed the sound.
Their gaze passed through countless pulsating musical note crystals, and they saw a palm-sized musical note imprint floating there. It was golden-red all over, with illusory sound patterns engraved on its surface. A continuous stream of sound energy emanated from the imprint, and even the floating musical notes around it were slowly rotating around it, like stars surrounding the moon.
"Let's go." Yuezhou took the lead.
Seeing this, Wind Speech and the others followed suit.
Passing through layers of musical note crystals, the light emanating from the Imprint of Sound became even more dazzling in my eyes.
Upon approaching, everyone activated their analytics tools to scan the area.
Immediately, relevant information surfaced in my mind.
[Sound Momentum (Pseudo-Rule Imprint)]:
Status: Complete.
Target Introduction: The last Great Sound of the Huan Yin Clan, the Listener of Heaven, poured out the last light of civilization, fused his lifelong understanding of music, and used his own spiritual origin as fuel to condense and refine it. It combines the ultimate understanding of the concept of "sound" and the rules of "rhythm", and contains the effects of complex Pseudo-Rule such as sound wave penetration, rhythmic resonance, rhythmic disturbance, and the realm of sound.
Special Guidance: This mark carries the final lament and obsession of a vanished civilization. Only those who truly understand "music" can attempt to bear it and forge their own unique path of sonic power.
After reading the analysis, the team channel Deathly Stillness.
The barrage of comments in the live stream experienced a brief pause.
Then came an even more Berserk torrent of information.
At the very front of the group, Yuezhou took a deep breath, reached out, and firmly grasped the floating golden-red brand.
The most precious thing in the treasure vault is in my hands.