The music of the qin gradually rose, cold and clear and melodious at first, then shifting into the howl of the north wind, sweeping up a thousand heaps of snow;
Then it changed again, like glaciers splitting apart, before finally becoming an eternal icebound silence where all sounds ceased.
The Jie Sect disciples within the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Formation, whether Huang Jingyuan, who advocated a forceful assault, or Chen Jizhen, who sought stability, At the instant the qin music rang out, they felt their minds go cold, as a great terror surged into their hearts.
They wanted to activate the Formation, bring out their Spirit Treasures, and use their divine abilities to flee.
Everything was already too late.
The qin music ignored the barrier of the Formation and the protective spiritual light around their bodies, resounding deep within each person's sea of consciousness;
And it produced a strange resonance with their own magic power and Dao Rhyme.
When the final clear, melodious, and desolate note rang out, then quietly faded into nothingness, the qin piece ended.
Within the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Formation, the rampaging Killing Intent froze in midair, and the churning Yin Qi stilled without moving.
The seventy-two Jie Sect disciples all maintained the posture of their final moment, standing rigidly upon their respective Formation positions.
Their Dao Bodies, along with their terrified or unwilling Primordial Spirits, were completely frozen.
The light in their eyes vanished, leaving only the hollow reflection of Ice Crystals.
Within the Formation, only a stretch of dead silence remained, an icebound world beautiful beyond measure and yet chilling to the bone.
The brilliance of the Ning Shuang Qin drew inward.
Xue Ling raised his hand, gently gripped the handle of the Lingbo Umbrella, and with a slight turn of his wrist, closed the umbrella