Xie Lingyun, a direct descendant of the Xie Family—she had to be a Musician!
Zhang Yuanqing did not dare turn around or move. He shouted, "Xie Lingyun, are you a Musician?"
"I-I am." Xie Lingyun's voice trembled.
"Use your singing to soothe them immediately and dispel their Fear, or every Transcendent here will die. Hurry!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted.
Soothe them? Right, soothe them. Xie Lingyun suddenly understood. Taking a deep breath, she began to hum a gentle, melodious tune.
Her singing was exceptionally beautiful, soft as a spring breeze. It echoed through the spacious dining hall, making everyone feel as though they stood in a sunlit wilderness, with warm spring winds carrying away all suffering, Fear, and anxiety.
Their hearts were filled with peace.
Bathed in her singing, the anxiety and Fear on everyone's faces gradually faded, replaced by serene expressions.
Whew, it worked. Good thing the Pure Yang Sect Leader hadn't recovered to the Saint Realm yet, or we'd all be screwed. Zhang Yuanqing felt immense relief, followed by a lingering sense of dread. In an environment like this, not only Transcendence Realm Walkers and ordinary people, but even Saints like him and Level 6 experts like Ling Jun could die at any moment.
Before absolute power, peak Saints were no different from ordinary people.
He remained standing without moving, waiting for the time to run out.
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing did not even dare summon the Ghost Bride or Little Doubi to observe everyone's expressions and search for the Pure Yang Sect Leader.
Given the tyranny of a ruler-grade item, "cannot move" likely included spirit bodies as well. He could not gamble with his Spirit Servants' lives.
Second by second, time passed. Everyone stared tensely at the countdown hanging in midair. The instant it reached its final