"Divine powers..."
Shang Qingzheng turned those two words over in her mouth, as though she had encountered them for the first time today.
She lowered her eyes with a frown, burying her faint sorrow deep within her heart, and said firmly:
"I will."
Jiang Yang squeezed Shang Qingzheng's hand, but there was little more he could say. She would have to digest the rest herself.
For now, the matter had only been dealt with hastily; it certainly was not over. The Tribulation Pool had schemed for at least a thousand years, surely not merely to take the lives of a few Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Whether it was [usurping the sovereign and clinging to Li], [Thunder-cracking shift position], [Peril Gold Calamity], or the current merging of Mystic Sound into thunder, none of these great events that steered changes in Dao lineages could be accomplished in a single leap.
At that thought, Jiang Yang grew curious about the Shang bloodline as well.
As it happened, all the uninvolved people had already been driven out of the ancestral hall. Jiang Yang slowly walked over to the eastern wall, where a row of pearwood cabinets displayed long gold-thread scrolls in neat order.
These were the genealogical records passed down by the Shang. Jiang Yang reached up, took the scroll in the very center, and unfurled it to examine it closely.
Gradually, Jiang Yang's expression grew serious. This reading truly yielded a great deal.
"Mystic Sound" was the way of musical law.
Sound was the voice of all things, while musical law was the music of beings endowed with spiritual intelligence. Whoever ascended to this position governed the musical laws of heaven and earth and commanded the voices of all living spirits. It was unquestionably an eminent position.
Shang had originally been True Lord [Yanglü]'s