"Let's give it a try!"
Since they had no other options, Nie Yun flicked his wrist, and a xiao flute appeared in his palm. He raised it to his lips, and a mellow melody began to flow.
The mournful sound of the xiao echoed through the entire rear hall. The flawless melody, carrying profound technique, seemed to come alive, dancing freely and exuberantly.
The Melody Fragrance within the underground palace seemed to sense his flute, gathering around him and forming a vast aura that filled the air with fragrance.
Whoosh!
The tune ended.
"No reaction?"
Nie Yun frowned.
There had been no wind to interfere this time, no stray noises. He had brought out nearly all his skill. If this had been outside, it would surely have drawn a scene of Hundred Birds Paying Homage. Yet the statues before him remained motionless, and nothing in the room changed, as though all their earlier guesses had been wrong.
They had thought the rear hall would contain an altar and a tombstone, yet there was nothing. They had thought playing music would stir a resonance and reveal the score of the Immortal Path Chant... yet they had found nothing at all. Could the woman in palace robes have been wrong? Was there no so-called Immortal Path Chant here, merely an ordinary burial ground?
"It probably isn't as simple as playing music..."
Fairy Miaoyin's delicate brows also knit together.
Though she belonged to the Immortal Sound Sect, she had never been to this underground palace and knew very little about it.
"If it isn't simply about music, could it require a specific piece to open it? Right, try one of the pieces composed by your sect's founding ancestor!"
Nie Yun thought of something and hurriedly said.
It was also possible that the restrictions