The years passed leisurely, seemingly gone in an instant.
In Ling Qiu City, Dongguan spent his longest stretch of time on the Origin Continent, cultivating painstakingly for more than forty eras.
Wind Listening Pavilion.
Beautiful music drifted down from the pavilion. Even when the guests in the hall conversed, they did so through voice transmission.
When the piece ended, the player thanked the audience, revealing a face like a white jade statue, with an androgynous charm.
"The Listening Wind Pavilion Master's Art of Music has grown ever more refined."
"No wonder he's even received an invitation from that person."
Discussion broke out, but everyone had praise for him.
In particular, the Listening Wind Pavilion Master's music was like a secluded spring in an empty valley, seemingly cleansing body and mind without any intent to beguile.
In other words, although his path was the easiest one into which to incorporate illusion techniques, he instead followed the purest, most orthodox Soul Path.
Even those with weak wills would suffer no effects from listening to his music.
"The Listening Wind Pavilion Master's music is indeed beautiful, but on the Origin Continent, strength ultimately reigns supreme.
"Very few can reach such heights while remaining so pure."
"Doesn't that show just how precious he is?"
In a private room in the pavilion, several figures conversed.
Unlike the hall below, however, everyone seated here was an Eternal True God.
"Even you admire him so much, Brother Qianying? Is he a rarity even in the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom?" A burly figure with fiery red hair spoke, drawing everyone's attention to a green-robed figure in the corner.
"The Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom is full of talented people. Naturally, many surpass Listening Wind. They simply aren't here." The voice came not from the green-robed figure, but from a newcomer who