Xiao Chen's hands lacked a zither, yet his heart possessed one—every move he made revealed the profound mysteries of the zither path.
"With strings as the seekers of rare sound, the grandest music lies in stillness, penetrating the unfathomable depths. It wanders in the domain of Xi Huang above, with presence and absence intertwining, we call it 'The Way'!"
Xiao Chen raised his hand as if the heavens and earth were his zither, lightly plucking the strings, suddenly manifesting the divine resonance of Fu Xi's heavenly tones.
Amid the profound silence, the vacant melody spread, decisively countering Huo Qijue's seven devastating zither notes.
In a flash, they were at opposite extremes.
Boom!
The two forces collided, evenly matched, but a terrifying wave of energy swept through, leveling the forest within a hundred li in an instant.
The zither music ceased, the storm raged wildly, and at the farthest reach of the dust, the faint silhouettes of two figures stood tall.
