Chapter 247: Six Chapters of the Dao of the Zither

"This is power!"

Endless black mist obscured all light; he could only see pitch blackness within his line of sight, the black mist completely shrouding him.

The whistling wind resounded in his ears, like thousands of blades scraping his bones, but now he did not feel the slightest fear.

His heart was already dead, filled with hatred. As long as he could take revenge, he would not care even if he were sliced into a thousand pieces or had his bones ground to dust.

Yet this black mist, which made his clansmen fearful and caused them to change color at the mere mention of it, did not take away his flesh and blood; instead, it brought him endless power.

He even had an illusion that with a wave of his hand, he would be enough to tear the sky apart.

That night, he walked out of the black mist and headed toward the direction of his clan's land. A moment later, he returned from the clan's land.

That night, the sky was very dark and also very red. "He" walked quietly on the road, behind him was his former clan land, but at this moment, it was deathly silent, without even a single sound.

Walking on the road, he suddenly felt that his body seemed to be wet; he touched it with his hand, and blood-red blood stained both his hands.

So it was blood, the blood of his clansmen, the blood of those damned people!

His beloved wife was dead, his clansmen were dead, and drifting alone in the mortal world, after taking revenge, he felt empty again.

The next moment, the endless power dissipated like the tide, and he returned to being that ordinary mountain hunter, with nothing left.

That feeling of seemingly controlling everything surged into his heart, but the power vanished; not only that, his body was also so weak that it felt like a gust of wind could blow him away, and even standing or walking seemed to have become a problem.

Suddenly, he seemed to have some realization in his heart; this was the price of borrowing power. From then on, he was in this frail and sickly state.

With a body like this, he was afraid he could not even support himself.

His clansmen were dead, his wife was dead, even the power he had just obtained had left him; everything was gone.

At this moment, a voice seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart. It would be better to just die; death would be a relief, death would end everything.

Yes, it would be better to just die.

He did not know when a sword had appeared on his body; he quietly drew the sword and, expressionless, aimed it at himself.

Nothing was left, nothing remained, so let's die; everything would be relieved soon.

"It would be better to just die!" A voice full of temptation resounded in his ears. Shen Yu drew his own sword, his eyes dazed as if they lacked a single point of focus.

Opposite him was He Mujin, who had been looking at him with a smile. With him as the center, a strange power diffused into the surroundings. It was like a magnetic field, affecting everything within it.

This World was controlled by him; it was his own World. It was just like a spider web; once you entered and were entangled by the silk, you could never get out.

This young man before him might be very strong, might have unparalleled combat power, but having entered his World, Life and Death were controlled by him; it was not up to the young man!

He just watched the other party quietly; this young man would soon plunge the sword into his own chest. Just like that night back then, his own clansmen had died the same way.

They died by his hands, but it was not he who had done the deed!

But the next moment, Shen Yu's sword suddenly changed direction and plunged directly into his chest, piercing his still-beating heart.

A sharp pain surged into his heart. He Mujin looked at the sword inserted into his chest in some terror, and looked at Shen Yu with suspicion and uncertainty.

"You, how is this possible?"

"How can you not be affected? This is my World; you were clearly trapped in it!"

"I was trapped, but that doesn't mean it necessarily has an effect on me. Your World is useless against me!"

He Mujin had clearly been dismissive of Mo Yu and the others before, but he had woven such a large web early on, or rather, from the very beginning when he prepared to go to battle, he had already started weaving the web.

Mo Yu had brought him near-fatal wounds with his death, which gave him a sense of crisis, and this web was also being desperately woven tighter and tighter.

But he did not wait for those ambushes; instead, he waited for Shen Yu. The other party seemed to know nothing about his abilities and foolishly fell into his web.

Trapped in his own World, even this young man who made him feel a sense of crisis could no longer break free.

Being self-righteous would eventually come at a price.

But he did not expect that the other party not only seemed completely unaffected, but instead took the opportunity to strike him hard.

This sword not only pierced his chest, but terrifying Sword Qi exploded directly inside his body, tearing his whole body apart.

"Sorry, I have the Heaven and Earth Lock, which can lock out external enemies and also lock myself. Your Mental Power cannot get in, and your World cannot infect me!"

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!" The terrifying Sword Qi almost cut off his life force. At the very last moment, He Mujin glared fiercely at Shen Yu, his eyes flashing with the light of hatred.

"Do you think you've won? You're wrong. I was once willing to sacrifice my body to the black mist; today, I am equally willing to sacrifice my body to Death!"

With He Mujin as the center, black mist suddenly appeared and quickly spread outward, but three feet in front of Shen Yu, it seemed to form its own world, and this black mist could not penetrate it at all.

But the surrounding sky had already been shrouded by the black mist. As long as it touched a little, the original green grass would turn withered and yellow. Flying birds fell to the ground instantly, turning into a pile of white bones.

In this patch of black mist, life force seemed to be completely cut off; as long as one touched a little, it was impossible to break free.

At this time, He Mujin revealed a cruel smile, which was ferocious and carried a bit of wild evil. "I use my life to trade for your life; do you dare to trade?"

"Ruthless enough!"

"If a person isn't ruthless, how can they survive? You have seen my World, seen my past. Without experiencing that kind of despair, you will never understand how much I hurt, how much I hate!"

"People say that when a thought of hatred arises, a million gates of obstacles open. When a thought of compassion arises, ten thousand lotus flowers bloom."

"I am different. My thought is despair, yet my thought is also seeking to live, seeking long life. Those people who want me to die, but I insist on living, living longer than them, and watching them die."

"Today, you also want me to die. I can die, but I must die after you!"

"Look, your World is about to collapse!" Although the black mist did not approach within three feet of Shen Yu, it seemed to have begun to slowly infect the inside.

Although this speed looked very slow, it was indeed advancing bit by bit.

"Even if you can form your own world in front of you, the black mist can also infect your world. Soon, you will follow in my footsteps. I am waiting to hear the sound of you wailing helplessly."

"Pitiful people must have something hateful about them, but you are destined not to see it!"

"You won't wait for that moment, because I have already found you!" Suddenly opening his eyes, Shen Yu struck out with a sword lightly.

This sword came fast and went fast, but it forcibly severed the thick black mist.

Although He Mujin's body was here, his spirit was everywhere in this web he had woven. As long as a little remained, he could probably borrow a body to be reborn.

To kill him completely, one had to sever his spirit and destroy his World.

"Ah!" A painful scream came from He Mujin's mouth; the pain of tearing the spirit was a hundred times more painful than the pain in the flesh.

How on earth did this young man before him manage to do it?

"What you don't know is that I have the Soul Reflection Mirror, which can illuminate the depths of the soul and probe the Spiritual Sea!"

"You, damn it!" Hearing this, He Mujin suddenly felt an urge to curse.

It was one thing that the young man before him was incredibly strong, but he also carried so many treasures; this was clearly secretly using a cheat, he was cheating, how could anyone possibly beat this?

Without the slightest hesitation, He Mujin turned to flee; he wanted to escape, he wanted to live.

Yet he did not expect a streak of Sword Qi to arrive through the air, piercing straight through him.

Blood sprayed into the air, instantly forming a patch of red mist that shimmered in contrast with the gradually dissipating Black Mist, as if possessing a unique aesthetic beauty.

In the black and red intermingled mid-air, a figure stood quietly, as if standing alone, detached from the world, proud and aloof in the mortal realm.