"Is this the end of the Emperor's Tomb?" Yun Sheng hesitated, looking around. There were no other exits or doors.
Clang clang—
Just then, Yun Sheng heard a serene zither sound from the ancient lute. The lute, without anyone playing it, started to vibrate spontaneously.
The sound began gently, gradually becoming soothing, like murmuring streams. Then, it rose from low to high, becoming strong and powerful. Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming were both knowledgeable about the lute, but neither had ever heard such beautiful music; the sound seemed to instantly play into their hearts.
All the troubles in the world disappeared, as did the Bahuang Continent, Wuji Continent.
Unconsciously, the two closed their eyes, immersing themselves in the music.
Gradually, the surroundings changed; the ancient lute vanished, and the eternal lamp was gone.
When Yun Sheng realized it, she found she had already left the ancient tomb.
"Where is this?" Yun Sheng was startled and looked around.
