352: Chapter 352 Heavenly Sound Pavilion

Her cultivation level began to climb once more at this very moment!

Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer Early Stage, Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Layer Four, Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer Late Stage, Peak Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer...

Boom!

When that power reached its Peak, the spiritual power within her body suddenly contracted, then expanded again, breaking through the barrier of the Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer in one go and stepping into the Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer Early Stage!

Yao Guang opened her eyes, and within them, a more intense cyan light flickered. The light was soft yet profound, as if it contained infinite vitality.

She raised her hand, and a cyan light condensed in her palm. The light was richer and more powerful than before; with just a gentle wave, the surrounding newly sprouted buds grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a dense patch of grass in the blink of an eye.

"Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer!" Chu Lan exclaimed, "You've broken through again!"

Yao Guang nodded, a joyful smile appearing on her face: "The Qingmu Holy Seed has completely merged with my Bloodline. From now on, it is my natal spirit plant; we shall share honor and disgrace together."

She looked at everyone, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Without you all, I could not have reached this step. Thank you."

Gao Feng patted her shoulder and laughed, "Let's go, let's go home."

The seven of them left the Green Wood Realm and embarked on the journey home.

Behind them, the valley, shrouded in the Qingmu Holy Light, was slowly recovering its vitality. The newly sprouted buds, the streams flowing once again, and the gradually freshening air were all telling the story of a brand-new beginning.

After returning to the Meteor Realm, Yao Guang did not rest for a single moment. She went straight to Chu Lan's Spirit Plant Garden and began to cultivate the azure wood spirit medicine.

Chu Lan had specifically designated an area for her, located in the deepest part of the Spirit Plant Garden, near the time spirit spring pool. The soil here was the most fertile, the Spiritual Qi the densest, and with the nourishment of the time spirit spring, it was the best location for cultivating rare spirit plants.

Yao Guang planted the branch of the Green Wood Sacred Tree brought back from the Green Wood Realm, then took out a dozen seeds of the azure wood spirit medicine and buried them in the soil one by one.

She sat cross-legged in the center of that area, formed hand seals, and activated the Qingmu Holy Seed within her body. A cyan light spread from her palm, covering the entire area. Nourished by the cyan light, those seeds quickly took root, sprouted, and broke through the soil.

Chu Lan watched from the side, dumbfounded. She had cultivated spirit plants for many years and had never seen such a rapid growth rate. Those azure wood spirit medicines had gone from seeds to seedlings in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

"Is this the power of the Qingmu Holy Seed?" she murmured.

Yao Guang nodded and said: "The Qingmu Holy Seed is the Foundation of the Yao Family. It can accelerate the growth of any spirit plant, especially azure wood spirit medicine. With it here, the growth cycle of these Spirit Medicines can be shortened by more than ten times."

She paused, then continued: "Moreover, the azure wood spirit medicine itself has strong healing effects. Once I cultivate enough of them, I can refine a large number of azure wood healing pills. By then, no matter how tragic the great war is, we will not lack healing resources."

In the following days, Yao Guang practically lived in the Spirit Plant Garden. Every day, she nourished those Spirit Medicines with the power of the Qingmu Holy Seed, observed their growth, and recorded every subtle change. Chu Lan also often came to help; the two exchanged insights on spirit plants, learned from each other, and gained a great deal.

Half a month later, the first batch of azure wood spirit medicine matured.

That area had turned into an ocean of cyan; various Spirit Medicines were scattered in height, lush and green. The air was filled with a rich, fresh scent of vegetation; taking a deep breath made one feel refreshed and comfortable all over.

Yao Guang harvested the first batch of Spirit Medicine, locked herself in the alchemy room, and began refining the azure wood healing pills.

Three days later, she walked out of the alchemy room holding a pile of jade bottles, a tired yet satisfied smile on her face.

"It's done." She distributed the jade bottles to everyone, "This batch of azure wood healing pills uses real azure wood spirit medicine, and the effect is ten times stronger than before. As long as there is still a breath left, one pill can save them."

Everyone took the jade bottles, their eyes filled with amazement.

With these azure wood healing pills, they had an extra layer of protection for the great war three years later.

In the afternoon, a sharp sound of something breaking through the air broke the tranquility of Meteor Star Valley.

It was a light purple transmission Talisman, speeding over from afar, piercing through the layers of defensive Formations set up by Lin Yue, and heading straight for the figure playing the zither alone on the cliff.

Luo Li reached out and caught the transmission Talisman; it turned into a ray of light in her palm and sank into her forehead. The next moment, her body trembled violently, and her face instantly turned pale.

The others noticed the abnormality and gathered around one after another.

"What's wrong?" Gao Feng stepped forward quickly.

Luo Li looked up, her eyes filled with shock and grief: "Something has happened to the Tianyin Pavilion."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice: "The Charm Clan has invaded the Tianyin Pavilion; the Pavilion Master is seriously injured, and many Elders have fallen... The situation is critical. This is an emergency distress signal from my sect."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became grave.

Gao Feng did not hesitate in the slightest and said immediately: "Let's go. Call everyone."

A moment later, the seven were gathered. Su Ning immediately began setting up a teleportation Formation, and silver light flowed across the ground. Luo Li stood to the side, her fingers tightly gripping the flowing sound zither, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Yao Guang gently held her hand and said: "Don't worry, we are all here."

Luo Li nodded without speaking.

The teleportation Formation activated, and amid the flashing silver light, the figures of the seven disappeared from the Meteor Star Valley.

The Tianyin Pavilion is located in the southeastern part of the Cultivation World, tens of thousands of miles away from the Meteor Realm. Even with Su Ning's Spatial Magic, it would take a little less than half an hour to arrive.

Along the way, Luo Li remained silent. Her gaze was cast into the distance, wondering what she was thinking. Everyone knew she was heavy-hearted, so they didn't disturb her, simply accompanying her in silence.

Finally, a towering mountain appeared ahead.

The mountain was steep and treacherous, piercing the clouds, shrouded in mist all year round; it was the Holy Land for musical Cultivators—the Tianyin Pavilion.

But at this moment, the Peak, which should have been shrouded in Immortal Qi, was covered by a strange pink mist. The mist churned continuously, emitting a heart-palpitating Aura of charm; even from tens of miles away, one could feel that strange power.

At the foot of the mountain, the majestic mountain gate was broken. The stone tablet originally inscribed with the three characters "Tianyin Pavilion" was broken in two and lay in the ruins. On the stone steps behind the gate, the corpses of Tianyin Pavilion Cultivators could be seen everywhere; some lay in pools of blood, some hung from the branches of roadside trees, and some were even nailed to the mountain wall, their deaths extremely tragic.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of blood, mixed with the cloying, seductive Aura of the Charm Clan, making one want to vomit.

Luo Li looked at all of this, her body trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, but she never let the tears fall.

"Let's go." She said in a low voice, her tone carrying an unprecedented chill.

The seven of them followed the stone steps upward, advancing into the depths of the Tianyin Pavilion.

The scene along the way became increasingly tragic. The higher they went, the more corpses there were, and the traces of battle became more obvious. In some places, entire mountain walls had been leveled; in others, they were scorched black; and in some places, the remnants of clashing Spells remained. Among the corpses were both Tianyin Pavilion Cultivators and Charm Clan soldiers, but there were more from the Tianyin Pavilion.

When they reached the mountainside, a commotion suddenly came from ahead.

A squad of Charm Clan soldiers rushed out from the mist, blocking their path.

Those Charm Clan soldiers were tall and slender, their features handsome, and their skin a pale pink. Their eyes were light purple, with what seemed to be swirling vortices in their pupils, making one feel dazed at a single glance. They wore light, thin gauze robes and held strange-looking musical instruments; those instruments were inlaid with pink crystals, emitting a strange light.

There were ten soldiers in total, all with strength around the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer.

Luo Li did not speak, simply raising the flowing sound zither slowly.

The battle erupted instantly.

Chu Lan waved her hands, and several spirit plant seeds shot out, taking root and sprouting the moment they landed, turning into countless vines that coiled toward the Charm Clan soldiers.

Su Ning formed hand seals, and Spatial Magic surged, completely sealing off the soldiers' retreat.

Tian Xin threw out a few Talismans, which turned into black shadows and slipped behind the soldiers, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Yao Guang condensed cyan light in her palm, ready to heal everyone at any moment.

Lin Yue cast the Rock Demon Prison-Suppressing Array, and a massive Rock Demon Phantom appeared behind him, protecting the group's rear.

And Luo Li's zither music had already begun to play.

The zither music was clear and sharp; it collided with the decadent sounds of the Charm Clan soldiers, erupting in bursts of harsh noise. Gao Feng flashed into the midst of the soldiers, his vajra sword turning into golden sword beams; one sword per person, and in the blink of an eye, he had slaughtered all ten soldiers!

"Keep going." Luo Li put away the zither and continued forward.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Along the way, they encountered several more batches of Charm Clan soldiers. The seven of them coordinated seamlessly, and every batch of enemies was quickly wiped out, with none escaping.

Finally, they arrived in front of the main hall of the Tianyin Pavilion.

It was a magnificent palace, built against the mountain, imposing and grand. In front of the hall was a huge plaza, covered in corpses; blood had gathered into small streams, flowing along the cracks in the stone.

The main hall's doors were wide open, and fierce sounds of fighting and strange, seductive musical melodies drifted from within.

Luo Li gripped the flowing sound zither tightly and strode inside.

The moment Luo Li rushed into the main hall, the sight before her made her whole body tremble.

The hall was extremely spacious, enough to accommodate hundreds of people. The surrounding walls were engraved with musical runes; those runes should have emitted a soft light, but at this moment, they were shrouded in a strange pink color. In the very center of the hall, dozens of Tianyin Pavilion Cultivators were holding various musical instruments, attacking each other wildly.

Their eyes were vacant, and they wore strange smiles on their faces, as if immersed in some wonderful illusion. Some smashed their guqins against fellow disciples beside them, some stabbed their former teachers with flutes, and some even tore at their own bodies with their hands, dripping with blood yet feeling nothing.

And on the steps at the deepest part of the hall, a slender figure was lazily leaning against a magnificent seat.

It was a man, his features so handsome as to be almost demonic; he wore a pink robe, his long hair draped down, and his pair of light purple eyes were like two gemstones, flashing with a soul-captivating light.