Chapter Sixty: Have They All Broken Through?

"My god, this man's mastery of the Dao is profound, and he is adept in a myriad of divine arts—truly a celestial being..."
A dark demon god exclaimed in awe, his heart filled with unease, and the Dark God felt the same.
"Thankfully, we did not engage him in direct battle. This fellow is simply too terrifying; we can only seek his favor, never his enmity. Even if it means submitting, we must never oppose him, for otherwise... the Dark Clan of the River of Realms will cease to exist."
The Dark God spoke, trembling with relief that he had not confronted Ye Qiu earlier; had he done so, he would not even know how he had met his end.
Merely the shout Ye Qiu had given was enough to invoke terror, and now he sings a melody, as if heavenly music descended—unfathomable and awe-inspiring.
Everyone sensed that the song carried no aggression, yet... even without hostility, it exerted immense pressure.
If he wished, he could unleash a sonic attack at any moment. Such music-based arts are formless and intangible, the hardest to defend against—one careless moment, and one’s Dao would perish.
There is simply no way to contend with him; opposing him is courting death.
"My god, listening to this song, it feels as though we are in the very presence of the Great Dao. Is this truly music of the immortals?"
A group of dark demon gods asked, perplexed.
The Dark God paused briefly, nodded, and said, "Perhaps so. After all... he himself is an immortal. His actions would never be simple!
Listen closely—this phrase 'Heartless Harala-shau,' is it not ancient Sanskrit from some bygone kingdom? Or perhaps it carries some deeper meaning..."
"Hmm? 'Heartless Harala-shau'? Meaning?"
The crowd was baffled. At this moment, a demon god answered, "My god, is the phrase meant to convey that among the three thousand paths, only heartlessness reigns supreme?"
"Hiss... Heartlessness above all? That makes sense. Have we not always stressed cold-bloodedness, heartlessness, and supremacy of slaughter? This fits perfectly with our creed."
The Dark God seemed to attain enlightenment, suddenly understanding: "I see now. The so-called 'Heartless Harala-shau' perhaps expresses the severance of the seven emotions and six desires. Without passion or desire, one has no weakness—this is the true path of darkness.
Only by severing emotion and desire can one become a true Harala-shau..."
"Heavens, my god's wisdom is unparalleled! Even such profound Dao can be understood—we are full of admiration..."
All the demon gods were deeply impressed, for the Dark God’s imagination was truly astounding; that he could deduce even this?
"Then what is this 'Old Eight’s Secret Little Hamburger'?"
"Perhaps some divine medicine, crafted by a being named Old Eight, which, once eaten, grants immortality."
"Hiss... a divine being indeed. Does such a person really exist?"
For a moment, all found it hard to believe; today’s events had shaken them to their core, making them feel that the tens of thousands of years they had lived were for naught.
"It’s hard to say. After all... isn’t there a divine being standing before us now? Perhaps such things do truly exist..."

The Dark God muttered softly, pondering the meaning behind Ye Qiu’s song. Suddenly... a surge of black mist erupted from within him.
Everyone was startled by this abrupt transformation and instinctively retreated.
"What’s happening to my god?"
"Hiss... it seems my god has shattered his shackles and ascended to the realm of immortality."
"Heavens, divine blessing! Our Dark Clan will finally have a true immortal among us..."
In that instant, the Dark God found himself within Ye Qiu’s lyrics and broke through to the immortal realm.
His breakthrough was entirely opposite to Yue Chan’s—hers was radiant with green light, his enveloped in endless black mist, spreading corrosive fog throughout the darkness.
At the same time, far across the river, Ye Qiu was dumbfounded.
"Damn it, how did he break through as well?"
Ye Qiu hadn’t even finished playing the zither when he saw the Dark God ascend; if the Dark God had ascended, wouldn’t he be able to turn the tables and kill Ye Qiu?
No, this is bad—very bad!
Ye Qiu was utterly stunned; how could a breakthrough happen so suddenly? Just as he was confused, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow beneath him suddenly burst forth in flames.
"What the hell, you broke through too?"
Feeling the heat, Ye Qiu leaped up, soaring into the air. Because of the zither’s melody, he discovered he could fly!
"Eh... I can fly now?"
Ye Qiu was momentarily dazed; inadvertently, he had mastered flight, supported by the vast righteous energy within him, able to hover in midair.
But he couldn’t fly freely—this won’t do!
Just being able to rise but not truly fly is hardly an ability.
Ye Qiu changed his song, launching straight into the ‘Song of the Dancing Steps,’ and his figure darted through the air, flying so fast he became dizzy.
"Damn, damn, damn, too fast, too fast—stop, stop..."
Ye Qiu was stunned; this ‘Song of the Dancing Steps’ was unbelievably swift, a hundred times faster than the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow at full speed—a cheat code, truly.
After a few minutes, Ye Qiu finally mastered the art of flight, and not just ordinary flight, but an extraordinary, cheat-like speed.
"Hehe, this is an excellent trick to save myself—so fast! In the future, whenever I need to act cool, I never have to be afraid again. If I can’t win, I’ll just run..."
Ye Qiu was overjoyed; he hadn’t expected that playing the zither could yield such results. Had he discovered this earlier, he could have been showing off for years instead of laying low until now.

He had underestimated himself.
So refreshing, so exhilarating—who would have thought he was so formidable?
Ye Qiu was delighted, though his expression remained calm and composed. What amazed him was why the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow had broken through as well; the Dark God’s advancement was understandable, given his contact with the immortal realm.
But the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow—it had only just entered the Supreme Carefree stage!
So quickly, it had become a Demon King? If it found another opportunity, could it ascend to Demon Emperor and stand alongside Yue Chan?
No, that seems unrealistic, since Yue Chan had already become an immortal—not merely a celestial being...
"Seriously, I’m just playing the zither—how does it seem like they’ve gained something extraordinary?"
Ye Qiu was puzzled. Just then, from the crowd gathered to his left, came another wave of thunderous breakthroughs; another group had ascended.
Ye Qiu: "???"
What the hell, are you all messing with me? Don’t tell me your breakthroughs are because of my music...
This is just an ordinary melody; you can’t just bully me because I haven’t cultivated immortality...
"Thank you, elder, for the blessing of immortal music! We are eternally grateful and have no way to repay you..."
Tian Yi and Feng Xiao said in unison, their hearts full of gratitude.
Ye Qiu listened, and was suddenly at a loss—so it was true! Is my music really that powerful?
"It’s all chaos, utter chaos! This shouldn’t be; you hear a song and break through? If all those singers from my past life came to this world, wouldn’t it be a riot?"
Ye Qiu simply couldn’t understand. He could only conclude that these people’s ability to fill in the blanks with their imagination was far too strong.
They even came up with this ‘Heartless Harala-shau’—what is Harala-shau? Ye Qiu himself had no idea. How did it become severing emotion and desire?
I give up...
"Hehe, talent, all of them are talents! Seems like a few songs aren’t enough for me now; I’ll need to learn more. Next time I meet someone, I’ll play for them—ultimate coolness guaranteed..."
No matter what, Ye Qiu was thoroughly satisfied! To be able to show off so much, he had truly lived his life to the fullest...