Chapter 151: Immortal Lord wondrous Tone

Take the characters "Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow" as an example!
Countless lower realms begin with the character "Yellow," and their strength is undeniably the weakest.
The Immortal Realm follows closely behind with numerous realms, though its strength is slightly superior to that of the Yellow realms.
As for the Earth realms, they can be considered quite powerful worlds. Furthermore, within the Earth realms, there is absolute potential for beings above the Mysterious Immortal or even True Immortal realms to be born!
When it comes to the Mysterious realms... from ancient times to the present, only four such entities have ever existed.
And out of those mere four, one was destroyed by the Immortal Realm!
"Does this mean the Tianwu Realm is likely a fragment of the First Mysterious Realm?"
"If it truly matches our conjecture, then there is likely no mistake. After all, the First Mysterious Realm once gave birth to an Undying Monarch."
"They are not the same..."
"How could such a minuscule probability actually happen to us?"
The seated elders spoke, each wearing a rather grim expression.
If this Tianwu Realm really had a connection to the First Mysterious Realm, it would truly be troublesome to handle!
"Who knows? For now, this is merely a conjecture and cannot be fully verified! I only made the association because of a name and the strange occurrences within!"
"However, the exact truth still needs to be verified."
The purple-robed branch leader said, his gaze sweeping across the faces of all the elders present.
Finally, his eyes landed on an elderly man.
"Elder Chensang, you possess the Dao of Space, and no one can detain you. Why don't you make a trip this time and see what the Tianwu Realm is really about!"
Elder Chensang stood up.
"In that case, I shall accept your command and depart immediately!"
...
Above the Northern Immortal Realm.
In the most remote region.
Within the Soul-Searching Sect of Cloud City.
At this moment, all the elders of the Soul-Searching Sect were gathered in the main sect hall.
Inside the hall.
An elderly man whose hair continued to grow, reaching lengths of dozens of meters, had a withered, skeletal frame and was deeply hunched over.
At this moment, the aura around him was gradually fading to nothingness.
He was severely injured!
"Sect Master, what kind of terrifying entity could this possibly be!"
"The being hidden within that Tianwu Realm is probably not the demonic cultivator Ming Yexin at all!"
An elder said with a dark expression at that moment.
Behind him, all the other elders were gripped with anxiety and unease.
This time, they had dispatched ten Mysterious Immortals down below!
Ten beings who were all at the level of sect elders!
And the result?
Not a single one of the ten who went to the Tianwu Realm survived!
All of them were annihilated!
Even the terrifying sound of the zither that killed the ten Mysterious Immortals pierced through the spatial rift between the realms.
It directly surged into the Soul-Searching Sect, unleashing a massacre upon everyone within the sect, from top to bottom.
In the end, it was only intercepted because the secluded Sect Master, Mo Wuwei, personally stepped in.
However, precisely because he intercepted that strike, Mo Wuwei was also gravely injured.
Mo Wuwei, the Sect Master of the Soul-Searching Sect, listened to the voices of the elders ringing in his ears and forced his eyes open with great effort.
"That single piece of music—forget about slaughtering Mysterious Immortals, even True Immortals couldn't suppress it!"
"Perhaps we should consider ourselves fortunate. If the person playing the zither had not been in the lower realm, our Soul-Searching Sect—no, the entire Cloud City—would have become a slaughterhouse!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present froze completely.
What manner of existence was the powerhouse dwelling within that Tianwu Realm?!
That person could actually slay True Immortals as if they were nothing!
"Sect Master, what should we do now? Our sect has lost ten Mysterious Immortals in one fell swoop, and so much combat strength has been expended. Other factions in Cloud City will probably find out very soon..."
"In a world where the strong prey upon the weak, people like us probably won't be able to survive in Cloud City much longer."
The Immortal Realm was precisely like this.
It revered absolute strength, and without strength, one could only abdicate and yield to the worthy!
The Soul-Searching Sect was one of the major factions in Cloud City.
Now that their strength was severely depleted, the other major factions would surely seize the opportunity to swoop in and fleece them thoroughly!
The Soul-Searching Sect might even be devoured and wiped out entirely!
Mo Wuwei fell silent.
It was unknown how much time passed before he finally spoke.
"Release the news immediately: the 'Array-Breaking Tune' of Immortal Monarch Miaoyin exists within the Tianwu Realm!"
All the elders present were shocked once again.
"Sect Master, are you saying that the person in the Tianwu Realm is a descendant of Immortal Monarch Miaoyin?"
"Isn't Immortal Monarch Miaoyin one of the most powerful figures in the Northern Immortal Realm? They once attained the Dao through sound, yet suddenly vanished right when they were on the verge of becoming an Undying Monarch..."
An elder said.
"If that tune in the Tianwu Realm is truly their Array-Breaking Tune, then it will probably shock everyone in the Northern Immortal Realm!"
The Sect Master of the Soul-Searching Sect let out a long sigh.
"I have thought about it for a long time, and apart from Immortal Monarch Miaoyin's Array-Breaking Tune, I truly cannot think of any other such terrifying entity..."
"Perhaps descendants of Immortal Monarch Miaoyin really do exist in the lower realm."
Mo Wuwei's eyes were filled with complex emotions; he knew this was a double-edged sword.
It could be an opportunity for great fortune, or it could herald an unprecedented catastrophe.
Regardless of which one it turned out to be,
the Soul-Searching Sect could no longer afford to be involved.
They had already retreated completely!
Elder Li was also silently pondering the matter. "I understand the Sect Master's intention! If this news is released, no matter what, all the other factions in Cloud City will fight tooth and nail for it!"
"Most likely, they will dispatch people to the Tianwu Realm to seek out the Miaoyin lineage."
"Once they descend to the lower realm, a bloody storm is bound to ensue, and then our Soul-Searching Sect can simply sit back and reap the benefits."
"I reckon by then, the other factions will also suffer losses and naturally have no way to spare any attention for the Soul-Searching Sect!"
After Elder Li finished speaking,
everyone present suddenly understood.
"We shall act according to your instructions right away!"
...
Soon.
A heaven-shaking piece of major news spread throughout Cloud City.
"The Soul-Searching Sect has discovered that the inheritance of Immortal Monarch Miaoyin lies in the lower realm, but when they attempted to seize it, their people were decimated by the zither music of Immortal Monarch Miaoyin!"
As soon as this news broke out, people from all factions in Cloud City grew wildly excited.
Tianwu Realm.
Ever since the ten Mysterious Immortals transformed into a rain of blood,
the entire Tianwu Realm had become exceptionally harmonious and peaceful.
All things thrived, and everything was bursting with vibrant vitality.
The blood of those ten Mysterious Immortals had nourished this entire land exceptionally well!
The immortal Qi in the air, previously sparse, had now become extremely dense.
The strength of all sects and factions was steadily rising.
Especially in the Southern Barbarian region.
"We have become immortals!"
Sage Master Lingji and Sage Master Ziyang exclaimed with excitement at that moment.
Having experienced the rain of Mysterious Immortal blood, they finally took that crucial step, successfully transforming from quasi-immortals into true immortals!
"I seem to see the Immortal Path; perhaps it won't be long before I become an immortal..."
Master Kongling of the Western Sands muttered to himself.