This was not pretended.
The crowd was indeed attracted by this zither music, involuntarily immersing themselves in it.
Even if it was just the simplest zither note, it seemed to contain an intoxicating beauty.
Even an old man who had been baptized by the years like Cosmo Shen, his mind was also touched at this moment.
Through the zither music, Cosmo Shen seemed to see the years of his youth.
At that time, he had just debuted, his ambitions higher than the sky, feeling he could defeat anyone.
But soon, he suffered unimaginable setbacks.
A huge blow made him almost unable to recover after a single fall.
Those years were the most difficult time in Cosmo Shen's life.
At this moment, through the zither music, he seemed to return to the past, and tears couldn't help but well up in his eyes.
"Time flies like a shuttle; what is past can never return."
Cosmo Shen muttered blankly to himself.
The zither music continued to sound.
This was a very ordinary zither tune.
In terms of level, it couldn't compare to the "High Mountains and Flowing Water" and "Ambush from Ten Sides" that Quinn Ye had played before.
But it was exactly such a simple zither tune that gave the people present different enlightenments.
Cosmo Shen saw the most difficult years of his past, lamenting how easily time passed, and that once youth was gone, it could never return.
And Lance Xu saw a scene he had never experienced before.
The Mystic Sword Sect was in ruins; disciples were either dead or scattered.
Of the huge sect, only Lance Xu was left sitting alone on a dust-covered throne, with no one below.
Is this the future of the Mystic Sword Sect?
Lance Xu couldn't believe it.
Just then, the scene before Lance Xu's eyes changed again.
The sect turned into flying smoke.
Lance Xu was already old and decrepit.
He stood on the mountain peak of the former Mystic Sword Sect, looking at the sect that no longer existed, with neither sorrow nor joy on his face.
The old Lance Xu and the current Lance Xu looked at each other.
Both seemed to see each other's existence.
At this moment.
Lance Xu's mind became incomparably peaceful.
He felt the inner heart of the old Lance Xu.
Two identical people, in different years, their minds connected, their thoughts in tune.
"All things in the world are vanity."
"As long as the true heart remains, the sect remains."
Lance Xu wept silently.
At this moment.
His state of mind received an unprecedented sublimation.
His entire person stepped into a brand-new realm.
This was an unimaginable Fortuitous Opportunity.
Chad Chen also saw a scene belonging to himself.
He saw himself in his childhood, before he had stepped onto the path of cultivation. The seven-year-old Chad Chen was just a child of an ordinary family.
Having an honest and simple father, and a gentle and kind mother.
His parents farmed in the fields, and Chad Chen played in the fields.
At noon, Chad Chen sat between his parents, eating crude food.
But his inner heart was incomparably peaceful and fulfilled.
At night.
Chad Chen slept soundly between his parents.
His father fanned him, and his mother gently stroked his head.
"Mother doesn't expect you to have great wealth and rank in the future, nor care if you have great prospects."
"Mother only hopes you will be safe and happy in the future!"
In a daze, Chad Chen seemed to see his father's simple smiling face, and his mother's gentle murmurs.
At this moment.
Chad Chen felt a sharp pain in his heart.
This was the warmest time of his life.
Yet he had clearly forgotten it for a hundred years.
But now he recalled it under the zither music.
"Dad! Mom!"
Chad Chen, who had long been a Sect Master, had tears bursting from his eyes, letting out an almost hoarse cry.
Unfortunately.
His parents had long disappeared in the passing of time.
Chad Chen cried bitterly and shouted.
He was willing to give up everything he had now, give up his profound cultivation, give up the position of Sect Master.
He only wanted to return to his childhood.
He only wanted to return to his parents' side.
To call out "Dad and Mom" one more time.
To hear his parents' voices one more time.
Unfortunately.
Such a humble wish had long become an extravagant hope, separated forever by heaven and earth.
And the scene Gary Gongsun saw was completely different from the others.
He came from a noble family, the eldest legitimate son of the Gongsun family, with outstanding talent far exceeding his peers.
Later, he joined the Nine Soul Sect and became a genius disciple of the Nine Soul Sect, always highly anticipated and shining with glory.
But the scene he saw at this moment was the time when he had just joined the Nine Soul Sect, with a young girl.
That young girl, Gary Gongsun dazedly remembered her name was Little Cai'er, also a disciple of the Nine Soul Sect, his junior sister.
The two were of similar age and entered the sect at the same time, so they had a very good relationship.
Gary Gongsun liked Little Cai'er and often took care of her.
Little Cai'er was also very good to Gary Gongsun.
In the eyes of others, they were a golden boy and jade girl.
Gary Gongsun also thought such times would last forever.
Until one day.
Little Cai'er died.
Limbs twisted, vomiting fresh blood, eyeballs bursting, she died outside the sect. The Elder said Little Cai'er was tortured to death by Demonic Beasts.
Gary Gongsun looked at Little Cai'er's twisted corpse.
He went mad.
Roaring wildly, vomiting blood and fainting.
For a full ten days.
Gary Gongsun lay in bed crying all the time.
Until tears of blood seeped from his eyes.
From then on.
Gary Gongsun never smiled again, and his heart became exceptionally cold.
He hated Demonic Beasts to the bone!
He also hated all evil people to the bone!
He cultivated crazily, tempering himself desperately.
Everything he did was to avenge Little Cai'er.
Gary Gongsun looked at his past self in the scene, his heart filled with myriad emotions.
He had sat in the Sect Master's position for many years.
But Little Cai'er's death had always been a thorn in his heart.
Unable to let go!
It had tortured Gary Gongsun for most of his life.
Suddenly.
Little Cai'er's figure actually appeared before Gary Gongsun's eyes.
Gary Gongsun stared blankly, looking at Little Cai'er with hot tears in his eyes.
"Junior Sister!"
Little Cai'er smiled sweetly, stretching out an illusory hand to gently stroke Gary Gongsun's already aged face.
"Senior Brother, Cai'er is gone. You must take good care of yourself, stop missing Cai'er."
"Untie the knot in your heart."
"Make peace... with yourself."
As the voice fell, Little Cai'er's figure dissipated.
On Gary Gongsun's face, however, there still seemed to be the warmth of Little Cai'er's touch just now.
"Junior Sister... rest assured."
"I have... made peace with myself."
A trace of a smile appeared on Gary Gongsun's face.
This thorn in his heart dissolved invisibly.
Everyone present was affected by the zither music.
They saw the greatest inner demon in their hearts, and also saw the greatest regret of their lives.
The crowd stood there weeping.
Some shouted loudly, some sobbed silently.
Until the zither music came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone was still as if in a dream.
Quinn Ye looked intoxicated, his face full of pride.
"My playing this time was too beautiful!"
"Simply perfect!"
He looked up.
Holy crap!
What's wrong with these people?
Are they possessed?
Why are they all crying and laughing one by one?
Quinn Ye looked bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened.
It wasn't until a moment later that the crowd affected by the zither music woke up one after another.