——The chord of immortality is moving, is it going to take his life, or is it going to tear out my heart?
When Su Wanxian pulled up the bone harp from the bottom of the sea, blood beads were seeping into the body of the harp along her fingertips.
The sound of the first string tore through the night and awakened three things: the curse of the piano fairy who had been sleeping for thousands of years, the ghost demon cultivator who was chasing after him, and the dying man on the rock. He had half of the Lingxiao Sword stuck in his heart, but when she played "Ask the Spirit", he held her plucking hand with his bare hands.
"Every time you break a string, my sword bone will crack an inch." Shen Changyuan wiped away the blood on her ears and put the sword edge against his own throat, "I killed you with seven immortal swords in the previous life, and I will repay you seven times of life and death in this life."
Under the moonlight of Tianyin Pavilion, the strings of the piano penetrated her flesh and blood and grew:
Broken love strings, white hair three thousand feet;
Broken heartstrings, he cut out the sword bones and made them into zithers;
When the Death String came out, the Nine Levels of Thunder Tribulation split the Three Life Stones——
Su Wanxian finally saw the last red letters of the prophecy clearly:
"Those who kill their loved ones to achieve enlightenment will be imprisoned in eternal loneliness forever."
Where the clouds in the sky dispersed, a piece of charred black wood sprouted bloody new shoots.
Three hundred years later, the pearl diver found half a rusty sword with strings wrapped around it.
Amidst the sound of the waves, someone sneered: "This time, it's you who will kill me."
This book is great and the writing is very good.