Chapter 641: "Cang Lang Sword Rhapsody" and "Dreaming of a Fairy Voyage", the Ancient Qionghua Appears

Meanwhile, within Fang Qi’s shop, the very first teaser trailer had finally been released.

A few seats near the counter were occupied by Irina and several other assassins. Having taken no missions lately, they had arrived at the shop quite early and were now impatiently opening the newly released trailer.

The streets outside were still crawling with Temple Knights hunting for assassins; one had to admit these fellows were incredibly bold, playing games and watching trailers as if nothing were amiss.

The Golden Gryphon Knights had also rushed over, taking advantage of their morning tea break.

Along with them were Greatsword Crete and a crowd of mercenaries who, seeing that someone was actually watching the new teaser trailer, could not help but gather around.

"Why are so many people gathered all of a sudden?" Elder Xiwei had clearly arrived quite early today. Since she was merely taking these elves out for a stroll, there was no need to remain busy all day, making her arrival rather early.

"Ah! Oh my goodness!" Sera suddenly let out a cry of surprise. "Is this a preview for the new Mystic Realm?!"

"It is." Just then, within the scenery of blue skies and white clouds, a blue and white icon condensed. Seeing so many people spectating behind her, Irina simply turned on the external speakers as well.

On the screen, beneath a fiery-red phoenix flower tree, a beautiful silhouette stood. Her pitch-black hair, flowing like a waterfall, was tied into a Taoist bun on her head. As the music began to play beneath the phoenix flower tree, the flowers and leaves burned like fire; that figure in the blue and white dress gently raised a hand as pure and translucent as jade, upon whose fingertip a white butterfly happened to rest.

The music gradually grew grand and magnificent. Fang Qi, naturally, could recognize that this was the "Cang Lang Sword Eulogy." Beneath that dreamlike, fiery-red phoenix flower tree, that exquisitely beautiful and spiritual silhouette quietly looked back, her fingertips brushing through the strands of hair disheveled by the wind. Her immortal countenance was like jade; that fleeting, breathtaking glance instantly became an eternal echo.

"My goodness!"

"So beautiful!"

Even the beauty-loving elves stared with widened eyes.

"Wow...!" Sera covered her small mouth, letting out a series of gasps.

The perspective dissolved as if entering a dream, gradually moving toward the far distance. Clouds in the sky surged like ocean waves, where immortal mountains towered high—the majestic Kunlun, with its vast clouds and wide wilderness. Above lay the ethereal realm of the Jade Pool, and below stretched ten thousand leagues of the Weak Water, incomparably magnificent.

"Heavens! Is this a dwelling place for the gods?!" The spectating onlookers were clearly on the verge of being utterly dumbfounded.

Even Elder Xiwei watched in a daze at this moment: "This Mystic Realm... this...!!??"

And at this time, text began to manifest on the screen: "The towering Kunlun, a peerless immortal mountain, is a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers. Its Qionghua lineage has always held the art of sword-smithing in supreme reverence; a three-foot green peak traverses mountains and rivers, rippling to eliminate demons."

Flashing across the screen were scenes of the ancestors forging Xihe and Wangshu, where the winds and clouds changed color and heaven and earth shook for it.

There was also the Shi Chen Stream Cave, dotted with starlight, resembling an illusion within a dream.

Immortal mountains and jade palaces, where immortal arts and demonic techniques bloomed with brilliance together.

Standing as if above time and space, at the pinnacle of the mortal world, was a corner of the magnificent and boundless suspended Tomb of the Deified; on the Cloud-Rolling Platform, Wangshu and Xihe stirred up a vast immortal power, as if turning heaven and earth upside down; at the peak of Mount Buzhou, the Torch-Bearing Dragon roared into the sky, wind and thunder flashing in unison!

The music also gradually took on the resonant, clanging tones of metal and stone.

At this moment, everyone seemed to find it difficult to make a sound, their hearts surging like crashing waves.

Their minds were practically roaring.

Isn't this just a cultivation Mystic Realm?!

Is it really appropriate for you, a cultivation Mystic Realm, to be this incredibly awesome?! Ah?!

People were literally frightened out of their wits.

"What on earth is that?!" Sera looked at the Torch-Bearing Dragon on the screen, her face frozen in terror.

Not just her; many elves behind her, looking at that mountain-like head and that massive figure hidden within the clouds, were also frozen in shock.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" A thick-skinned Golden Gryphon Knight, though thoroughly shocked himself, forced an air of composure and said, "This is just a virtual image, it's not real! It's purely for you to watch, what is there to fear?"

"Right, right, right!" These few elves told themselves not to be afraid, continuing to stare intently.

And at this time, the passionate music faded away, gradually softening. Along with a burst of ethereal immortal music and billowing white clouds, everything returned to tranquility, as if the imagery from just now was nothing but a void phantom dream.

The sound of a flute played melodiously, accompanied by that ancient yet tactful melody, as if quietly unfolding a timeless imagery akin to an ink-wash painting.

At this moment, these elves and mercenaries could no longer distinguish whether the feeling in their hearts was shock or amazement. "Fairy Dream" played by their ears with an elegant and mournful melody; before their eyes were lush mountain forests, verdant green leaves, and elegant white clouds, as if returning to that small wooden house in the mountains. Blue stone steps wound along the mountain path, and a waterfall tumbled down the mountain with a rumble, splashing white pearls of foam. Within the sound of the erhu carried a faint tinge of sorrow, like weeping and complaining, as the stream trickled below, drifting into the distance along with the erhu notes. In the land of white clouds, the image also gradually faded.

For some unknown reason, a strange sense of emotion actually welled up in their hearts. Although they had not yet touched this game, they seemed to be able to feel that beneath all this lay hidden a soul-stirring yet profoundly tragic and moving story.

Within that brief display of imagery and music, they felt as though they had experienced a magnificent grandeur and wondrous adventure that they could not have experienced in an entire lifetime before. Looking back at the past, let the past not be forgotten.

They probably only realized at this moment that Assassin's Creed was entirely different from this Legend of Sword and Fairy. If the former was a kind of conviction and faith, then the latter was a grand, magnificent, yet tender and melodious poem.

The new Mystic Realm was actually like this?!

That magnificent and vast land of mountains and rivers, that breathtaking glimpse of the giant beast in the clouds, and that timeless, poem-like ink-wash landscape.

"What a magical world!"

"Incredible!"

At this moment, their minds were entirely filled with each and every scene from that teaser video.

They spun around in their brains like a revolving lantern.

"It's even more magnificent than imagined..." Sera cried out in surprise.

"As magnificent as those great legends recorded in epics..."

"Is the next Mystic Realm actually like this?!" Commander Elven shouted loudly. "I think I need to properly calm my mind."

Having said that, he took several deep breaths in succession.

"Earlier, I saw someone forging two swords of different colors," the elven captain Lancer asked. "Was that crafting magical items? Could this Mystic Realm be a comprehensive one? Does it also include forging and alchemy techniques?"

"Uh... pretty much. This is called weapon-refining." Fang Qi thought for a moment, recalling that when he played Legend of Sword and Fairy 4 before traveling to this world, there did seem to be a complete forging system.

After all, the Qionghua Sect was a great sect renowned for sword-smithing.

...

Meanwhile, inside the old shop, a wave of gasps and exclamations also rose one after another.

"My goodness, is this Legend of Sword and Fairy 4?"

"But why does it feel like it's not the Shushan Sect?"

"..." Nalan Mingxue seemed to have discovered something, quickly sending a message into the chat group, "This seems to be Qionghua..."

"Qionghua? I know it's Qionghua, is there a problem?" Song Qingfeng replied casually.

"Haven't you read the records of the Shushan Sect?" Nalan Mingxue said. "The ancient Qionghua, the very sect that disappeared for unknown reasons."

"My goodness?! There are actually records of it?!"

"Holy crap?! (Terrified, Terrified)" Even Zong Wu was shocked into appearing, and he even let out a curse.

Gu Tingyun was also drawn out: "This time, Legend of Sword and Fairy 4 is talking about an ancient sect?!"