Crown of Silence

Chapter 408 Philosopher’s Stone

I put my hand into the flame, but I couldn't feel the hot temperature.

The flame is not the substance, but the radiance embodied by the interweaving of countless music theories.

With just a slight touch, it penetrated into his body and blended into it, igniting the ether in his body, trying to ignite everything and turn it into flames.

"Ye Qingxuan, what are you doing!"

Laura noticed something strange inside his body and was immediately furious.

"Maybe... you are seeking death, right?" Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, Laura, thank you for always taking care of me. If anything happens to me, please help me take care of Bai Xi."

"You are the one who takes me as my mother..."

Before Laura finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan cut off the connection to the ladder.

Her angry voice and strength faded away together.

The flames were no longer hindered and swept through the body, covering every blood vessel, burning the moonlight and ether in the blood, disintegrating his life.

From the inside out.

At that moment, his palm finally broke through the outer layer of the flame and grasped the double snake timepiece suspended in it.

Even in the severe pain of burning, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but be shocked by the breathtaking beauty. It was a masterpiece that could drive countless alchemists crazy.

With a core intertwined with complex music theory, the complex structure comparable to the Chapter of Fate is compressed into a small square inch. It flows smoothly without any force, just like a peerless work of art, perfect to an inhuman level.

Not only does it contain the power of "Faust", but after the movement unfolds, it is perfectly embedded in the sacred fire, coordinating the huge structure within it and controlling the movement of that mighty force.

Moreover, another set of alchemical matrix was built on top of it, hiding its true face...

The three are almost absurdly superimposed in the same place, but they do not interfere with each other.

The perfect trinity.

"It depends on whether you live or die."

In severe pain, Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and prayed: Boss, if you still have any conscience, don't cheat me again this time!

He took a deep breath and recited solemnly:

"——All things are dim, only the tree of life is evergreen!"

After a long time, he once again read out the secret words to activate the Double Snake Timepiece. At that moment, everything stopped.

On the double snake timepiece, the dark coat of arms suddenly lit up.

[Supreme authority·Verification completed. 】

A voice sounded in the trance, it sounded like Elsa's voice, but it was so detached and indifferent: [Control is transferred, synchronization begins. 】

Ye Qingxuan fell into a trance.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless wings of light sprouted from behind him, connecting the sky, the earth and everything.

His will instantly expanded and enveloped the entire world.

He saw the dark river of ether flowing under the Nine Earths, the dazzling star rings hanging in the sky, the earth, water, fire and wind hidden deep in matter... Everything in the world revealed its essence to him.

In the end, he even sensed the great source in a trance.

It is the origin of everything, from which all things flow. It is mysterious and secret, but it is everywhere. For thousands of years, countless musicians have never come this close.

All the power in the sacred fire is used by him, and everything is under his control. He seems to be able to do everything he wants.

He felt as if he had become a god.

"——This is how the world is created, and miracles can be achieved based on this!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

At that moment, he woke up from his trance, lowered his head, and looked between his hands - the double snake timepiece was slowly decomposing, and countless tiny parts quietly dissipated.

Until finally, there was only a faint wisp of fire left between his palms, swaying in the wind. It was unimaginable that this tiny flame actually gathered the power of all the holy fires and brought him to the realm of divine ascension.

And now, power beyond the limits of imagination is in his hands.

At your fingertips.

But he was confused and confused.

Is it that simple? Just saying a word was rewarded with such huge power. It was unreal, like a dream, but he could feel that he was not sleeping in a dream.

This is reality.

But it's so ridiculous that it's unbelievable.

Ye Qingxuan, you have gained the strongest power in the world.

In the dark, it seemed as if someone was whispering softly in his ear: Pray to the flame in your hand, and all the glory, power, and authority in this world will be at your fingertips.

But what exactly is your desire in your heart?

Think about it, think about it carefully.

The time is still long enough for you to think about it carefully.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan looked at the flames blankly. Soon, he laughed softly: "What I want... isn't it very simple?"

"I just wanted to bring her back to life."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and stared at Elsa in front of him: "Not a puppet or an empty shell, let her live like a real little girl... This is what I want."

He clenched his hands, pushed the flame gently into Elsa's chest, and poured all the power into the girl that was enough to break the balance of the etheric world.

"Bring her to life."

He shouted towards the flame: "—immediately!"

A hoarse sigh sounded, which seemed to contain pity and meant something profound. The sound was so fleeting that it was hard to tell whether it came from the heart or the ears:

"as you wish."

The next moment, the ray of fire jumped, suddenly exploded, and spread.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, in the center of the abyss and the gate of heaven, the huge force that covered everything suddenly collapsed, shrank, swept back inward, and gathered on Elsa's body.

In Elsa's body, the sacred fire shone brightly, illuminating all directions.

The majestic melody and magnificent notes spread between heaven and earth, one after another. So gentle, so solemn, as if full of the mysteries of life and soul, representing the resting soul and the mystery of life and death.

First, the gentle and dreamy "Mercy", followed by the majestic "Day of Wrath", "The Sound of the Horn", "God's Mercy", "The Time of Judgment", and at the peak, it evolved into "Sacrifice", "Holy"...

"This is..."

Ye Qingxuan listened to the melody from the holy fire in a daze, as if struck by lightning, and couldn't believe it.

This is "Requiem"!

The scepter inherited by the Yellow Kings of all generations was hidden in this holy fire! The Yellow King, who had planted plague and poison on the Romulans, actually left the power representing his inheritance on them.

In that sacred melody, endless flames poured into Elsa's body, as if the departed soul had returned again. In the empty cavity, the burned blood and flesh grew again from the ashes, and blood flowed from her body again. The slender blood vessels and organs reappeared in her body.

And that huge power even penetrated the sea of ​​​​ether, faintly carrying the tributaries of the great source, consuming this huge and luxurious power to find those broken memories and remnants of the past.

Death and life are reversed...

"No! Stop! Stop it!"

Paganini screamed, containing anger and heartache. It was like seeing a fool squandering the huge wealth that originally belonged to him. The chips that were enough to change the world were only exchanged for a few grains of dust in his hands!

The darkness was furious. The huge body desperately squeezed out of the abyss, desperate to break free from the restraints, even if it was severely injured by the sword again.

"Do you know what you are doing!"

He glared at Ye Qingxuan, wishing to tear him into pieces: "Ye Qingxuan, stop! That is not your thing! You don't even know what it represents!"

Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to it, just staring at the rapidly dissipating flames. The dissipated flames turned into countless complex musical theories, which overlapped and woven under the invisible hands, interweaving into the prototype of the soul.

Until the end, it seemed to condense into some bright red substance.

That was the result of the legendary school of chants, the embodiment of miracles in the world, and the magnificent thing that subverted the boundary between life and death.

——The Philosopher's Stone!

At that moment, the endless power was exhausted, just like the sea was squandered to dryness, and no water vapor remained. Only the miracle created by the seven seas remained.

In the ashes of the fire, Elsa had recovered her breath, as if she was in a long sleep, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost held his breath.

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Sorry, I'm crazy... I've been squatting at home typing since this morning, and I've been stuck until now. I'm really stuck and can't write anymore.

If I can write the next chapter tomorrow, I'll try to update it.