Crown of Silence

At that moment, in the collapsed illusion, in the collapsed consciousness.

The movement wrapped in the blazing flames was completely burned, and countless musical theories were completely evaporated in the flames. Under the elements of the Great Source, they turned to ashes, and not even a note was left.

But when the ashes completely dissipated, the flames still did not go out.

The face of the King of the Sun changed.

He felt that in the elemental fire that melted all of Ye Qingxuan's power, there was still something left, and under the layers of ashes, there was still power that had not been wiped out.

Ye Qingxuan still exists.

He is still alive!

Then, the first note flowed out of it, and then the second, the third... Like a waterfall, the torrent of musical theories rushed up from the flames.

It was like opening the box of disaster and releasing the disaster inside.

But those countless musical theories did not dissipate under the burning and impact of the flames, but... became more solid?

The Sun King was stunned for a moment, and finally realized it, and roared in anger.

Alchemy?

It was actually alchemy!

He actually used his flame as a furnace, and threw the chapter of destiny he had just created into it. Then, with the help of the flame bestowed by the Great Source, he tempered his own music theory!

Damn it!

That madman actually used his consciousness, his strength, and everything he had as materials, just like countless kinds of metals were thrown into an alchemy furnace with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees and melted into a brand new alloy.

All the dregs that could not withstand the tempering have been completely eliminated, and the power that can be retained and reborn from the flames has seemed to have gone through the test of thousands of years and turned into the most perfect form.

And now, it's time to open the furnace.

'Perfection' emerged from the furnace.

The flame was torn from the inside out, by the dazzling light that emerged in an instant, and the terrifying loud noise that swept the whole world.

It was thunder and lightning. Only lightning can have such dazzling and blazing flames, as if molten metal is flowing in the sky.

Countless electric lights intertwined and turned into a vague human outline.

The fierce light tore through the air, like countless fleeting strings, plucked and played, and made sharp and piercing sounds.

But when the sounds of countless electric currents gathered together, blended into a new rhythm, and were governed by the will in it, they became incredibly unified and harmonious.

Perfect and flawless.

This is a qualitative change.

The real qualitative change was born.

Just like Abraham's metal friction-like music, Ye Qingxuan's music theory at this moment also has a unique nature.

"Lightning? No, it's just pure 'electricity.'"

In the vague outline, the electric current oscillated, and the harsh hissing gathered together and turned into a hoarse voice: And the "Interpretation Method" that I understand has been pushed to the end, and the two sides collided, and the external manifestation turned into 'electricity'? "

At this moment, in the countless fleeting lightning, there are tens of millions of times more music theories that are frequently born and die. Every second, there are tens of millions of collisions of music theories at a speed that humans cannot imagine.

But under the constraints of the interpretation method, even if it cannot be sensed and controlled, this majestic power is still constrained in Ye Qingxuan's will.

No matter how chaotic the power is, it still moves along the established track. Under the turbulent surface, the beauty of balance is reflected all the time.

It's like a machine.

-The sacred cauldron turned into the positive pole, and the abyss projection became the negative pole. They collided with each other and evolved another form of the Silent Moon, another more violent and more turbulent form that he had never even imagined.

With this as the core, all of Ye Qingxuan's music theories were connected in series.

A brand new chapter of destiny has been achieved.

From the flames.

In the ashes.

"Are you disappointed that I didn't die? "

In the frenzy of lightning, Ye Qingxuan's face emerged bit by bit. He stared at the furious kings and laughed mockingly:

"--Don't be angry, I have worse news to tell you."

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan's eyes burst into hot lightning.

He took the first step towards the sky, his lips opened and closed, and there was a thunderous sound, and he declared loudly: "Let me tell you--"

"Everything you left behind has completely fallen apart!"

The earth shook.

Facing the impact and attack of the projections of the kings, he stepped forward step by step, and the body interwoven by the lightning kept breaking and regenerating, and persistently and slowly narrowed the distance between each other.

The thunder was still echoing, causing the walls to crack, the columns to pump, the gold and iron to decay, and the emblems to be covered with dust.

"Let me tell you--"

"The era you planned has long been broken by future generations! "

"The country you left behind has become a hotbed of corruption! "

"The future you envisioned has become the fuel for the fire of resistance. "

"The world you thought you had saved is about to be buried in the system you left behind!"

In the end, the figure covered by lightning was already within reach.

From this point, the originally thin figure has turned into a huge giant, tightening his five fingers, completely holding the King of the Sun in his palm, and slowly tightening.

At this moment, the original kings are so small.

Just like dust.

Ye Qingxuan's mouth curled up into a mocking smile, "Now, shall we talk again: Am I qualified to have this power?"

Under the crown, the face of the Sun King was withered, and his burning red eyes were still full of rage: "I curse you, rebel! People like you are not qualified to step into the hall of Guixu!"

"It's up to you, whatever you want."

Ye Qingxuan tightened his five fingers indifferently: "Goodbye, kings.

My character does not need you to point fingers; my life does not need outdated old guys to help me plan; my future will never be dedicated to your world."

Boom!

Lightning burst out.

The outline of the scorching sun was completely torn apart by the lightning, the elements collapsed, and the body of the Sun King disappeared in an instant, leaving only the old crown falling from Ye Qingxuan's fingers, hitting the ground, shattering in the wailing, and turning into dissipated dust.

But the furious thunder and lightning still did not dissipate.

In silence, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked coldly at the closed door at the end of the hall.

"Did you hear that thing behind the door!"

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, and the hoarse voice seemed to echo between heaven and earth:

"——My life belongs only to me!"

The next moment, lightning flashed, playing a frantic and roaring melody, and the door to the extreme realm opened with a bang.

——

In the deep darkness, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded.

The magnificent and exquisite octagonal crystal was covered with cracks, reflecting the dim flames around it, and countless cross-sections seemed to reflect countless kinds of flames.

Some were like furnace fire, some were like lava, some were dim, and some were so fierce that they seemed to burn the whole world.

With the cracking of the crystal, the passage to Guixu was cut off.

The meditating person woke up from his long sleep.

On the face that looked like a man and a woman, a crack burning with lightning appeared. The crack closed quickly, but then exploded again, closed again, and then exploded again.

Lightning jumped in the cracks, difficult to eliminate, and the stench of burning spread.

"He found me."

Paganini frowned unhappily, stretched out his hand, and touched the crack on his forehead, and his fingertips drew a ray of lightning. The remaining lightning lingered on his fingertips, illuminating his face, and his expressionless face was uncertain in the dancing shadows.

Staring at the lightning on his fingertips, he fell into a long thought.

What is this...?

I'm going to take a day off tomorrow, so I'm afraid there will be no update