Silent Crown

Chapter 501: Knights and Liars

Bump!

Nora was shocked, so he plopped down on the ground, looking back with glassy eyes. "Ye, Ye, Ye… Ye Qingxuan?!"

Now no one cared about Nora's life as a guarantee, and all the Knights Templar drew their swords against Ye Qingxuan.

The surviving Templars were taking a battle stance again.

"Calm down."

Ye Qingxuan raised Nora back to his feet and moved him aside. "I know my identity sucks, and I understand how you are feeling now. But I think that what I did just now has already proved my good intentions. If you do not have any other tasks, I hope you can go with me to rescue the Central Temple. Perhaps it's not too late. "

"…"

In the silence, Quentin was about to talk, but Vasco stopped him.

The knight in the gospel armor took off his helmet and revealed a burned face. He bent down and stared at Ye Qingxuan.

"I know you," he said. "Two months ago, I served under the command of the army chief, Bann. I met you in Auschwitz. You haven't changed much since then."

"I may have changed much, but you can't see it." Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly. "I know that a suspect's request is somewhat excessive for you, but I hope you can make the decision quickly. After all, I'm in a hurry."

"To be honest, I don't believe that you are the so-called Executioner." Vasco shook his head slightly. "Mr. Bann once assured us of your character. I believe in his vision. He is a pure priest, a servant of God, a devoted keeper of regulations and laws. I believe that his foster son would not be scum. However, I still want to ask you a question. The answer determines whether we will help you next, or… draw our swords against you."

He reached and pulled out a sword for close combat from his armor, holding it in his hand reversely, but his eyes stared into those of the youth in front of him.

With chill.

He said, "Ye Qingxuan, I ask you: were you really involved in the assassination of the Pope?"

"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head.

Vasco stared at his pupils, as if to discern anything that looked like a lie. After a long time, he slowly bowed. "Very well."

With the sword darting into the sheath again, he turned and waved. "Escort Mr. Ye to the Central Temple. Anyway, we can perform the duty of Knights Templar there."

The squad began to march again, but this time, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded as the core. Behind him, Nora followed like a sleepwalker.

Ye Qingxuan asked Vasco, "Do you trust me? After all, words are no guarantee."

"Mr. Bann saved me on the battlefield, twice." Vasco looked forward and said indifferently, "You also saved us, didn't you?"

"Maybe I have ulterior motives."

"I will keep an eye on you." Vasco took a look at him. "Very closely."

"Sorry to trouble you." Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

Very soon, they arrived at the periphery of the Central Temple.

It had been thoroughly assimilated into an abyssal land, where chaotic roars rang and innumerable shadows appeared from walls and in empty underground streets as if waiting for them to step into the traps.

"Iron wall formation!" Vasco took his sword and commanded, "Blade dancers go to the front! Longbowmen prepare! Everyone check your holy water, and watch out for the black musicians hidden among the demons!"

Ye Qingxuan could not help but say, "Actually, I wanted to ask from the start: where are your army musicians?"

Hearing his words, Vasco's face clouded, then he clenched his sword hilt. "Before we were attacked, all the musicians were called away."

"Called away?" Quentin sneered, "Hey, 'secret security'! Pooh! Those idiots sitting in the office didn't know what they had done at all…"

"Forget about it."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, and threw the almost scared-to-death Nora to Vasco. "I'll be your only musician, but you have to protect this coward."

The only musician?

Bitterness appeared on Vasco's face. Thousands of demons are here.

It must have taken a lot of time for dozens of black musicians.

Moreover, the other party may have secret weapons.

Even one or two big demons.

Although Ye Qingxuan is powerful, he can't fight against them alone.

He opened his mouth, but he saw Ye Qingxuan had closed his eyes.

Then…

The dreamland!

Everyone watched a full moon slowly rise from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head.

Suddenly, all the detectors on the Templars' shoulders warned with sharp sirens. Vasco was stunned after seeing that the terrible degree that had originally exceeded the measurement range was rapidly dropping.

One million, nine hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand…

It was as fast as jumping off a building.

Some fragile alchemical equipment on the Templars even exploded.

The invisible waves spread from Ye Qingxuan's feet and set off billows, sweeping over the surrounding areas. Wherever they went, the countless demons stiffened and snarled crazily.

In some places, the hidden ones were forced out of the shadows. Under such a terrible falling gap, the music theory in their bodies was getting turbulent and uncontrollable, and their blood spitted out.

What was worse, the Aether Furnace implanted in their bodies suddenly exploded. They were turned into masses of rotten meat by the horrible power which was swallowed up by invisible monsters just after gushing out.

In a flash, the aether reading dropped to the minimum - 0!

The Wyrmrest Enchantment!

Although the moonlight was so illusory and fragile, there were innumerable afterimpacts and collisions between the abyss and the Sacred City.

At this moment, within the few kilometers covered by the moonlight, all the musicians had lost their power. Even the master musicians could only protect themselves and couldn't care for the others.

"What… is this?" Vasco gasped. Soon, he looked up and stared at the chaotic demons ahead, showing a grim smile.

After losing the support of the abyssal music theory and the black musicians, the demons were just bigger beasts.

Such a golden opportunity!

"Forward!"

He lifted the Thermal Epee and shouted to everyone, "Follow me! Go to the Central Temple! Tell those bastards who is here and who is their enemy!"

Then the earth boomed.

When the Knights Templar were galloping, the ground quaked and the sound of steel reverberated through the entire battlefield.

The bloody Eagle Flag rose again.

At this moment, the Iron Eagle was flying above the battlefield proudly!

In the Central Temple, the alarm of the last closed enchantment rang harshly.

A loud noise came.

When all the priests looked at the dim nebula overhead, their faces turned pale.

The observation system in the enchantment of the Sacred City had completely failed, diffusing red lights everywhere, which symbolized collapsing. The overused enchantment had now reached the brink of collapse.

Under the pressure from the abyss, everyone were stuck here.

There was no outside aid, no orders. Even over two-thirds of the backbone musicians were not on duty.

The rest tried to maintain the enchantment again and again, and then waited for the alarm sound of failure again and again. In the end, all of them gave up hopelessly.

"Crap! All of you are crap! You can't even repair an enchantment center! There are so many coordinating instruments in the Sacred City. Can't they share some pressure? With so many budgets invested each year, how could you become crap when we need you?"

Rembrandt looked at their wilting faces and said fiercely, "What did you guys do! All of you are called the elites! And that bastard, Albert, how much money did he put in his own pocket? You are crap! You are guilty of misconduct! All of you! If I didn't command, it would all be finished by now! Do you understand?"

The priests were standing by silently with gloomy faces while he yelled.

After the Archbishop,Albert,was dismissed, Rembrandt acted on the very first day of his tenure. He withdrew the buffer equipment on the excuse of the budget, leaving the enchantment with no flexibility. In addition, all the backbone musicians before were also removed and replaced with his own confidants.

When the war started, half of his powerful backbone musicians didn't even show up. They were hiding somewhere. With no power or order, the musicians present couldn't even manage to issue an early warning of changes.

It was half an hour before Rembrandt showed up, reeking of booze. He commanded them to launch the discharging module without even having a look at the pre-reading star atlas, resulting in the damage of more than sixteen key locations.

Before that, those who remonstrated bluntly and attempted to stop him were made the scapegoats and dismissed. If they survived, they would be exiled to the edge of the dark world.

In the end, no one dared to speak.

The rest of them just watched as he commanded they give up the outer layer and the middle layer, even the inner layer.

The enchantment matrix had been distorted into a mess under the pressure of the abyss.

The outflowing layer on the surface was completely destroyed.

The transforming layer of the forming layer was scrapped.

The creating layer that allocated music theory resources had lost control.

Now only the Action Land in the center remained intact, standing there all alone and glowing with a red of warning over and over again.

Under the red light, the once dazzling nebula had turned dark.

The outermost layer was thoroughly assimilated.

In other words, the defense of the outermost layer in the Sacred City had already fallen into the enemy's hands.

"F**k…"

The chief engineer sat in a corner and stared coldly at Rembrandt with eyes flashing resentment. His secretary pulled him down and babbled at him, "Calm down! It's useless. He is still the archbishop of the Central Temple. Do you want to be a renegade? "

Rembrandt sensed their resentment, sneered inside, and just got over it.

Those craps even wanted to abandon the Central Temple and shift the focus to support the inner enchantment. If I didn't stop them, all the people here would have already died.

Now all the forces that remain in the enchantment have been gathered up, and the six sub-centers on the outskirt have been abandoned to safeguard the Central Temple with every effort. A starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even though dozens of big demons siege together, it can be impregnable here.

My own security has been guaranteed.

Then, the next step is how to smooth the aftermath over.

His thoughts were shifting rapidly from the losses of the Sacred City to how to get rid of his faults.

It was my brilliant leadership that saved the Central Temple, a very important institution, from falling into the hands of the demons on just the second day after I took office. Although I am responsible for the result, no one can blame on me. A horizontal transfer to other places would be the worst punishment…

However, the fault of abandoning the residents of the outer area is a bit serious.

I must find a suitable person to take the responsibility.

Thinking of that, he looked at the chief engineer and his assistant, who were not far away, with coldness in his eyes. Such a good opportunity for me to get rid of the annoying confidants of Albert who take the positions but won't go.

It was heard that this bastard tried in secret to stir up other people's dissatisfaction with me and then impeach me with the cardinal bishop. If I didn't see through that with my quick mind, I am afraid that I would have been framed by now.

If that's the case, there is no other way.

He sighed softly, but didn't feel that depressed. He stopped looking at the engineers and closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but think:

When this is over, there will be a huge gap at the top of the Sacred City.

With Mr. Ludovic's promise, do I still have a chance to go further?

The shrill alarm drew him back from his contemplation.

He looked up confused.

"What happened again?" He glared at the musicians who were operating the enchantment. "I've already said it a million times! Don't mess with it! Are you guys trifling with the lives of the people here?"

"No, not me!"

The musician who stood in front of a pipe organ raised his hands and shook his head innocently. "It was outside… outside the Central Temple. Someone connected the line and asked us to open the door to let them in."

"Now?"

Rembrandt was shocked and frowned. "Who is this? Can you figure it out?"

Soon, the operational musician received an answering message and shouted with excitement, "It is the sign of the Knights Templar! The Knights Templar is coming to help us out!"

"That's impossible!"

Rembrandt screamed subconsciously. But when everyone looked at him, he suddenly paused and said, "Who knows if they are really Knights Templar? Demons are everywhere outside, and there are only two squads of the Knights Templar stationed in the Sacred City. How could they come in! They… are liars!"

When he said that, his eyes widened and suddenly became more certain. "Yes! They must be! Our task is to defend here! Never let anyone suspicious in!"

"But…" The operating musician was stunned. "It's really…"

"Really?" Rembrandt sneered. "Can you be sure about that? Can you make the decision to let them in? Can you take the responsibility?"

"We can open the side door," a man said in a hoarse voice. "Let them pass a quarantine. We also have the safety valve and the vacuum chamber there. If they are what they say they are, they would not refuse to pass the quarantine; besides, we can take this opportunity to examine them."

Hearing this, Rembrandt turned around and shouted to the engineer, "Seriously?! If we open the door, what if something goes wrong with the central holy temple? Are you able to take the responsibility then?"

"Thanks for your kindly reminder," the old general engineer sneered. "In fact, the cardinal church has allowed me to be in charge of the limits of authority on security. You can activate the enchantment of the Sacred City, but to activate the facilities of the central holy temple, you would need my permission."

Rembrandt shouted, "Rubens, how dare you!"

"Are you deaf!" Rubens stared at the operation musician. "I command you to open the door!"

The operation musician hesitated and looked at both Rubens and Rembrandt. Rembrandt scolded him and ordered him to take his hands off the keys of the pipe organ.

The operation musician was silent and took his hands off the keys.

Rembrandt was relieved. He looked at Rubens and coldly said, "You disobeyed the orders from your superiors and put the whole central holy temple into danger. Rubens, I hope you have a good explanation when facing the cardinal church."

"I am just doing my duty," Rubens replied coldly. He then glanced at the operation musician and felt very disappointed.

The operation musician didn't dare to look at Rubens, and dodged his eyes.

"There is no need for you to fulfill your duty now." Rembrandt stood in front of Rubens, took off his name badge, and threw in on the ground. "You are suspended now! Go to the cardinal church and prepare for the interrogation."

Rubens sneered, turned around, and left the hall.

When Rubens walked past the operation musician, he stopped and stared at him. "Hal, I am very disappointed with you. It is not because that you have disobeyed my order. You know what, Rembrandt has just been here for two days, and you have abandoned the principles and doctrine to which your father has stuck for his whole life. Both your father and I have backed the wrong horse."

Rubens continued to walk, and when he was about to walk out of the holy temple, he heard a low and deep music.

Rembrandt was stunned, and when he saw Hal playing the pipe organ, his face twisted.

"You b*stard! How dare you! How dare you!"

The operation musician laughed. He took off his badge and threw it to the ground.

"I am sorry, I quit!"

Hearing this, Rembrandt's face convulsed with rage. Before he said anything, the door suddenly opened.

As soon as the door opened, blood flew into the holy temple.

If one wanted to get to the holy temple that had been insulated by two doors, he would have to walk past the closed safety valve and the vacuum chamber. But even so, a huge amount of blood still managed to flow into the temple. The smell of blood permeated the air.

The surviving Knights Templar were walking into the holy temple holding broken swords in their hands. All their armor was also broken, and worse still, the knight who was wearing the gospel armor was already disfigured.

By looking at their armor, the three could see they had been through a heavy fight. Steam was spurting from the broken Aether pipe on the surface of armor. Because of the blood on the armor, the steam turned red as it rose into the air.

Some of the knights took off their broken masks and helmets. Their hair was soaked with sticky blood, and due to their body temperature, the blood had curdled.

After the heavy fight, only twenty-seven knights survived. They all looked like they had just come back from hell.

In the middle of these knights, there were two men. One was a young priest who had been severely shocked by what had happened, the other was a young man wearing a long robe.

The robe had been soaked with devil's blood and turned scarlet. The ashes from the burnt cross were smeared black across the robe. The red mixed together with the black and looked terrifying.

Apart from the young man's robe, what was more startling was his shining white hair and his eyes.

His eyes looked like a dark whirlpool, the entrance to someplace deep and dangerous.

"How dare you break into the holy temple without my permission?!" Rembrandt shouted. He then recognized the knight who was wearing the gospel armor: Vasco. He looked disgusted.

"You are just an insignificant Aquilifer, a small captain! How dare you step into the holy temple without permission!"

"We never expected this would happen." Vasco was silent for while and replied, "We come here to rescue."

"Rescue?" Hearing this, Rembrandt laughed. "Who told you to come here to rescue us? You think too highly of yourself. We do not need your rescue."

Quintin's face looked rather gloomy. Earlier, his face had been cut by the Zombie Knight, leaving a ragged slash on his face. The crack was like a baby's mouth and looked very scary. If it were not for Ye Qingxuan, he would have already become a devil.

"My lord, we simply come here to…"

Before Vasco finished his words, Ye Qingxuan patted on his shoulder and asked him to stop talking.

Rembrandt noticed this young man standing in front of him and looked down upon him.

Strangely, Rembrandt felt he had seen this young man before.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" This young man looked as if he was reading Rembrandt's mind. He squinted his eyes and said, "Single Heart Brother? Ludovic… what have they promised to give you if you agree to work with them?"

"Who are you?" Rembrandt felt he had been seen through by this young man. Suddenly, something occurred to him.

He exclaimed, "Are you Ye Qingxuan?!"

"How dare you!" he shouted at the Knights Templar. "You b*stards! How dare you come here! Go and get him!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingxuan quickly walked past Rembrandt and cut off his head.

Rembrandt's head fell onto the ground and rolled for a short while, then stopped.

Everyone was shocked by this. Dead silence now claimed this holy temple.

Vasco looked at Ye Qingxuan in a daze, struggling to collect his wits.

Rembrandt's body fell on the ground, the blood flowing out and soaking his robe. In just a few minutes, an officiant was killed by Ye Qingxuan.

Seeing this, Vasco began to ask himself if it was a bad idea for him to escort Ye Qingxuan here.

Ye Qingxuan coldly looked at the rest of the people and asked, "Who is in charge here?"

No one replied.

In fact, the one Ye Qingxuan had just killed was in charge of this place.

After a long while, Rubens came forward and said, "I am the general engineer here. I am in charge of the mechanical construction of the enchantment here."

Rubens stared at Ye Qingxuan and said, "I don't care why you come here, and I don't care if you are going to kill the Pope. No matter what, I will try my best to help you." He stopped for a few minutes and said, "But I have a condition…"

Twenty minutes later.

A hidden underground prison was as lively and bustling as a bazaar.

In the spreading chaos, demons invaded the city, guards abandoned their posts, and criminals were joyfully rising in rebellion.

With torches held high, the prisoners lit their clothes and sheets, sawed through the bars of their cages, broke their shackles, and set off a carnival in the prison.

And on the high stage where dozens of desks were set up in the center of countless noise and screaming, someone was preaching passionately.

"Fellows!" the person shouted with an old voice. "We meet here today, working together to fight against Ludovic's oppression! We have paid such a great price and made such a great sacrifice! We need to remember this moment of victory!"

"Victory! Victory!" the reveling prisoners shouted back. "The moment of victory!"

"So, is it for money, glory, or rights?"

On those dozens of tables, an abnormal old man in a tattered, dirty dress clenched his fists, screaming angrily, "No, it's the most precious thing for one's life. It's freedom!"

The prisoners, indulging themselves in stimulants, alcohol, and banned drugs, screamed with ecstasy, "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"

"Let us fight! Let us wave the flag of freedom! Let us move toward a new era!" the old man shouted. "F**k the pope!"

Crazy prisoners shrieked and shouted back again, "F**k the pope! F**k the pope! F**k the pope!"

"Very good!" The old man nodded with satisfaction. "Come on, bring Ludovic's lackey!"

Soon, the prison governor was brought up and tied tightly on a tattered cross. The space around the cross was cluttered with broken wood and doused with fuels as well as liquor with a pungent smell brought by someone from unknown places.

The governor looked utterly pale.

"I beg your mercy! I beg your mercy!" he screamed. "I'm innocent!"

"Nonsense! Do you think you can fool me!"

The abnormal old man in a dress jumped down and pointed at his nose. "I can see through your little lies even with my nose!"

"What I said is true!" The governor cried without tears. "It was the order of the stupid bishop! He had just run! I'm just a poor man! Please, I haven't done anything harmful to you! Please, it's all that stupid bishop's fault!"

The old man picked up two bottles of liquor and poured them on him, leaving a bit to drink. He got sleepy eyes from the drink and asked in a skeptical tone, "Really?"

"Yes! Yes!" The governor nodded as fast as he could.

"Then, you answer a question!" The old man raised his voice, pointed to his nose, and said, "If you dare to tell lies, you must pay for your lies today!"

He paused and asked in a holy and solemn tone, "Do I look good in dresses?"

"…"

In a flash, all the noises disappeared.

Dead silence.

What is he talking about?

The prisoners and the governor tied on the cross looked at the old man with confused expressions. But the governor didn't dare to answer, because the old man still held a newly-lit match in his hand.

"Say it! Yes or no?"

The old man moved the match closer and said, "If you lie to me, I'll fire you up!"

The governor cried out in tears, broke down completely, and was about to speak.

At that moment, a roar rang.

It was just like a thunderbolt dropped by an outrageous god from the ninth heaven to kill the goddamn desecrater. With the roar continuing, the earth and mountains quaked so hard that no one could stand steadily.

In the loudest bang, the ceiling suddenly broke. A roaring, heavy shadow passed through the layers of the barrier and fell to the ground of the bottom floor.

Boom!

Dust and broken stones flew in the air.

Everyone plopped down on the floor.

An extremely heavy thing descended from heaven, smashed every layer of the ceiling, and even fell to the bottom floor!

The prison governor, tied to the cross, was almost caught under the falling thing and smashed into a patty. He was pale and almost fainted after his narrow escape.

Soon, the scraping noise of steel and iron sounded.

A burly figure emerged from the smoke and no one could breathe.

Knights Templar!

It was the Knights Templar!

The huge gospel armor was a terrible deterrent, making everyone afraid to speak and awakening them from ecstasy with frightened eyes.

The Templar looked around, nodded, and waved to the ceiling after having confirmed that there were no threats. Soon, a rope condensed from aether stretched down.

A white-haired young man in a robe slid down the rope and landed on the Templar's shoulder. He looked around and frowned.

"Who's Albert, the archbishop?"

"…"

"Who's Albert, the archbishop?" he asked again. Obviously, he didn't wait for an answer this time. Instead, he popped up several perception threads of moonlight to find memories directly from their brains.

In the end, his sight fell on the old man in a dress.

"Mr. Albert?" he asked.

Albert seemed to still be partially drunk. He stared at the newcomer in confusion. "You're looking for me? Did you come here to join us?"

"…Are there any normal people at the top of the Church?" The young man pursed his lips and sighed. "You are so fortunate to have such a good subordinate. Follow me, Mr. Albert, your Central Temple is waiting for you."

"Really?"

Albert froze for a moment and jumped up excitedly to take Ye Qingxuan's shoulder. "You should have said so earlier! I thought you were sent by Ludovic, that little bitch, to kill me!"

He continued, "Oops! You look so familiar, my little brother. I think I've met you somewhere. What a pity! You look like the unlucky guy that killed the Pope, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, no one cares who you are in such chaos. By the way, when shall we leave here?"

"Right away."

"Well, please wait for me."

Albert waved his hand and said, "I still have something to do here."

Then he took a match out of his pocket, lit it, and shook it very seriously in front of the governor. "You haven't answered me yet! Say! Do I look good in dresses?"

The governor had completely broken down, and nodded while crying. "Yes! Yes! You look great in your dress!"

Then, Albert's smile disappeared.

Became cold and indifferent.

Like an iron stone.

"Stupid."

He released his finger and let the match slip down.

"You look good in women's clothes."

Ignoring the governor who was screaming in the fire, he turned around and pulled the rope. All the prisoners looked at Albert in admiration as he was raised up through the rolling of the pulleys and left under the protection of the Knights Templar.

After a very long time, only one person reacted, and pointing in surprise to the hole through which faint light fell down:

"Our boss is ascending to heaven!"

"Ascend! Ascension! Ascend!"

In the cheers of a number of "Freedom Fighters," something tattered and dirty fluttered down from the crack and danced in mid-air, like a butterfly flying into the flames.

Burned into the crazy ashes.

"The f**king world changed so fast."

Archbishop Albert, in a prison uniform, sat in his former position with undried blood under his feet. Several loyal subordinates were rubbing his shoulders and legs, and serving him in every possible way.

Rubens struck a match and then lit a cigar in the corner of Albert's mouth. The cigar was found on Rembrandt's dead body, and it had a sweet taste.

Then, his face was hidden behind the thick smoke.

"Within just a few days, the host died in the hands of his loyal subordinates, and the Pope was stabbed to death during the New Year's sermon.

"Without the Pope, the Archbishop of the Church was as useless as a dog and put into prison by the new superior, wearing women's dresses and pretending to be insane for the purpose of self-protection.

"Before I got drunk, people were singing and dancing in the Sacred City, expecting the coming of a new era.

"But I just took a nap, and the Sacred City became such a wasteland that it seems to have been ravaged dozens of times.

"It's so miserable."

"Now, the suspect who killed the Pope has rescued me from dilemma and has entrusted me with the important institutions of the Sacred City. And this guy, within just half a month, jumped from the official musician to the master level…"

He stared at Ye Qingxuan and puffed out smoke.

"Doesn't this world need reasons and common sense?"

"What I realized in the past two weeks would probably be this: the world has its own logic and principles, and those who cannot come up with it will be crushed and thrown into dust."

Ye Qingxuan answered lightly, "So, after going through those things, I decide to go ahead of the world."

After a long moment's silence, Albert took the cigar from his mouth and threw it into the totally dried blood pool on the ground. He sighed slightly. "Tell me what you want, young man. At this time, both you and I are unable to change the reality. The changes of the big era can't be converted by small potatoes like you and me, but we can at least decide where it converts to.

"Are you ready to give the Sacred City to the Hyakume in exchange for meritorious deeds, or to make vigorous efforts to turn the situation and be a hero for several minutes? Tell me your choice!"

"Neither." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "What the world will turn into should be considered by big men. I just want to find someone in the Sacred City."

"Find someone?" Albert was stunned for a moment, then he laughed. Maybe he laughed at himself, maybe at Ye Qingxuan. "You just…want to find someone through enchantment?"

He shook his head blankly. "I'm sorry, young man. As you see, the great enchantment of the Sacred City is badly damaged. All the basic functions can't be carried out, and the balance among the four layers of all its matrices is thrown into disorder. Even if I give you the highest authority right now, what you would have access to is only an empty shell.

"My whole life's hard work now become an empty shell! Those f**king bastards…"

Ye Qingxuan looked at his depressed face and shook his head. "It's broken, but it can be repaired."

"You want to repair it?" Albert laughed. "Ye Qingxuan, I know how powerful you are in the respect of the path of domain. But the enchantment in the Sacred City is different from that in Avalon. The base point of harmonious melody of the former is six times of that of the latter. Besides, in the past few centuries, it has been repaired and enhanced many times! As long as the base point increases, the labor and the difficulty of repairing and enhancing the enchantment would increase by geometric progression! This enchantment is actually an unprecedented and extremely complex alchemy array; even Hermes would not be able to fix it! You are just a Master, and you really think you can handle it? Be sensible! You know what, even simply making the enchantment function again would need more than one Master!"

Ye Qingxuan was not bothered by Albert's cynicism. He looked at the dim nebula floating in the holy temple and asked, "You still have the highest authorization, don't you?"

"So what?" Albert rolled his eyes. "Terminating my authorization is a big project. You would have to rewrite the ultimate arrays of the Instruments of harmonious melody one by one, which would cost you one month at least. The same applies to Ludovic. By the way, even if you had the authorization, it wouldn't be much help if you haven't got the…?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed. "As far as I am concerned, the enchantment is itself a bridge which connects all the important institutions together, which makes it far more important than the Pope's palace. I have read from the materials of the Silence Governance that the ultimate authorization can be used to activate the bell tower system, and one can be aided with the energy from the bell tower system…"

Albert was silent.

"I think I can do it," Ye Qingxuan said with a rather serious face.

"You must be mad." Albert shook his head.

"It would be abnormal if I was not mad." Ye Qingxuan looked at him. "The worst scenario may be my explosion in front of you. What on earth are you afraid of? Worrying that your new clothes might get stained?"

"I think you are asking for trouble." Albert sighed. "Do whatever what you want. Tell me how many bell towers you need in total, and I will get them for you!"

"How many can I have at most?"

"Ten," Albert said.

Ye Qingxuan gave in and sighed. "Ten will be fine then."

"Please follow me." Albert glanced at Ye Qingxuan, turned around, and walked towards the deepest part of the palace.

It was completely dark around them, and the two walked on the stairs and passed many mysterious doors.

As time went on, it was getting hotter and hotter. Ye Qingxuan felt like he was in a sauna. When he breathed in the hot air, he felt as if his lungs were going to melt away.

The two stopped. In front of them, there was only one more door.

"Is the internal water cooling system broken?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

Albert did not reply. Instead, he asked Ye Qingxuan to wait for a while. Then he walked into a small room next to the door.

Albert walked out wearing thick, heat-resistant clothing. Looking through the glass on the helmet, Ye Qingxuan found that Albert was also wearing a portable rebreather.

"Remember to protect yourself," Albert said and pulled down the rod.

Bang!

The door opened, and hot steam spurted out. Ye Qingxuan could see that the other side of the door was simply a big smelter, in which numerous Instruments of harmonious melody were standing upright.

More than half of the Instruments of harmonious melody had already dimmed, and only the six Instruments of harmonious melody in the center were still shining with a dim light.

Each Instrument of harmonious melody was cone-shaped and a few meters high. Countless threads were twining around the Instruments of harmonious melody, extending to the upper roof.

All the Instruments of harmonious melody were standing in the steam, and one could only see a vague silhouette of them.

Ye Qingxuan felt like he had stepped into a foggy forest, but it was not fog, it was burning hot steam.

All the other engineers were wearing the same clothing as Albert. Apart from them, there were groups of musicians hurriedly walking around. They were working very hard to maintain the Instruments of harmonious melody and prevent them from collapsing, something that was going to happen at any minute.

"Hello, I haven't see you guys for such a long time," Albert greeted them. "Congratulations! Your former boss has come back, right? But it is such a pity that he might be the last one who is in charge of this damn place."

"We are in the control center of the enchantment?" Ye Qingxuan covered his nose and said. At the same time, a boundary layer appeared around him and blocked the scary steam.

"You are right." Albert pushed away the working staff who were in his way. He then walked to the central area and bypassed the huge central Instrument of harmonious melody.

In the middle of the six instruments of harmonious melody stood an enormous "Aether Pond" that was ten meters wide.

Normally, the pond was very calm. Because of the huge pressure of the Instrument of harmonious melody, the Sea of Aether had congealed. The complex alchemy array here, together with the magnificent music movements formed by the music theory of the Sea of Aether, formed the core of the enchantment of the Sacred City. Or in other words, the Moving World among the four alchemy worlds.

This was the place where the original music theory of the enchantment was kept. Via the music theory, the central holy temple managed to control…?

However, the enchantment was out of control.

Over half of the Instruments of harmonious melody did not work anymore; the Aether Pond also became a mess due to the outside interference.

An ordered system now became an "Aether Whirlpool" that was full of scary fragments of the music theory. Drastic reactions were happening all the time and the balance could break down at any minute.

Moreover, most of the alchemy array did not work anymore, and the left part was overloading.

Seeing this, Albert cursed. His face was now convulsed with anger. If Ludovic were standing in front of him, he would definitely have loaded himself with bombs and killed both Ludovic and himself.

Watching the boiling red soup of an Aether Pond, Ye Qingxuan was a bit confused.

"You do not mean to ask me to jump into the Aether Pond to repair the enchantment, right?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"You are right." Albert laughed and said with a serious face, "On behalf of the cardinal church, I now command you to save the Sacred City!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan forced out a smile and nodded.

Albert then touched his left eye with his hand, and when he moved his hand away, Ye Qingxuan saw that his left eyeball was gone.

In Albert's hand, there was an artificial eyeball that was still moving.

"What is that?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"When I took charge of the central holy temple, people from the artifacts exhibition room took away one of my eyeballs and made this artificial one for me."

Albert then handed this eyeball to Ye Qingxuan and said, "Take it with you. When you manage to repair the enchantment and you are still alive, you will need this."

The eyeball began to disassemble itself and took off its outer wrapping. What was now left was an extremely complicated music movement that was made up of countless dancing musical notes. The musical notes gathered together and formed a clock.

In the blink of an eye, the clock merged with Ye Qingxuan's body and integrated with his music movement of fate.

Actually, this clock was a key, but Albert did not tell him what was it really for. He then waved his hands and asked Ye Qingxuan to leave soon.

In a short while, Ye Qingxuan took off all his belongings. There was only one thing left on him, and that was the clothes of original sin. It was no longer black, instead it looked almost invisible, which was the result of the change of music theory that had twisted both the light and senses.

"Are you ready?"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand. "Start when I give the signal." He was standing next to the pond and heard Albert shouting at him in the distance.

"What?" he turned around and looked at Albert.

Albert looked a bit worried, full of expectation and a bit of longing.

"Are you sure about this?" Albert asked.

Ye Qingxuan laughed. "No worry. I worked as a repairman in the town of Lute for five years, and I was responsible for all the bell towers there! You know what the people from Anglo's Privy Council have said to me?"

"They said I am a professional repairman, so I am trustworthy!"

In the next moment, Ye Qingxuan jumped into the pond and disappeared in the red boiling water.

Albert anxiously rushed to the pond and hurriedly looked for Ye Qingxuan's body, without caring if he would be hurt by the heat and the bright light.

Suddenly, the Aether Pond became calm again.

Countless music theories were intertwining with each other, dazzling Albert. He tried to analyze it, but he soon felt very dizzy and stopped.

It was already beyond his limit to analyze the music theory that had changed drastically.

This was all because of Ye Qingxuan.

Thinking of this, Albert could not help murmuring, "What a monster he is…"

A white light suddenly flew out of the Aether Pond and blazed across Albert's face. Albert was terrified by this and fell on the ground.

Suddenly, the low and deep sound of zither came from nowhere. At the same time, countless strings of Jiu Xiao Huan Pei surfaced and intertwined with each other. In the blink of an eye, they filled the whole space.

The strings were all vibrating and playing different musical notes. It was the music movement of "Tune of the Sea Dragon."

The Heaven Ladder was activated.

The strings resonated with each other and shrouded all the Instruments of harmonious melody.

Accompanied with the ongoing music notes, the rest of the Instruments of harmonious melody all lit up again.

One instrument, two instruments, three instruments… In the blink of an eye, all the Instruments of harmonious melody were shining in the cold light, and everyone present was shocked by this scene.

All the Instruments of harmonious melody that had stopped working due to the collapse of music theory began to work again.

"He did it! He managed to activate the Instruments of harmonious melody," a musician exclaimed. "I have also got the signal from the music theory of the Moving World."

Everyone was cheered up and amazed by this scene.

It was just like a dying old man whose heart rejuvenated again had opened his eyes, stood up, and yelled, "I am not dead yet, I am still alive!" while his family was preparing for his funeral.

"What are you waiting for?"

Albert rushed up and kicked the man, "Wake up the cooling matrix module and get ready to reconnect to the coordinating instruments outside!"

He yelled at all the dull people, "It's not the time for a doze! All of you, move! Switch on all standby modules and discharge the pressure in the aether pool! Restart operation!"

"Where should we discharge it to?" someone asked weakly, raising his hand.

"Any f**king places you want to, understand?" Albert took his collar and shouted angrily, "Even if you discharge it to your mother's house, I must see the enchantment of the Sacred City restarting! Do you understand?"

The operational musician nodded unconsciously, opened the panel, and pulled off the drainage valve.

Then, in the dark Sacred City, everyone heard the high-pitched horns of the pipe organ.

Immediately afterwards, a splendid and glowing light emerged from the top of the Central Temple, like a beautiful aurora, spreading in the sky and illuminating those bleak faces.

"Bishop, the bell tower system has been warmed up." The voice of Rubens rang from an external communicator. "We have taken control of the sixteen underground bell towers nearby, ready to resonate."

"Connect with them."

In the insulated helmet, Albert dangled a lit cigarette in his mouth and spewed smoke which blurred his face. He said, "All of them."

"All of them?!" Rubens was shocked.

"All of them."

Albert nodded. "I'm a bit convinced that this little monster can do it."

Rubens remained silent for a moment and switched off the communicator.

"The bell towers prepare to resonate!"

Under the tremulous nebula, he ordered the operational musicians, "Get all of them connected!"

The six operational musicians who had retaken their positions nodded and stood in front of the huge pipe organs. Twelve palms fell on top of the eight-story keyboard. Driven by the steam, the steel made a terrible and deafening sound!

The solemn and low melody spread.

Immediately afterwards, a roaring bell rang suddenly under the ground.

The pool of aether boiled again all of a sudden.

Ye Qingxuan's roar came.

"May God give us mercy."

Albert took the holy emblem off his chest. "Ye Qingxuan, you must make it!"

In the aether pool, Ye Qingxuan felt like he was going crazy.

If he knew that Albert believed in himself so much, he couldn't help but swear.

Sixteen bell towers!

Sixteen bell towers on him!

It was equivalent to giving the music theory and power of sixteen master musicians to one person!

Sixteen master musicians!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's body inflated and almost exploded.

In the sharp pain, Ye Qingxuan scolded, "Albert, allow me to thank you!!"

Although he had reached the limit, the external power remained plugged in… in fact, it had only just begun!

There were still thirteen masters waiting for him!

Subconsciously, the Symphony of Predestination operated.

"Nature intervention"!

It started from the blood. The blood of Deva began to change, and the nature of it was peeled off. The music theory in it became active and bright. Then, the music theorization of neural system was completed. Next, it came to the bones, organs, flesh… from the inside out. At the end, Ye Qingxuan was completely into the state of "vacuum."

Like Abraham, he had turned himself into nothing but pure music theories.

The more profound power the musicians had, the more obvious their physical differences from normal people would become. After resonating, it could be said that the differences were vast.

From that moment on, another system in the musician's body would be completely formed.

In addition to the blood circulation and organ functioning of its own flesh and blood, the body hosted aether systems that were either large or small, perfect or incomplete.

Aether was the blood, music theory was the bone, spirituality was the soul…

Those systems would grow larger and larger as the musician's abilities increased. Finally, it would be able to survive alone after separating from the shackle of the physical body.

That was the Holy Spirit.

In this case, the circulation of Ye Qingxuan's physical body had fallen into a deep sleep, his heart rate having dropped to one beat every minute, as if he was already dead.

In contrast, the Aether circulation was unprecedentedly active.

In the vacuum formed by nature intervention, the music theory had completely escaped from the shackle of the physical body, and exerted all its power without any interference.

For all musicians, this was a unique advantage.

The Symphony of Predestination operated fiercely with no need to worry about any pressure it might bring. Nevertheless, there happened to be endless aether for him to make use of.

The sub-originators started!

The Heaven Ladder was used as a bridge to transform all the power that exceeded Ye Qingxuan's containing limit to the sub-originators in the Aether World. At the same time, Ye Qingxuan also took advantage of that to materialize the sub-originators and bring them to the Physical World.

A moon emerged silently emerged from Ye Qingxuan's arms.

First, it was only a vague outline.

The empty outline was like a vortex, madly absorbing the aether and music theory around and growing bit by bit.

In the state of vacuum, Ye Qingxuan overlapped with the annular, allowing it to greedily draw all the music theories inside his body. In a flash, even his consciousness seemed to be drawn into it and turned into a part of it.

Ye Qingxuan felt himself turning into an unreal moon, growing rapidly and absorbing the aether endlessly…

Every time the bell rang, the moonlight ushered in another round of transformation.

At the end, his Symphony of Predestination had already turned into a real moon, rising slowly from the aether pool. The bright moon was enveloped by the cloud of the clothes of original sin.

The Symphony of Predestination of the sixteen masters blended with Ye Qingxuan, forming a monster-like colossus.

The gravity carried by his music theory destroyed all noises and clutter, forcibly washing away the pieces of music theory that had broken down in the aether pool and begun to rebuild!

This had already become a project that no one could finish alone.

Fortunately, there were hundreds of coordinating instruments in the strings of Jiu Xiao Huan Pei.

Ye Qingxuan used himself as an intermediary to allocate the deduction and construction of music theory as tasks, and built up the outcome through the combination of the powers given by the bell towers.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan was like the other Boleyn girl, turned into the spirituality of the enchantment matrix!

He felt himself becoming something even bigger in the vacuum. The hundreds of coordinating instruments were his own brain, and the power of sixteen masters brought by the bell towers was his hands and feet.

Ye Qingxuan, who had been incarnated into a bright moon, was in the center of the huge system, coordinating and leading the terrible transformation of power to evolve miracles.

In an instant, wherever the moonlight shone became silver.

The bright moon that Ye Qingxuan was incarnated into was carried by the sloshing iron flames in the aether pool, rose slowly, and blended with the action layer of the enchantment in the Sacred City.

The impending explosion of the aether pool was completely eliminated, and the enchantment system of the Central Temple thus far recovered completely from breakdown and started operating again!

"The next step is to recapture the enchantment," Albert murmured with determination. Then he shouted, "Open the enchantment buffer layer! Switch off the closed system! Reopen the connection with the outside world! The creating layer, the forming layer, and the outflowing layer… We must let him go outside!"

In the dead silence, no one dared to respond.

Shocked, Albert turned his head and saw the guilty face of the person in charge.

"Rembrandt commanded we cut off the connection with the outside world… We opened the cut-off brake," he whispered. "We don't have the password, so we can't connect with the outside world."

The cut-off brake was also known as the final suppression device.

It was used to cut off the connection with the external enchantment at the last moment and prevent the internal core from getting out of control. Once it was opened, the music theory of the Central Temple would get into a closed circulation.

A total separation of the inside from the outside.

Silence.

In the dead silence, only the fire in the eyes of Albert was burning.

"Then remove the cut-off brake!"

He ordered word by word, "Reconnect even with your hands, your teeth! Now! Right now! Immediately! Shut off the f**king brake!"

In his snarl and roar, everyone rushed to the corner of the control room. The engineer broke the iron plate open and found the operation circuit.

Someone pulled down the fire axe on the wall and slammed it down.

Sparks flew. Constant steel collisions continued to ring. The hot steam suddenly spewed out, and a harsh screaming came.

"Crap, get out!" Albert rushed in and kicked the scalded engineer aside. He reached out, picked up the axe, and hacked down fiercely in spite of the hot steam that scorched his proximity suit.

The skinny old man looked like a madman with his red eyes, holding an axe in his hand.

Wearing a heavy armor-like proximity suit, he hacked the cooling device on the cut-off brake again and again. He broke the crack open bit by bit, even if the terrible torrents that spurted out had lit his suit.

The thick steam had swallowed him, and only the roaring voice came out from it.

"Whoever the f**king bitch is, never try to destroy my enchantment!"

He snarled, "Don't even think about it!"

Boom!

The explosion sounded.

The cooling device completely collapsed like a close-up engine explosion. The horrible air waves swept through, smashed the suppression system, and blasted Albert away.

He fell to the ground and rolled, his proximity suit already torn apart.

The broken glass of the mask plunged into his face, and the heat and debris destroyed half of his face. The remaining half looked like a twisted demon's.

"Bishop!"

"Mr. Albert!"

The subordinates rushed up, "Call the doctor! Rubens! Get the medical team down here!"

On the ground, Albert held the twisted axe as well as the wall and stood up.

"Ye Qingxuan, now I give the Sacred City enchantment to you…"

He stared into the quiet moonlight in midair, and the hollow eye on his incomplete face was leaking blood.

"Please, protect it." He lowered his head, sacrificed his dignity, and pleaded, "Only you are able to protect it."

The moonlight shone for a long time, like the staring of Ye Qingxuan.

"Okay," he said. "I promise you."

Albert smiled, and he fell to the ground.

At the last moment, he saw that a moon rose into the sky, and flew above the Sacred City along the relighted route.

"So beautiful…" he whispered and closed his eyes.

Ye Qingxuan's mind changed into a ray of moonlight and left the alchemy array in the Moving World. He was flying across the huge boundary and heading to the outside of the enchantment.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Sacred City and hid in the dark.

The outflowing layer in the enchantment was already full of the music theory of the abyss. When Ye Qingxuan entered this layer, he woke up some of the figures whose minds were also in the outflowing layer.

Inside the music theory of the abyss, these figures sensed and scanned across Ye Qingxuan's music theory. The next minute, they began to gather around Ye Qingxuan.

In the pure darkness, there was only a shred of moonlight.

One, two, three, four…

There were six demogorgons who came from the abyss in total! These demogorgons were in fact musicians of the school of the School of Abstinence. Just like Ye Qingxuan, they integrated their Symphony of Predestination into the enchantment, and in this way, they could continually transform the soil of the Sacred City into an abyss.

When that day came, the whole Sacred City would become Hyakume's Holy Kingdom on the ground!

The twisted music theories intertwined with each other and formed a steady structure, a structure Ye Qingxuan did not know about.

The structure was rather complex and was made of pure Aether. It was clearly dead, but was also lively at the same time.

The structure was actually a "vesicle."

Numerous vesicles were growing on the surface of the enchantment of the Sacred City. They formed a complex forest by absorbing energy from the enchantment,

Ye Qingxuan reached out his hand and penetrated the vesicle that was closest to him.

The vesicle was broken. Ye Qingxuan found that there was an inchoate aether circulation. It was an embryo made of aetherized blood and flesh, and had already grown some scales and horns.

Inside the countless vesicles, there were numerous embryos like this, and they were all alive.

The seeds from the abyss were sprinkled on the enchantment; they would begin to grow by absorbing energy from the enchantment, and then they would breed devils!

In a word, the outer layer of the enchantment had been changed into a micro "Dark Gaia" by these demogorgons from the abyss. Or a nest that could continually breed monsters; a nest that could turn a living creature into a monster and transform a musician into a black musician.

The moment Ye Qingxuan broke a vesicle, the aether wave produced by these vesicles gathered and made a huge sound.

Immediately, hundreds of thousands of vesicles broke. Countless invisible dogs crawled out. They were licking the aether left on the ground and quickly producing the poisonous liquid of the abyss.

Wherever they went, all the music theory was polluted by the music theory of the abyss, and grew evil and dark.

These invisible dogs were the guardians of the vesicle forest.

In the outflowing layer of the enchantment, one could only exist in the form of aether music theory, and it would be an nightmare if he came across the invisible dogs that were born to erode other's music theory.

What was worse was that they usually hid behind those demogorgons. If Ye Qingxuan was not careful, an invisible dog would crawl into his body and eat him alive from the inside out.

The six demogorgons began to resonate with each other, and a huge sound of music could be heard in the outflowing layer.

The dark energy was stirring up, and God knew how many more demogorgons were resonating with the six in the far distance, which was a very frightening idea to even think about.

The invisible dogs emerged in large numbers, and the poisonous liquid gathered together and had a physical form.

"Another one?" a hoarse voice came.

Suddenly, the music theories of the abyss began to change. They intertwined and gradually formed a new structure. The new music theory then reached to Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan felt like he was being observed by hundreds of thousands of eyes. The six demogorgons saw through Ye Qingxuan's aether form. When they sensed the void which Ye Qingxuan's mind was in and the magnificent Symphony of Predestination embedded within it, they were wild with joy.

"What a treasure he is! I never thought there was someone like him in the Sacred City."

In the distance, many other demogorgons had also knew of Ye Qingxuan's existence via the Eye of Dark.

Ye Qingxuan could feel they were arguing with each other. After a while, he could only feel the aether wave of the six demogorgons.

It seems that these guys are the ones who won that argument. Congratulations to them!

Ye Qingxuan coldly stared at them and touched them with his Bolero perception thread, and the demogorgons instantly initiated attack.

In the blink of an eye, the perception thread vanished. But Ye Qingxuan still managed to get an abundance of information about the change of music theory.

There was the same music theory in each aether wave. It seemed that this music theory had been written into the Symphony of Predestination.

When the aether wave of the six demogorgons resonated with each other, this music theory would become an invisible chain. They were held tightly by this chain and could not move freely.

All six invisible chains would become one chain when the whining tune was played by the Whining Musician.

Which meant that the six demogorgons were actually a whole, and the whining musician in the middle was their real master.

Ye Qingxuan sighed. "I am really bored of this trick now. I am afraid that apart from the musician standing in the middle, the rest of you have been forced to turn into the demogorgons, right? Your sanity has been wiped out and you have all been tied to the Symphony of Predestination by the invisible chains. It seems like you are all independent, but in fact, your consciousness has been replaced by the spirituality of the music movement of abyss."

"You are just like Ludovic; you are just a group of puppets made of mud. Sorry, you are even worse than the mud."

When these demogorgons came to the Sacred City, they felt like they had walked into a house full of treasure and everything they saw was as precious as delicious fruits or agate.

"How should I call you?" Ye Qingxuan flipped his finger and sent out a wave.

The other five demogorgons did not reply, but the musician in the middle gave a peculiar laugh. "You will know soon."

Before Ye Qingxuan realized, the five demogorgons began to resonate with each other. The spirituality of the music movement of the abyss suddenly started to gather together.

Replacing the demogorgons' consciousness with the spirituality seemed not a very good idea, since it would consume lots of energy. The five demogorgons could be considered as the musician's five doppelgängers. When they resonated with each other, the spirituality would gather together and the energy of the Symphony of Predestination would increase more than five times.

If this whining musician were not trapped inside the abyss, he would have already upgraded to the class of scepter.

If they all died here tonight, they would become the hands and eyes of Hyakume and the horrible stories about them would prevail in the Physical World. When that time came, there was a good chance that they might reach the highest level of music theory.

The five demogorgons worked together and made a huge sound. The sound wave almost dimmed the moonlight.

"You think you can easily win since you have more people?" In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingxuan was drowned in the darkness.

Then, the five demogorgons' Symphony of Predestination began to disassemble, and the chains extended out.

Normally, the structure of the chain adopted the music theory of the School of Summoning. After being polluted by the music theory of the abyss and rebuilt by numerous black musicians, the chain could now be used to control both devils' and humans' consciousness.

Even Ye Qingxuan did not know how to react in this situation. He sighed. "Well, it seems that you will probably win."

Ye Qingxuan stopped fighting back and defending himself as well. The music theory embedded in the chain began to erode him and the music theory of the abyss shrouded his Symphony of Predestination.

He was now being watched by hundreds of eyes of the abyss, and every move he made would be easily detected. Thus the demogorgons did not worry if he was plotting something. They began to transform Ye Qingxuan.

Although the moonlight could well resist the energy of the abyss, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness had been locked since he had been dragged into a vesicle.

Now it was only a matter of time before he was brainwashed.

"The Physical World is really a good place. He is really a treasure and we are so lucky to get him. While the abyss in the Aether world is such a barren land…"

The whining musician finally revealed his true identity.

They all abandoned their bodies in the outflowing layer and got into it in the form of the incarnation of music theory. In particular, the music theory of the whining musician sounded a bit like the roaring of a beast.

Soon, the spirituality changed into a physical form. It neither looked like a human nor a beast, and there were some scales on it. Obviously, it was a terrain dwarf that was rarely seen in the Physical World.

It looked a bit like a lizard and a bit like a semi-dragon. This race was very different from their distant relatives. Still, they were all the faithful followers of Hyakume.

They did not have too many peers, but each of them was very talented in music. When they grew a few hundred years old, almost every one of them could become a musician of Resonation class. Among them, there were many demogorgons that had the Symphony of Predestination.

This sort of demogorgon usually mastered the trick of sound of heart of domination. The whining musician was one of them. When he came to the Sacred City, in less than a few hours, he had managed to catch some puppets and his power increased by a few multiples.

"Although you are just a Master, you have got great potential. Which school do you belong to?" The land-walking dwarf stared at Ye Qingxuan, while suppressing his hunger. "You are so perfect! If I make you the shelter of my elements, there is a chance that I can upgrade to the class of scepter."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan watched him and gave a strange smile. "Oops,I forgot to tell you that there are fifteen more!"

Snap!

In the vesicle, the Symphony of Pedestination of Ye Qingxuan suddenly collapsed and disappeared like a bubble, leaving only the scattered light to drift away.

Disappeared?

The terrain dwarf froze, and the music theories around his body immediately floated to the surrounding area as if it had gone crazy.

Then he saw…

Fifteen wispy bright moons rose from his side. They overlapped each other and turned into a huge moon which was real and strong. In the moon disk, the Symphony of Predestination revolved with numerous music theories rubbing each other and spewing out resounding melody.

Unexpectedly…

Close at hand!

With no time for him to react, the horn roared, and reverberated through the entire outflowing layer of the enchantment.

The iron-clad melody shook countless vesicles, as if it awakened the terrible memories that slept deepest in their heritage, leaving all the demons feeling terrified from their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan's will emerged from the moon and, with a pleasant smile, drove a glorious melody that seemed to announce the coming of dawn toward the dwarf.

The dwarf resisted the inexplicable fear and snarled with joyous and frenzied melody bursting out.

Five puppets resonated and echoed with him, skyrocketing his power.

In an instant, in the outflowing layer, the abyssal music theory boiled and fell on him. He almost inflated into a giant monster and weighed down angrily on the moon in front of him.

In the next moment, countless frantic changes in music theory ended abruptly, and somehow a fatal gap appeared.

This gap shouldn't have appeared.

Even an apprentice wouldn't make such a silly mistake!

It was not until the music movement had stopped that the terrain dwarf discovered that the five puppet demons had stopped reacting and fallen into silence.

They had been bound by the intangible music theory at an unknown time and couldn't even move a bit, as if they were beasts trapped in a cage. It was like being crucified by an invisible hammer and a silver cone on a burning post!

In the impassioned melody of horn, Ye Qingxuan's music movement had been condensed.

The music movement carried fanaticism inside, and countless music theories fluctuated, like a flame burning fiercely.

Looking upon it now, the dwarf discovered the true colors of that thing…

"Barren, barren mountains…"

No one had ever heard the big demons screaming in such panic.

Their voices were full of great fears, as if they saw their enemy of destiny. "How could it be… the Night of Barren Mountain?"

In the next moment, Ye Qingxuan, who had incarnated into a moon, boomed the last roar of horn.

As a result, the horrible "purifying fire" burst from the Symphony of Predestination of the five puppets.

The Symphony of Predestination soaked in the abyssal music theory and met the Night of Barren Mountain as if a rat with kerosene on its butt ran into a torch. In an instant, the fierce purifying music theory broke out from the very core, cruelly and madly, and fought with the abyssal music theories.

Once the music theory that seemed to be simple and pure operated, it became crazy enough to eliminate the enemies even with its own death. In the Symphony of Predestination, every note was experiencing unprecedentedly fierce changes and fell apart in turbulence.

Only such drastic changes could give spectators the illusion of "burning."

The flame was like a living creature, sucking all the power from the five puppets. When it had expanded itself to the limit, the Tide of Flames had already been formed.

Immediately after Ye Qingxuan's guidance, the Tide of Flames flowed upstream and rushed into his deity along the chain music theory manipulated by the puppets.

Broke out with a loud sound!

At that moment, in the outflowing layer of enchantment, all the big demons who had stayed there heard the loud sound which was like the horrible screaming of brutally tortured people.

They saw the purifying music theory dancing fiercely like the rising of flames.

At the same time, they felt the fear of flames for the first time!

They recalled the burning posts all over the mountains in the memory of their heritage, which burned the sky with dark and crazy flames.

Then, spontaneously, they burst out the unprecedentedly…

Strong intention to kill!

Since the first instant of entering the outflowing layer, Ye Qingxuan had hidden most of his power in the clothes of original sin.

Paganini's Changing Music Theory was the best among the profound theories in the School of Modifications.

Instead of rigidly adhering to material changes, it had mastered the profound changes and changed with them. The changes might be holy or filthy, great or small.

As long as it was there, the users could freely change their own music theories without any restrictions. Otherwise, Paganini wouldn't have sent it to assist Ludovic.

Its power was obviously strong in that Paganini had hidden his identity for years in the Sacred City, even when he had fallen into the abyss in the past. Unfortunately, the Changing Music Theory could never change the nature completely.

Paganini had been delving it in the abyss for many years, but there was still a step away from the total "renewal."

This step was a far cry.

Now, Ye Qingxuan got the clothes of original sin, which could instantly cover all of his music theories and enable him to blend into the abyssal music theories freely.

Many big demons had checked, but none of them had discovered the true trace of Ye Qingxuan.

After having thrown out an illusion with the power of a bell tower to attract the firepower outside, Ye Qingxuan hid himself behind the illusion, and planted the music theory of the "Night of Barren Mountains" into the five puppets in which the music theory then exploded in an instant.

As a result, a big demon was turned into ashes with just one move in the enchantment of the abyss.

At this moment, after having obtained the heritage of Abraham's music theories, Ye Qingxuan's "Night of Barren Mountain" really possessed its spirituality, and his Purifying Fire was endowed with a soul as if it was a living thing.

The Purifying Fire absorbed the power to strengthen itself and turned into a giant monster after having ignited all the music theories and Symphony of Predestination of the six big demons.

The flames were spreading.

At this moment, all people in the Sacred City saw that a bit of frantic fire was lit above the sky.

Like the flare of the sun.

It was the Purifying Fire spreading over the vesicle forest of the abyss! The flames ignited all the vesicles and abyssal music theories that they reached and turned them into ashes as ifa spark had fallen into a pile of dead leaves.

The "Hatching Nest" set off by the abyssal musicians were cramping and trembling as if it felt the sharp pain. The germinating embryos and the seeds of the abyss were lit by the flames and screamed sharply.

With the big demons as firewood, the Night of Barren Mountains started a prairie fire. In a flash, it wiped out the large vesicle forest!

It was just like stirring up a hornet's nest.

In the turbid music theory, loud noises came and went away.

The moon that Ye Qingxuan had incarnated into hovered at the very center of the Purifying Fire, staring indifferently at the abyssal musicians and the frenzied big demons that flocked in from all directions.

The war was about to start.

At this moment, the collision of the music theories in the outflowing layer had already lit up the sky. The faint sensation of the surviving musicians eroded by the abyss burst out a loud sound .

The musicians stuck to the final defense, lifted their heads, and observed the situation in outflowing layer.

And the moonlight that they seemed to have met before…

A young man covered all over with blood gasped, and turned back in surprise, screaming, "Master! Master! You see, the enchantment of the Sacred City has begun to recover! We will be alright!"

The old man with a half-incomplete body lifted his head from the ground and looked up with ecstasy. But the ecstasy was quickly frozen by cold reality. In the end, there was only a sense of disappointment left.

"Silly boy." He shook his head and said, "The other silly boy has drilled into the enemy's pocket. The outflowing layer of the enchantment has already been transformed into a demon's nest by the dark minister."

"But…"

"Forty-one big demons."

The old man whispered in a hoarse voice, "Some of them even have a scepter. There are definitely dark ministers outside the enchantment to assist. He can't make it. "

The young man turned back in shock and looked at the moonlight that was firing angrily in darkness. He only felt sad without reason.

The old man knew more clearly than he did, was more familiar with what the moonlight represented. He sighed. "I hadn't expected that the Sacred City would be reduced to this point, and only one person stood out…"

He closed his eyes again.

"Such a pity."

Above the canopy, demons fell down from the dark outflowing layer as if it was raining.

In the encirclement of angry abyssal music theories, many huge aether waves emerged one by one, bringing out the breath of vastness from the abyss.

They originally sneaked in the enchantment and now reunited together to form a real body, leaving the fissures in the precarious enchantment.

The large pieces of Symphony of Predestination ran on it, with spirituality emerging and interweaving into the shadows from the abyss.

In the deepest part of the darkness, outside the enchantment, a scepter was suspended.

Behind the scepter, a shadow frowned and opened its eyes, staring at the familiar moonlight.

"Who is there?"

At this moment, the abyss was like an iron wall in the outflowing layer. Dozens of aether waves intertwined together and evolved into terrible chaos. The music theories were attracting each other fiercely.

The real and strong moonlight was dragged and about to fall into the cracks of the abyss.

The presence of the forty-one big demons almost overwhelmed Ye Qingxuan.

In the pure white moon disk, Ye Qingxuan's spirituality was condensed, showing the figure of a young man who lowered his eyes and seemed to be contemplating.

Faced with many strong enemies, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, which was quite annoying.

"Maybe you haven't heard of my name."

In the births and deaths of the notes, the young man said with hoarse voice, "I wanted to introduce myself, but you are not interested in who I am, like the friend who was burned to death.

So, skip this step. "

He sensed the turmoil around him, and sighed. "Honestly speaking, I'm tired of playing with you all the time."

Ye Qingxuan smiled like saying, "Let's change our position tonight," and proposed,

"Let's fight without thinking!"

Fight without thinking?

All the people there were stunned and they didn't even know what Ye Qingxuan was saying.

The next moment, the silver moon roared and flew forward!

Just for a blink, the moonlight crashed with the darkness in its face.

The hurricane swept and roared.

All the big demons were shocked.

Among the loud noises, the arrogant and mad laughter of Ye Qingxuan rang in the everyone's ears.

"Come on! Don't be afraid!"

Bang!

The moonlight that Ye Qingxuan transformed into absorbed all the music theory of dissipation. By using the tactics he had learned from the School of Abstinence, he condensed his Symphony of Predestination to a point. He improved his music theory and music notes, and enhanced the structure of music theory.

Bang! He bumped against the vesicle forest again.

The purifying fire soon spread all over the vesicle forest and moved along with the moonlight, leaving a straight line on the outflowing layer in the enchantment.

Everything that was in the way was crushed to pieces and vanished.

The broken music theory of the abyss was burnt to ashes and completely disappeared.

Throughout history, no Master dared to savagely bump against someone with his own Symphony of Predestination like Ye Qingxuan had!

He dared to do so because he had enough courage and experience.

He had been aided by the energy of sixteen bell towers, and his sub-originator had become extremely steady. Based on the path of domain he inherited from Abraham, Ye Qingxuan had fully developed the tactics of the School of Stone Heart.

Moreover, Ye Qingxuan had the stone of sage in the core of his Symphony of Predestination. As long as it was intact, he could never be killed by bumping himself against the vesicle forest.

So there was no need for him to be afraid.

In the blink of an eye, based on the music theory of Channeling Change, Ye Qingxuan combined all his music theories into one. In his symphony, the part in which the stone of sage resonated with catastrophe was covered and stopped working, leaving only his seal of moonlight working.

The music Ye Qingxuan played sounded extremely terrifying. The moonlight began to collapse, as numerous music theories were played at the same time.

The moonlight collapsed, and a burning crystal sword rose up from the ruins.

The sword quickly flew towards the closest demogorgon, the Jiu Xiao Huan Pei on the sword ringing and making huge sound.

"What the f*ck is this?!" Before the demogorgon collected its mind, it was hit by the sword.

Bang!

The two totally different music movements collided with each other!

In the Physical World, the outflowing layer in the enchantment was the place that mostly resembled the Pure Aether world as well as the music theory itself.

Once the two totally different music movements and the two absolutely different music theories mixed together, the most fundamental elements from both sides collided with each other.

It was like ice mixing with fire, or alkali ash poured into a bottle of strong acid.

This collision caused a chain reaction that no one could control!

The scary aether wave started to spread into all directions, and the whole enchantment trembled with the echoing roar.

Various illusions appeared among the broken music theories. In the center, the enormous, deep, and serene music movement of the abyss was penetrated by the sword. The purifying music theory and the music movement of the abyss were having a brutal fight with each other.

A fight between the two different structures, two kinds of music theories, and two musical notes.

Suddenly, a fire erupted and devoured the spirituality of the demogorgon, and at last, it completely vanished.

Ye Qingxuan held the sword that was covered with tiny cracks in his hand and checked it.

"Good." He gave a satisfied smile, and stared at the other enemies near him. "There are still forty more left."

"We all know that the Symphony of Predestination is very powerful. It is like jumping from a tall building and hitting someone; that person is sure to die, but can you be sure that you will survive it? Yes, you have been aided by the energy of the sixteen bell towers, and are even more powerful than a few men added together. But the demogorgons from the abyss are never easy to defeat! How many lives have you got? Let me tell you, you have only got one life!" said someone from the crowd.

"There is no need to worry about me." Ye Qingxuan shyly laughed. "I am perfectly fine."

The clothes of original sin was slowly spreading out. The music theory of Channeling Change permeated like fog, devoured the broken Symphony of Predestination and made it part of its body.

At the same time, an indistinct figure gradually appeared on the real body of the clothes of original sin. It looked very dark and ominous.

"The first one, done!" Ye Qingxuan smiled. Then the moonlight sword flew out again.

"The next one!"

Bang!

At that moment, everyone saw it.

In the sky, the darkness gradually gathered together and took on a physical form.

Tens of demogorgons sent out their aether wave. The music theory of the abyss continually flew out from the abyss like the tide and poured into the outflowing layer.

It was the Abyss Projection!

These demogorgons completely changed the outflowing layer into Abyss Projection in the Physical World, at the cost of consuming their original power.

Countless corporealized devils appeared in the projection, and the demogorgons all changed back to their original form.

The magnificent aether wave raged as the dark stars rose up, quickly rotated, and created a huge roar.

The whole Sacred City began to shake and moved closer and closer to the Aether world at a faster speed.

Even the slightest light was being devoured by the dark, but there was still a dim light shined back against the pure dark.

"What is that?" The survivors were stunned. They gazed at the sky and murmured, "Can it be the moon?"

The whole outflowing layer had been filled with the air of the abyss and changed into the devil's land.

In the darkness that was as infinite as the deep sea or the universe, ten abyss whirlpools were rotating and colliding with each other, creating powerful energy waves.

Right at that moment, a dim moon gradually rose up and shone in bright silver light.

The moon was moving very quickly across the sky, like the lightning. Wherever it went, the darkness was torn apart by its light. From the crack, the dim starlight could be seen.

The scary tide kept rising up in the enchantment, and it never stopped, not for a single minute.

Its frequencies and beats were already beyond most of the musicians' spiritual sensing.

A thousand times per second, ten thousand times per second, a hundred thousand times per second… with each second that passed, the speed of the collisions and the changes of the music theory were getting quicker and quicker.

The cautious ones had already stopped their spiritual sensing and hid themselves; while the audacious ones could only sense a ray of scary light that was about to tear their sensing apart.

Inside the light, there was even a magnificent sword!

"That is the moonlight!" Every musician who knew clearly what was really going on in the outflowing layer could not suppress their surprise and astonishment. They felt like all the values they held and their interpretations of this world had been overturned. They simply could not believe it was the moonlight.

"He is insane!"

The Symphony of Predestination!

Each aether wave was a Symphony of Predestination of a certain master's, or a core music theory of a certain demogorgon!

The Symphony of Predestination was a precious fruit that contained a musician's heart, soul, consciousness, interpretation to the world, thinking, and all the music theories he had mastered! A fruit that could only be granted after going through countless obstacles, tortures, and so on.

Each note of a Symphony of Predestination was a rare artwork that stood for a strong man's whole life of vicissitudes.

Such a precious object as a Symphony of Predestination was something that, normally, should be carefully kept inside a musician's body. But Ye Qingxuan used it as a weapon!

What a waste! At the same time, how fierce the war was! A war in which Ye Qingxuan fought with forty enemies.

This war was between a human and the abyss. There was nothing sophisticated, or gracious about this war. This war was only about killing.

Every time the moonlight sword hit the abyss, a note of the music theory, or the abyss whirlpool, that stood for the core of the demogorgon would be torn to pieces. Every time the abyss counterattacked, the crack on the surface of the moonlight sword got even bigger.

In ten seconds, the war between the two sides had reached its climax.

The moonlight sword was besieged by the darkness, and suddenly, the sword met a powerful enemy.

When the moonlight sword that was shining in pure white penetrated the sixth abyss whirlpool, it hit against the closest demogorgon as it had five times before. However, this time was rather different.

When it hit the demogorgon, it felt to Ye Qingxuan like the sword had hit against an iron plate.

In the blink of an eye, the aether wave suddenly changed drastically. It revealed its true form.

It was expanding, expanding, and expanding…

At last, it expanded to a huge shadow that almost covered the whole sky.

Was that a tree?

Ye Qingxuan felt that the music theory all over himself had been shaken, and his consciousness was almost destroyed; even his Symphony of Predestination that had been aided by the energy of bell towers collapsed!

With only one hit, Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination had collapsed nine times; most of the energy of the sixteen bell towers had been weakened; Ye Qingxuan was severely traumatized and could no longer maintain the "void" and collapsed.

Before Ye Qingxuan realized what had happened, the enormous tree shadow reached out a branch and pressed on him. The dirty music theory of the abyss intertwined, changed into a chain, and imprisoned him.

This must be the effect of a Scepter! This figure must be extremely powerful!

"It is time to call it a day!" The aether wave intertwined and created a hoarse voice. "The 'hero game' among the children should not go too far."

The energy that the voice gave out impacted his sanity and almost changed him into a devil.

Earlier, Ye Qingxuan did not notice this presence. Until it revealed its true identity, he hadn't realized there was such a scary presence inside the outflowing layer.

That was a tree.

A tree that was unprecedentedly huge!

In the outflowing layer, Ye Qingxuan couldn't even see the entire tree, but only inferred how big the terrible monster was by the way its shadow covered the entire Sacred City.

The terrible giant tree sprouted from the abyss, extended out of the Aether World, and crossed the nine layers of the Aether Sea. It came to the Physical World in the form of pure music theory, and rooted deeply in the enchantment of the Sacred City.

Just like being planted in soil.

All the abyssal music theories that Ye Qingxuan had seen were just its tentacles. The alchemical matrix in the outflowing layer was filled with complicated and chaotic abyssal music theories which seemed to be disordered and scattered, but actually contained certain rhythms and rules.

Although it extended thousands of miles, the trace of it couldn't be caught.

In this way, it continued to draw on the power of the Sacred City and bred new seeds. Once the most crucial one was affected, a terrible chain reaction would occur, the chaos would disappear, and the giant tree would emerge.

Thousands of demons grew in the vesicles, and the enormous dark forest withered and were sucked into the giant tree until no ashes remained.

It was born in advance, like an angry premature infant, opening its vicious eyes.

Even so, it was beyond Ye Qingxuan's power.

Even though the demons were also from the abyss, they didn't dare to get close to it. They deftly avoided the branches which would drain them up in anger.

Its appearance represented Ye Qingxuan's total failure.

Absolute strength gap settled everything down.

Everything became a foregone conclusion with no possibility of change.

Only at the sight of its shadow, all the living things on the ground felt the fear in their hearts.

"Master… what's… that?"

On the ground, the young musician who had hoped that Ye Qingxuan could reverse the critical situation had already fallen to the ground. There was a huge shadow reflected his eyes with complete despair.

He even felt his organs twisting into a mess.

He didn't even dare to look.

"That's a dark minster, child."

The old musician looked up to it and whispered, "In legend, the first masterpiece dedicated to the Hyakume by the Mother of Earth was the Abyssal Branches, Menti.

It is the gatekeeper of the abyss, rooted in the turbid flow of the Aether World, guarding the territory for the Hyakume. Among all the dark ministers, it is the oldest. The golden age of mankind, just five hundred years, is nothing compared to it…"

The Sacred City trembled and roared.

The old musician lowered his head with a miserable smile, crawled up from the ground, then looked down at the huge crack in his chest, took out an organ with a metal texture and put it into the hand of the youth.

The young man was stunned.

"This is the inheritor's aether furnace with all my music theories inside." The old man touched the black hair of the young man, his palms covered with dried blood, and smiled. "Victor, from today on, I entrust you with the School of Mist."

Victor looked at him blankly. "Master…"

"Run, child."

The old musician laughed and looked up at the huge shadow that enveloped the entire city.

He whispered, "Run. The farther you run, the better…"

According to legend, there was a tree in the Cloud Tower that could bloom with a variety of colors.

Two times a year, when the flowering season arrived, the numerous pink petals fluttered in the air and rained down.

Poets said that it was a thrilling beauty.

But its beauty was cruel and terrible, built on the corpses of the dead. It was said that the more corpses were buried under the tree, the more beautiful the flowers would blossom.

Because that was the color left by the souls of the dead.

That was just what novelists said.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan thought that perhaps the legend was true.

Isn't the monster in front of me looking for more corpses?

However, I already interrupted its birth, so it can no longer bloom.

"Is this premature delivery?" Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly. "I never thought that I would cause so much trouble. I'm really sorry."

The white moon barely operated, and its light was bleak.

"I didn't expect you to use such an unfriendly way of saying hello when we first met. Aren't the people in the abyss polite, Mr. Menti?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

The answer was numerous tightening branches. Under the oppression of these branches, the moon cracked and almost completely collapsed.

The roots roughly penetrated the Symphony of Predestination, one after another. A giant, twisted face emerged slowly among the intertwining roots.

It looked like a human, but something else.

"Is it you? No wonder."

The eyes of the abyss on that face looked at Ye Qingxuan's music theory, and seemed to figure something out.

"'Ye Qingxuan, I know you.' Is that what you are going to say?" Ye Qingxuan blinked curiously. "Are you considering recruiting me? Since I'm so intelligent and handsome."

"Recruit you? Haha, interesting proposal!"

The laughter shook Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination, almost broke it down as the intransigent intention to kill him spread out.

Menti's root-like music theories brutally pulled Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination and tore the protection of the bell towers into pieces as if it was a wrapper on a cheap gift box.

With no hesitation.

"How do I dare to recruit you? Ye Qingxuan, you have already driven Paganini crazy," tt said with a strange smile. "At least four of the dark ministers hate you deeply. Two of them have already suffered losses because of you… Do you still think that anyone would show mercy to you?"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked and quickly said, "Oh, no! Think about it again! You see that I am so young, so talented. If I go to the abyss, I'll be a diamond in the rough!"

"Perhaps other people would show some mercy to you. However, I'm not human, and I'm not eager for any talents. Your little trick doesn't work on me. So…"

It paused and then said indifferently, "A scourge like you should be killed as early as possible."

Boom!

The last layer of the protection from the bell towers crashed.

Although the giant tree stopped attacking, Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination still collapsed and reduced the movement of heart sound. Even the "vacuum" couldn't continue to support the existence of consciousness.

Menti was unmoved, and used its roots to tear his music theories one by one, cautiously and indifferently, as if it was cutting a person's fingers off.

Then, the arms and legs. It was also going to open his chest, dig out his heart, cut his skull open, and burn his brain in order to bring inescapable death to Ye Qingxuan.

It left him with no room to fight back!

"Hey, it's not necessary to be so vicious!"

Ye Qingxuan sighed hard. His illusionary figure trembled and was about to disappear.

The inner structure of the heart sound movement has begun to collapse under the pulling of thousands of roots which entangled it viciously, pulled out the notes one by one, and cruelly cut off the music theories.

It was like smashing a person from head to foot and burning him into ashes.

Leaving no residue.

It was in that instant that a faint mist emerged from the outflowing layer and intertwined into the faint outline of a door.

The weird and ethereal music theory penetrated the barrier of the outflowing layer, from the outside to the inside. It seemed that the enchantment was nothing for it, and making a way out was not difficult at all.

Just behind the core of the black branches of the abyss.

Something was coming!

The face of Menti was shocked, and suddenly turned back and saw only a burning light.

It was the splendid radiance of a burning Symphony of Predestination.

Even though it was as small as dust compared to giant monsters like dark ministers, it still burned in anger, and hurled out blazing lights.

The roar broke the sky like a sudden thunder, reverberating in the Sacred City.

Heavenly Thunder!

"Death to the demons!"

The hoarse old voice echoed. The Symphony of Predestination shook in the old man's body that had already been set on fire. The flames spewed out of his mouth and nose, and his eyes burst with fierce lights.

He rushed to Menti while he was burning.

"Madcap…" Menti mocked him. Then it bent the roots with the abyssal movement, sent them bursting out to that faint light.

The light was extinguished, as if it was crushing a firefly.

But for that moment, the black roots found no one there!

No one!

The door of mist opened again. A figure passed through layers of dark music theories and took the blow with his own body. He rushed to Ye Qingxuan without any hesitation, reached out, and carefully pulled the broken moonlight into his arms.

Disregarding the angry roots that pierced his body.

Burning blood dropped from his face, fell in his arms, with high heat and pain.

The abyss music theory was like a thorn, tearing his flesh and causing his Symphony of Predestination to fall apart.

"Who are… you?"

Ye Qingxuan froze. He had never seen this seriously wounded old man, nor did he expect that someone would be willing to burn the Symphony of Predestination, to face an enemy like black branches of the abyss, and risk his life to save Ye Qingxuan's.

When the old man heard his voice, he smiled hard and didn't a word.

The smile was embarrassed and happy, as if he felt that he had done a great thing.

"Go…"

Under the erosion of the abyss roots, he exhausted his strength and gently pushed the moonlight forward.

In his body, the Symphony of Predestination was completely broken down. However, his remaining strength opened a small door of mist in the outflowing layer.

A door leading to the outside world.

Go.

Go now.

The old musician laughed and allowed the branches of the abyss to sprout out from his body and pierce through his five sense organs. But he looked very happy and satisfied.

Very good! This is very good.

I had no courage to be a hero for my entire mediocre life, but at least this dead body can still leave a seed of hero for the world.

Snap!

His smile froze.

A sharp branch exploded out of his chest, through his lungs and heart. The branch extended forward and stopped the moonlight in front of the mist door.

Even though the door of mist was only a few millimeters away.

A step away.

Menti crushed the door of mist, and looked at the old man indifferently:

"You thought you could save him?"

Blood foam flew backward into the broken lungs and flushed into his mouth. The old musician looked at the door of mist with regret and lowered his head.

"I wanted… to try it… but…"

The old musician sighed with his last strength and laughed at himself. "At least… the death is decent…"

He said, "I'm sorry."

In the distance, the young man screamed in pain. The roots of the abyss had torn up the old musician completely, leaving no bones.

Blood rained.

Fell on the white moon.

Ye Qingxuan kept silent for a while, stared sadly at the place where the old musician was for the last moment.

Before he died, the old musician told me that he was sorry.

He was sorry for not being able to save me.

But I should be the one to say sorry.

He lowered his head in disgrace.

On the ground, the young man didn't leave. Holding the thing his master left behind, he ran into the abyssalized city, rushed into the sky, and slammed the giant shadow that covered the sky, screaming with tears.

He wanted revenge for his teacher.

Menti stretched out a tentacle with no expression on his face.

The young man fell apart.

Only the metal organ that he had held in his hand fell from the air. The last heritage of the School of Mist fell onto the steel ground and shattered.

The angry and desperate sound echoed in the silent city.

It woke up those eyes that hadn't been able to look.

In the dead city, silent musicians clenched their fists.

"God, please have mercy on me."

Some people whispered and prayed for the last time.

"Please lead me to the heaven."

Immediately afterwards, a fiery glow suddenly appeared from the man's body in the dark, dead city.

In the darkness, it rose like a morning star.

This man flew from the earth to the sky, with the heart sound movement blaring. Like the young man, he rushed to the enemy.

An invincible enemy.

Then, came the second glow, the third glow…

In this dead city, among the blood and the dead, some people stood out, clenched their swords and weapons, and rose one after another.

Just like moths flying into the fire, they crashed into the shadow of the abyss tree.

They provoked the giant monster in front of them, and were torn up lightly, leaving the burning blood to splash in the city and bring a brief moment of dim light.

God, I deliver my soul to you. Please have mercy on me.

Please lead me to heaven.

Then they walked toward death.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and couldn't bear to look at them again.

"Are they your helpers?" Looking at Ye Qingxuan with confusion, Menti laughed and shook its head with self-mockery. "I was scared by what Paganini had said. I thought you were strong enough to fight back."

"Actually, they shouldn't have come to save me." Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and whispered, "Otherwise, they wouldn't die so… with no value…"

"It seems that I overestimated you." Menti shook its head. The giant tree shook violently. More roots stretched out from the shadow and pierced into the enchantment of the Sacred City, turning the giant enchantment into more soil for it grow on .

"You know what?" Menti suddenly heard the voice of Ye Qingxuan. "In the Temple, my favorite chapter is the third chapter of Matthew."

"You know what, in the Holy Temple, my favorite part is the third chapter of Matthew," Ye Qingxuan suddenly said to Menti.

"I see."

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's voice, Menti still felt a bit worried, although he knew that Ye Qingxuan had occupied the whole enchantment.

"That chapter said that once a messenger of God landed in the human world and warned the unjust that God was annoyed by their bad deeds," Ye Qingxuan said seriously. "That chapter has always been my favorite since my childhood, and it tells us that the good shall be honored and the bad shall be punished. One day, the messenger might come to the human world to honor the good and to punish the bad. Though I may not be able to live to that day, still, it is something to look forward to."

"The mortal worship a phantom and hoped to be saved," Menti sneered, "but there is only one God in this world, and that God is my God."

"How about I perform a magic in front of you?" Against the moonlight, Ye Qingxuan looked at him.

The broken and dim figure suddenly raised his palm, and there was nothing on his palm. The next minute, a broken cloth changed from the music theory of the clothes of original sin covered his palm.

Menti frowned, looked at him, and had no idea what he wanted to do.

Ye Qingxuan smiled and took away the cloth with his hand.

There was an eyeball on his palm.

If he were in a theater, he would surely have received a warm applause from the spectators.

Seeing this, Menti was stunned, as if he had seen Hyakume naked, flirting with him and dancing around a steel pole.

The eyeball started to disassemble.

Numerous music notes flow out, formed a new music theory, and constructed a new symphony.

At last, the symphony gathered together and became a tiny clock that floated above Ye Qingxuan's palm and shone in dim light.

Against the dim light, Ye Qingxuan's face was lit. His face was a bit pale and his black eyeballs shone.

"Heaven is approaching, you should all reform yourselves!" Ye Qingxuan murmured, holding the clock.

He used up all his strength and shouted to the monsters in front of him, "You serpents, who told you that you could run away from the punishment of God?!"

His hoarse voice was as loud as the lightning and echoed in the Sacred City. The whole city trembled, as if it was answering his voice.

Bang!

The tiny clock began to ring and shine with bright light.

For the very first time, the Sacred City received a ray of pure and warm light.

It was just like a ray of summer sunshine penetrating a black cloud and shedding upon the dark world.

"What the h*ll is this?" Menti was shocked.

Suddenly, countless strings appeared in the sky. The strings intertwined with each other and covered the sky above the Sacred City. Each string covered hundreds of thousands of miles. With every tremble, they created a sound like a dragon howling.

The strings all extended from the central holy temple. They connected with each other and formed a huge web. The web might looked a bit messy, but every tremble of the strings followed the music theory. This was an ordered and sophisticated system, and in the middle of the web, there was one main axis.

Each string was connected with a bell tower.

Since there were tens of millions of strings, there were also tens of millions of bell towers.

Right at that moment, all the silent bell towers were connected together by Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. This magnificent project could never have been completed without the help of Ye Qingxuan and those who had been killed.

The music theory of Heaven Ladder ran through Jiu Xiao Huan Pei, and the barriers had been cleared. Now, all the music theories gathered on Ye Qingxuan's hands.

The final limit of authorization, which was the key that Albert gave to him and the last life-saving straw that he could grasp to revive the enchantment.

With the tiny clock in his hand ringing, countless music theories suddenly trembled, as did the Heaven Ladder. The Jiu Xiao Huan Pei produced a long and lasting sound of dragon howling, as if its tens of millions of strings were being played by an invisible hand.

The dragon howling was so loud that anyone who heard it went deaf.

The earth began to vibrate! Tens of millions of bell towers on the ground also started to shake and ring!

The dust rose up from the ground, flew up to the sky, and spread in all directions.

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"He did it! He did it!" In the central holy temple, sitting in a wheelchair and getting an intravenous fluid, Albert exclaimed with utmost excitement. He was so happy that he almost cried, and he shouted to the operation musicians in front of him, "Move your a*s! Go and revive this d*mn city! Remember that we have lost so many peers in this war!"

Albert waved his palms happily and shouted with extreme enthusiasm, "Prepare the straight road for God!"

The next minute, the steel and iron- made dome roof above the Aether pond collapsed. The machine hidden in the dome roof was operating in crazy and creating many sparks.

Moreover, the steel construction buried underground was activated. A huge pipe organ, created with the help of many countries over several decades, was slowly falling to the ground.

After the dome roof of the central holy temple collapsed, more than sixty thousand organ pipes came out and flew to the sky.

Sixteen layers of keys and thousands of stops popped out from the wall, ten cables that were as thick as a man's waist connected to the central harmonious melody instrument, and finally, the floors turned around and revealed the pedals.

More than sixty thousand tubes that connected with the engine changed their directions and connected to the core, and in this way, continually provided the enormous musical instrument with power.

The water in the aether pond was boiling and shining in silverlight, a throne in which Ye Qingxuan's body was sitting, then disappeared and moved into the core.

Everything was ready.

"God, please bless us," Albert prayed in the silence. "Long live the Sacred City!"

The next minute, the pipe organ produced an extremely high pitched sound, a huge cloud of mist spurted out of the organ pipes.

Tens of millions of bell towers began to shake, and the magnificent sound wave continued to spread in all directions.

At that moment, everyone in the world saw the same scene: a white moon rose up from a burning tree and stopped in the middle of sky. The moonlight tore the darkness into pieces and shed itself upon the world.

The moon was in the sky.

I am here.

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The final limit of authorization in Ye Qingxuan's hand rang. Then, the black branches of the abyss that had covered the whole Sacred City trembled. In the center part of the black branches, there was a broken moon. Its pieces immediately gathered together and began to shine. Accompanied by the holy and magnificent ringing, all the branches exploded.

The enormous shadow that covered the whole sky angrily brandished its branches. It reached its branches into the Physical World, and at the same time, the explosions came from time to time inside its body.

With each explosion, a bloody crack formed on its body.

As if the explosions had already been planned by thousands of Masters, in a short while, more than half of the roots of the tree were destroyed.

As for Ye Qingxuan, he did not even move a finger. Instead, he just coldly watched the shadow of the huge tree suffering with misery.

"Have I just been aided by the energy of the bell tower? No, this cannot be true!" Menti shouted.

"You are right!" Ye Qingxuan nodded. "Just now, you have been aided by the energy from all the bell towers. You have the strength equivalent to that of hundreds of Masters added together. But it all relies on the music theory of the seal of moonlight."

"So what do you think of the magic I did just now? It is not bad, is it?"

Hearing this, Menti yelled at him with all its strength.

If a musician was aided by the energy of a bell tower, his strength could be elevated to the level of a Master, which was something that every musician in the Sacred City longed for.

Throughout history, no one ever aided a devil with the purifying music theory, a devil that stood for all the dark devils in the abyss… It was like someone walking into a mine full of natural gas with a torch in his hand.

Since the music theory of Menti and Ye Qingxuan's purifying music theory were completely different, the music theories would create an explosion once they met.

Which meant that the energy of hundreds of Masters offset Menti's energy that had accumulated the whole night, and severely damaged his projection in the Physical World.

The huge tree was trembling severely. It reached out countless branches and penetrated the enchantment and aimed at the moon.

"Ye Qingxuan!"

"I am here!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and gazed at its twisted and broken face.

In his hand, the music theory of the final limit of authorization was trembling. Aided by the energy of numerous bell towers, the moon got brighter and brighter. The light was now as bright as sunlight and too dazzling to look at.

Tens of millions of strings trembled, producing a magnificent music. The bell towers rang from time to time to resonate with the music.

A round holy emblem appeared in the moon and floated right behind Ye Qingxuan. Countless music theories were running across the emblem.

This time, Ye Qingxuan did not absorbed the energy from the bell towers, but transferred it all to the enchantment.

In the blink of an eye, the holy light filled the whole outflowing layer. All the music theory of the abyss made a sound of screaming and completely vanished.

The roots of the black branches of the abyss were all waving, and after a short while, they all disappeared!

"The cracks among the mountains shall be filled up; all the peaks of the mountains shall be kept at the same height; the bumpy road shall be smooth; and the plateau shall all turn into plain!"

Ye Qingxuan's voice was echoing across the whole sky.

"The door to heaven shall be opened, the truth shall come to the world, and every decent man and woman shall witness this together!"

The Sacred City made of steel and iron made a huge sound!