Crown of Silence

At the moment of collision, everything was silent.

But in the material world, Ye Qingxuan's body suddenly shook violently. The physical body oscillates rapidly between states of etheric circulation and blood circulation.

Sometimes flesh and blood merge into the streamer, but fascia and bones remain. Sometimes half of the body is ethereal, while the other half is spurting out blood and mud. The out-of-control nature interference spread to all directions, radiating the entire decadent hall, causing everything to sink into a strange demonic realm.

Stones were burning, weeds turned into steel, the air was solidified, exuding a biting chill, but lava was flowing above the dome.

And this is just the appearance.

The real turmoil caused by out-of-control music theory is hidden under the sea, but its scale is far greater than a hundred times that of the outside world.

Just at the snap of his fingers, a terrifying torrent erupted from the Chapter of Fate, causing the twelve masters around him to scream in agony. His palms bounced off Ye Qingxuan's body. When he looked carefully, he found that from the gap between his five fingers, Terrifyingly high temperatures were radiated.

It was as if the bones had turned into coals, the blood had become fuel, and the skin had turned into firewood.

combustion.

Their palms were transformed by the elements entangled in Ye Qingxuan's music theory. If they hadn't been bounced away by the terrifying pressure, they would have burned like Ye Qingxuan at this moment.

That's right, Ye Qingxuan is burning.

From the mouth and nose, from every pore, from under the skin that is illuminated almost colorless. It was as if lava was rolling angrily in his blood, his body was placed in molten steel, his white hair was instantly scorched, and his body was burning.

He was fired up.

The elemental power of the Sun King has seeped into his destiny chapter from his consciousness, completely igniting his countless music theories in an instant, and then radiating from the movement to his body.

Consciousness, music theory, body, ether...

Everything about Ye Qingxuan was ignited.

"It's over."

Oden forcibly tore off his right hand and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was quickly withering in the flames and half of his body had been turned into ashes. There was unconcealable shock and fear in his expression.

Hopeless.

Even if one is so talented, it will be difficult to break through that limit, not to mention that the original kings have already sent down divine punishment...

Among the many masters, Oden's school is famous for its solid foundation. At critical moments, it responds naturally and quickly, quickly suppressing the power invading from Ye Qingxuan's body, and then the warrior cuts off his wrist, forcibly cutting off the chaos coming from Ye Qingxuan.

But others were not so lucky.

In particular, a considerable number of them had already been strengthened under the temptation of Guixu. The sudden power had not yet been integrated into themselves. At this time, they were slow to react. In order to extinguish this disaster, they were severely injured in an instant. He even had to ruthlessly cut off his flesh, forcibly severing the power given by Guixu, and gave up the fruits he risked his life to get.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan in such a miserable state now, everyone was immediately despairing.

According to the contract between the two parties, if they watch Ye Qingxuan die, they will have no hope of progress for the rest of their lives, will be hopeless forever, and will lose the love and favor of Ether forever...

But what if you don't watch helplessly? Will you turn into ashes with him?

In just a short moment, even if Mabel desperately instilled the fire of Nirvana into Ye Qingxuan, it was difficult to stop the physical decay.

The human body is too fragile for the thousands of degrees of flames, and it is completely charred in just a moment. In just a few seconds, it turned into a handful of ashes.

Only a ferocious head was left in the flames. The head was shrouded in the faint blue moonlight, but it was obvious that the moonlight had lost the control of the consciousness. It was like a candle in the wind. Under the consumption of the flames, it would be completely destroyed in an instant. Disperse.

In the dead silence, someone slowly stretched out his hand and held Ye Qingxuan's head in his arms, even if the fire engulfed him and ignited him. Everyone was stunned.

"The gods love me."

In the fierce fire, the old nun closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were empty again. But then, a bright light burst out in the dead silence.

Like a flying bird, a light and elegant melody flows out from the void, like the wind, like the moon, like poetry, like spring water, and like all the beautiful and ever-changing things in the world.

In an instant, countless ever-changing music theories poured into Ye Qingxuan's remaining body, into his burned-out consciousness and destiny.

The huge power once again awakened from the old nun's body, running violently, causing resonance from heaven and earth, and responses from the gods.

Schubert.

Schubert's scepter emerged from her body again.

As a result, those eyes seemed to reflect the stars, so beautiful and breathtaking, but so majestic that you dare not look directly into them.

Countless music theories are like thousands of pairs of dexterous hands, sorting out and correcting the chaotic music theory like a cauldron of chaos, and then injecting vitality, smoothing the ruins, fertilizing rain and dew, spreading sunshine, and using all the strength regardless of the cost. All poured into it.

Miracles seemed to come again.

But everyone still looked ashen.

"it's useless."

The lame musician with half-body burns smiled miserably and shook his head.

As early as the moment they were ejected, the final result was already determined. No matter how much you try to save it, it won't help.

No matter how powerful the power is, there is a prerequisite - if you want to restore Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan must still be alive.

Once a person dies, no matter how powerful the power is to repair it, all they can get is an empty shell.

As a master of the mind-image school, he clearly felt the destruction of Ye Qingxuan's consciousness the moment he let go.

It was like being thrown into purgatory and the abyss.

Any consciousness under the crushing of such a terrifying element is as fragile as a bubble.

Is there a bubble in hell?

The body has been burned to ashes, how can Ye Qingxuan still be alive? ? But then, the self-deprecating smile on his face solidified.

A hallucinatory melody sounded from the dead silence.

It was like a vague echo from the distant horizon, and it was like a fragmented melody lingering in his ears. It seemed like an illusion, but so real.

In the solidified air, there was a wind coming from afar, rolling up the embers in the flames, but in the scattered and rising ashes, it seemed that there was an invisible soul singing softly.

The low drum sound burst out from the void and turned into a sonorous rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, the sound became clearer and clearer, ringing in everyone's ears. A roaring sound suddenly burst out from the vagueness. The unusual sharp sounds gathered together and evolved into a clear melody again.

That was the melody, the roar of the movement.

Someone was playing enthusiastically.

——Singing in the ashes!

Second update to make up for yesterday's, I keep my words, um... Why do I never hesitate to ask for leave when I am at home, but my moral integrity is so strong when I am away from home?