Crown of Silence

Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky.

"You wanted to stop her, but you made her come true instead, didn't you?"

A soft voice sounded from Ye Qingxuan's ears: "Everything has been arranged by God a long time ago, perfect, haha, this is the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan.

Everyone is a bargaining chip in their hands, including her and you. "

The voice asked softly: "Are you sure you still want to stand on their side?"

It's Paganini.

Paganini again.

This time Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to look back.

He just felt tired.

Sitting on the fallen bell tower, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stopped looking at the sky, took out a crumpled paper bag from his arms, and lit the last crooked cigarette.

He took a deep breath, looked at the flickering fire at his fingertips, and suddenly asked, "Paganini, I really don't like the Holy City, but do you know why I don't want to cooperate with you?"

Paganini was silent.

"To be honest, I didn't know it at first, but now I finally understand."

Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself, "Because I have always tried to make the world a better place. Paganini, Ye Qingxuan turned back and looked at him coldly:

"——And you don't deserve it."

Paganini sneered, didn't say anything, didn't even take action, just looked at him as if he were a fool, a... psychopath who didn't understand anything.

"No need to talk nonsense, Paganini, don't you want that thing? I won't fight with you anymore, I give up. What are you waiting for?

Go grab it, go grab food from the Holy City like a mad dog, go fight for your ambition. "

Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze coldly, leaned against the ruins, and closed his eyes tiredly:

"I just want some peace and quiet, so...get out of here."

Paganini gave him one last look.

Suddenly I felt that I had seen the wrong person.

Ye Qingxuan was not the person he imagined to have hatred.

A person with hatred is like fire, like lava, which will burn everything, but he is not.

He's just a fool.

The apparition dissipated.

-

When Paganini reappeared, the Abyss Sages were already in chaos, and the anger that had nowhere to pour was poured out on him at the first moment of his return.

The shackles of dim light suddenly erupted from all sides, throwing him into a cage.

"You did a good job!"

The withered head roared: "What on earth are you thinking, Paganini? You ruined everything! The four horsemen left by the Holy Spirit, the last strength and future of the abyss are ruined because of you!"

"Isn't this bad?"

Paganini sneered, "From the beginning, I never intended for the clay and wood sculptures you made to be superior to me. You just thought it was too simple.

Why do I have to obey the four puppets you control? "

"It's all over now, Paganini."

The head looked at him coldly, with hatred in his eyes: "Perhaps we will be exhausted in this battle, and you will definitely not end well.

I just want to see where you, the newly promoted Lord of Darkness, got the courage to act so brazenly in front of me. Soon, you will know - we can make you or break you! "

"No, you won't."

Paganini smiled slightly and spread his fingers.

Above the five fingers, black mist lingered, transforming into the face of the withered head, which was so lifelike that the head's expression was stunned.

Is that... changing music theory?

"No! When did you..."

His expression changed drastically, and he looked around, only to find that at some point, everyone was dumbfounded, showing no reaction, and just looking straight at him.

The expression on the head was twisted: "When did you plant the idea of ​​changing music theory!"

"As much as I want to tell you, it's actually a secret."

Paganini smiled, put his palm on the withered head, and said goodbye finally: "So, it's better that you don't know..."

The head wanted to cry, but no sound came out.

When Paganini's hand was taken away, the copper plate suspended in the air fell to the ground, while the broken head with only incomplete bones shattered on the ground.

Like a broken wine glass.

A breeze blew in the deep darkness, and the bodies of all the abyss sages collapsed, like puppets made of piled gravel. The power accumulated throughout his life surged like a spring, merged into the wisps of gray mist, and flew towards Paganini's fingertips.

By the end, there were no traces left.

Only Paganini stood alone in the darkness.

In the dim candlelight, his face became more and more strange. He was so handsome that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, but it made people feel a strong sense of inhumanity.

It was obvious that the perfect facial features were perfectly embedded in the face, but there was no human atmosphere between the eyebrows.

"Thank you for your long-term care and support. In return, this tomb used to bury the original kings will be given to you for your enjoyment.

May you all find the future you seek in eternal death. "

Paganini whispered goodbye to the ashes, and then left quietly.

The sound of thunder came from the surface a long distance away, shaking off the dust and extinguishing the last candlelight.

Darkness comes.

——

The sound of thunder became stronger and stronger.

After that hallucinatory cry, crazy thunder sounded from the sky. The roar seemed like a storm was coming, but there were no clouds in the night sky, nor any light of lightning.

It was pure music theory friction.

A large crack appeared in the etheric world, sprinkling miracles to the material world, as if the magnificent power of creation was running in it, and terrifying elements that humans could not imagine emerged in it, constantly stirring, rubbing, and bursting out soul-stirring thunder.

At this moment, the sky has become a forbidden area.

The aftermath of the collision of elements rises and falls, and the layers of waves interweave like water ripples, spreading to all directions, sprinkling tremendous pressure. The material is intact, but all the music theory is shaking in the aftermath.

It's like a house wailing in an earthquake.

The scepter of the lower element will explode completely in an instant, and there will be no trace of it. The weaker fate chapter will not even have room to approach. The musician who approached rashly was swept by the aftermath, and fell from the air like a mosquito, and fell to the ground into a ball of rotten meat.

Before that, his will, fate chapter, and all the music theory had been cruelly erased.

This is the furnace of creation, the embodiment of destruction, the huge power of the world, all human beings are just dust in it, unable to hinder it, not even the mantis blocking the car.

The crystal is growing, and from the small core, the new natural disaster is being given a shape.

But Ye Qingxuan just looked up at the sky, lying in the ruins, motionless. Originally, he wanted to get involved in Guixu and have his own share in the natural disaster that was born.

But now that he knows the essence of that thing, he has no desire to get involved.

As he said to Paganini, he gave up.

The power of blood, the miracle exchanged for countless lives.

What is the difference between such a thing and rotten meat?

Just thinking about it makes people sick.

But in the silent watching, the body of the natural disaster has gradually emerged, growing wildly, and transforming into the most perfect form.

In the friction and collision of countless elements, new music theory and power are slowly emerging from it.

At this time, no musician would focus on other things. Their consciousness, their eyes, and all their senses were directed to the sky. They tried every means to get close to the core, sense the earth-shaking changes, and experience the mystery of the world.

Everyone saw something different, but everyone felt that they only saw the tip of the iceberg of the behemoth and could not get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Just staring and sensing, it made their own power grow wildly, and the etheric fluctuations erupted like a volcano.

But soon, the waves of nothingness dissipated, and the elements of collision gradually disappeared.

In the reluctant and greedy eyes of countless musicians, the cracks in the etheric world closed silently, and the gift from the source had ended.

They had no time to feel melancholy and regretful.

Because with the arrival of that moment, the mighty bells resounded in the perception of all musicians in the entire material world.

It announced the emergence of new power, and new rules and order were established.

New natural disasters were born from nothingness!

The existence hanging high in the sky at this moment finally revealed its true face.

It was a strange stone wheel that looked like a rock carving. Hundreds of scales were precisely divided on the stone wheel that seemed to be sloppily carved, and under each scale were strange patterns formed by countless complicated musical notes.

If you look closely, you can't feel the texture of the rock at all. It's just an illusion caused by the distortion of the air, and it's even hard to tell whether it has weight.

It's as if the surface of the world has peeled off, revealing cracks leading to the core, allowing people to vaguely glimpse the complex structure inside.

At this moment, the stone wheel is high in the sky, motionless, but it gives people the illusion that the whole world is slowly rotating around it.

Perhaps, it is really rotating.

It's just that it is the midpoint of the world. When it decides to run, it's the whole world that rotates.

Just by sensing and seeing, everyone understood its essence in an instant.

Just as everyone expected, after eating countless resources, the natural disasters that were born have entered the realm of divine disasters, and are on par with the three pillars and three sages.

It's just that it is neither a manifestation of human nature nor a divine operation, but a purer tool, a tool of creation created to achieve a certain purpose.

Or, in other words, a pure artifact.

In the rotation of the stone wheel, all the musical principles of the universe are fully tamed, and all the elements emerge just right and converge into a whole.

Originally, everyone should have felt its power the moment it appeared - if it was a killing artifact, it would not be impossible for all the musicians to die as soon as it was born. If it was a miracle of relief, then it would naturally be full of vitality.

But now, no one felt any difference from usual.

It was not until a musician was about to take the lead that he realized something was wrong and couldn't help but screamed - the etheric world that was originally close at hand did not respond to his call, and the rules of the material world were still as stable as before.

The music that was originally enough to shake the world could only create weak ripples in the material world!

It was not until now that they discovered that the material world and the etheric world were quietly separated, and the boundary between the two was no longer ambiguous, but became clear.

The nine-layer etheric sea seemed to have a new order and support, with a complex and clear structure, forming a perfect balance between the two worlds.

Everyone's scalp was completely numb.

This artifact could actually control the "distance" between the material world and the etheric world!

As long as it is running, it is easy to make the material world and the ether world overlap completely, creating a magical world beyond human imagination; or to completely separate the material world and the ether world, isolate the elements and the scepter, cut off the flow of the ether sea, and form a vacuum where the ether naturally does not exist.

Until this time, the name given to it by the Great Source emerged in everyone's mind.

——The Wheel of Balance!

I said that I would try to update once tonight, well, as long as I don't sleep, it will still be tonight... Also, please don't learn from the author to slack off during the day and stay up late at night to cultivate immortals...