367 Master of Justice (1/2)
Since the front was destroyed, they could only venture into the mine, use the complex paths to escape the pursuers, and find the hidden room with Ye Qingxuan's clues. This was the best solution now and was they were close to success.
However, the closer to success they were, the more humiliated Colt felt. This was the solution he had looked down upon but now, reality proved Ye Qingxuan was correct. This guy who was not even good at Revelations! So who was wrong?
Colt's face twitched. This guy had used his words to lower everyone's morale and led all the musicians to run away with him the moment the fighting started. With all the people they had, they would not have been captured by that dark musician if they had stayed!
He lowered his head. His face hidden in the shadows was livid.
Ever since Heisenberg returned from Anglo, he no longer praised Colt and instead grew distant and cold. Even when Colt broke through the Barrier of Knowledge and made all sorts of accomplishments to prove his talent, he only received four words: I have no successors.
”I'm so envious of Abraham,” Colt still remembered how Heisenberg had murmured that day. ”If I have a successor like him, the School of the Secret Keepers must have a glorious future, right?” Glorious future…
From that day on, the future of the secret keepers dimmed because the cloud called 'Ye Qingxuan' hung over his head. No matter where he went, those three syllables followed him like a shadow. It wrapped around his ears and took everything from him!
”That's the smell of jealousy. Can you smell it?” Behind him, a blurry face reached out of the shadows. He inhaled deeply around him, his eyes intoxicated. ”This sweet and heavy smell like wine…I haven't encountered it in years.”
Behind Colt, Crowley came out of the shadows. He gently held Colt's shoulder and said with a soft and curious voice, ”Young man, you have not yet fallen. Why is the dark abyss in your heart as deep as the sea?”
”I…” Colt gaped at him. His hand quietly reached into his sleeve and grasped the dagger's hilt. His hand tightened and tightened until it loosened weakly.
”What are you scared of? Me? Or…someone else?”
Crowley chuckled meaningfully. He pressed onto Colt's forehead with an eye-crinkling smile. ”I see… The Rock Institute? Why help those old gatekeepers?” He paused, looking down at the shocked Colt. ”I allow you to become the concertmaster of the perishing praise within five years.”
In the silence, Colt collapsed onto the floor as if all his energy was sucked out. He was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Crowley but saw no reflection in his eyes—only darkness from the abyss.
Colt seemed to have found his true nature in the darkness.
He lowered his head.
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In that moment, Ye Qingxuan and Torre, who had been shaken by the dragon breath, met each other's eyes. Behind them, no more sound came from the shattered front. They could only sense a writhing shadow. It seemed to solidify into a human with thousands of hands, hundreds of feet, crawling over to them. They could not keep going!
Torre tapped his finger onto the air. The emptiness shook. His bloody gray robe suddenly expanded. Blazing light glowed within. Under it, the blood and grayness warped, burned, and transformed into a flame. Hoarse singing rang out from him, guiding aether to descend. A star shone in the black sky and rose gradually. It told of a holy arrival!
The strange youth suddenly looked up. Something murderous flashed past his eyes. Invisible dragon breath surged and tore through the air like a white dragon shooting toward Torre. Everything in its path was pulverized by the iron. However, Torre closed his eyes and started praying.
”Who can bear it when he comes? Who can remain standing when he appears? He is like the fire that smelts gold, the alkali that cleanses one…” As he sang the holy hymn, radiant light fell from the sky, breaking through the dark abyss and falling on everyone. Ye Qingxuan was untouched but the strange youth shook, practically falling to the ground.
The dragon breath dissipated!
All of the aether was forcefully converged into the glow. The power was comparable to how Yunlou Chaoyue had awakened the 'Taiyi' and transformed into the sole master of aether. All white noise and demonic sounds were chased away.
This was the Messiah—the music score that announced the coming of God and Heaven!
This was a specialty of Discipline musicians. After investigating the true nature and rules of aether, they created the discipline way in the School of Abstinence. Thus, they were able to see the patterns of all beings and learned ways to counter them. It was the same faced with Modifications, Illusion, and the dragon breath.
But even for Discipline musicians, performing the Messiah at the Resonance level was still too dangerous. Torre had only chanted the beginning but his body was already burning. His skin cracked apart and blood flowed from his eyes.
The light burst through but flickered like a candle in the wind.
Ye Qingxuan did not waste the precious time Torre fought for him. He unfurled his Jiu Xiao Huan Pei and instrument strings overlapped, abruptly playing a melody.
Sub-originator—activate!
Layers of thunder and lightning overlapped and shot out, carving a complex music score in thin air. The electric score changed with the melody. The image of a moon instantly rose behind Ye Qingxuan.
The music jumped past the overture and straight into the 'main melody.' Without stopping, it swept past 'cold,''calling,''death,''qi', 'soul'…until it reached the eighteenth measure of the main melody—'sword!'
”Moonlight is the symphony of predestination that Teacher could not complete even after he entered the Scepter level,” Lola had once said to Ye Qingxuan. ”It contains all of his work. And even though 'sword' sounds graceful, it's actually contains ten steps of murder. It's similar to the deadly phenomena of the white rainbow, a comet crashing into the moon, and the black eagle who assassinated the emperor. All of Teacher's murderous wishes are put into this measure.”
Thus, the image of moonlight turned black like a steel curtain of black clouds. The clouds wavered as if they were inside a thunderstorm.
The sword! Moonlight broke through the clouds, falling down like a sword!