436 Projection of the Originator (2/2)

Then, the emptiness opened up. In the emptiness, different music theories created elements. The first was 'blood.'

A strand of blood floated out of Samuel's body. Under the melody and music theory's expression, the existence of the 'original blood' was carved into the aether world. Next, the solemn music theory entered and an endless music score opened.

The grandmasters present let out sharp gasps. No one had ever completed the first step so successfully. It was clear that Samuel had put all his blood, sweat, and tears into the 'original blood.'

Next, the music score opened up. The 'inheritance' element followed. Using the original blood as foundation, the music theory was inherited, opening up the future path. Everything operated smoothly until countless music scores converged.

Before dumbfounded stares, the upper element that represented 'life' converged successfully in the wild aether waves. The old Samuel changed instantly. It was as if time had turned back. His graying hair turned black, his wrinkles faded, and his muddled eyes sharpened.

Instantly, the ailing musician at the seat no longer existed. Instead, he was a coldly handsome and young noble. His lips were red as blood and his eyes had a magnetic pull.

The symphony of predestination was at its climax.

Under the glorious melody, the legend of the 'blood tribe' was completed. It was fully written into the aether world. As Samuel transformed into the first blood musician of history, the scepter's solidification reached the most critical point.

Within the aether world's blurry projection, something huge appeared.

In a daze, Ye Qingxuan seemed to see a giant vortex. The black thing seemed to come from the deepest part of the world, pulling everything into it. But in the next moment, he saw a blazing sun. It was radiant and seemed to radiate with endless light and heat.

The two contradicting feelings combined into two sides of the same object that kept changing. The spectators all felt a sharp attack to their sanity. It was as if a thought was constantly being overwritten and their heads would crack apart.

Ye Qingxuan paled considerably. Capillaries emerged in his eyes.

Wolf Flute reached out to his shoulder. Wolf howls sounded in Ye Qingxuan's mind suddenly. The illusory beastly nature entered his consciousness, forcing him to stop observing.

”Don't look!” Wolf Flute murmured. ”That's the projection of the Origination. If you're not at the level, looking at it is more harm than good.”

Snapping out of it, Ye Qingxuan breathed heavily with sweat rolling down his back. Even if he did not look with his eyes, he could sense the large projection descend from the depths of the aether world. It converged here and melded into the element. Finally, the majestic symphony of predestination evolved into the beautiful crystallization of the legend.

The music theory collapsed and the entire music score solidified. It looked like a red ruby with a beautiful sheen. It was Samuel's scepter! The crystallization was complete!

Everyone let out relieved sighs and murmured praises. Starting today, there would be a new scepter in the Sacred City and there would most likely be a new saint in the world. What name and instrument would be given to him?

Just as everyone was deep in thought, a horrible scream sounded. Within the alchemy array, the bloody mercury bubbled, evaporated, and rose. Under the layers of tubes, Samuel screamed. His blood seemed to be boiling. Blue veins emerged under his pale skin, making him seem ugly and monstrous.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Under a series of loud booms, the copper nails popped out of his body. Hot bloody vapor suffused the air with a rotting odor. The scepter had melded into his body but it seemed that Samuel was being stabbed by countless swords. He struggled and twisted in pain. Extremely thick blood light shot from his body, transforming into a beam of scarlet light. It pierced the ceiling and shot into the sky.

When Ye Qingxuan snapped out of his shocked daze, he felt a chilling freeze. Even he could see that the music theories on the newly created scepter were struggling. It was as if strong acid and base were poured into the same beaker. They fought each other, about to break apart!

”There's a problem!”