512 Transparent Mirror (1/2)

The sparkling nebula permeated the Sacred City, and each sparkle represented a person's aether wave.

The huge enchantment now seemed to become an enormous transparent mirror, revealing every detail of itself in front of Ye Qingxuan. A huge amount of information that was too much for an average person's brain to store had been categorized by the way of deciphering.

About four-fifths of the information was useless and had been deleted, and most of the redundant information among the last one-fifth had also been deleted. At last, via the music theory, the information was transformed into some simple music notes, which Ye Qingxuan bore in mind.

He only needed to turn the music notes into different intervals and put them in a fixed place. Then, the music theory of the way of deciphering would help him find the variate he needed within this big formula.

Where on earth was the variate that represented Ye Lanzhou?

If he looked at the world through this big formula, he sometimes felt puzzled. But once he figured out what the variates and complex music theory really stood for, the world would instantly make sense to him.

Especially when the huge enchantment was constantly sending information to Ye Qingxuan, he indeed felt puzzled.

His ears and eyes could no longer observe the immediate surroundings, and his brain could not function at the same time.

Ye Qingxuan realized that it was necessary for him to change the way he was attempting to do things.

Albert had spent his whole life observing this world via the way of deciphering and grasping how this world functioned. He hoped to make a breakthrough by deciphering the music theory, but he failed to read people's minds.

Still, he created a very good tool for Ye Qingxuan, so Ye Qingxuan could find what he needed from this chaotic and complicated world.

Sadly, Ye Qingxuan failed to find the Silver Cellar where his teacher was imprisoned after searching the whole Sacred City.

Even people at the top of the church group did not know where the Silver Cellar was. If it was not in the Sacred City, then there was little chance Ye Qingxuan could find it, since outside the city, there were too many places where this Silver Cellar could be.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, then he stopped thinking and began to play the keys.

The transparent mirror delicately changed its angle.

The structure of the formula started to change.

There were too many secrets in this city. If one wanted to look into every one of them, his whole lifetime would be spent on finding out the secrets hidden deeply in this city.

So, Ye Qingxuan decided not to focus too much on the details, but to explore this city in a more macroscopic way.

In just a few seconds, Ye Qingxuan's spiritual sensing covered the whole city. In his mind, countless formulas and variates changed and combined with each other and formed a vague model.

This model started to zoom in, following the order given by Ye Qingxuan's mind, and most of the model blurred—the equation was balanced. Which meant that in this part, there was no variate.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan was stunned. In the blurred part, there was a place that was not supposed to be.

The place was the habitation of the Holy Spirit, a place where the King of all generations and the Holy Spirit were sleeping!

Every Holy Spirit that was going to disperse from this world would come to this place to get its own stone coffin, and bury itself in advance. In this way, it could stay longer in this world.

Until now, more than ten Holy Spirits had dispersed in their coffins. Among them was the oldest Holy Spirit, the King of Romulus, who was respectfully addressed as ”Aeneid,” the Spirit of Thunder.

Normally, there should be hundreds of scepters kept in this place. If the enchantment was the shield of the Sacred City, then these holy spirits were the spear of the Sacred City.

After observing this place through the transparent mirror, Ye Qingxuan found the situation in the habitation to be much worse than he thought.

When the enchantment of the Sacred City was occupied by the demogorgons from the abyss, they knew once this habitation was destroyed, the whole Sacred City would fall into pieces.

At that time, layers of layers of seals and single enchantments were all activated. The soldiers stood outside to guard the palace. A large group of musicians were killed by the demogorgons.

The whole plaza was soaked with blood and covered with dead bodies, looking like hell.

However, these soldiers and musicians never knew that inside the palace, there was nothing.

Ye Qingxuan adjusted the transparent mirror. His spiritual sensing extended into the coffin, then he fell into silence.

It was empty!

Every coffin was empty.

The sleeping holy spirits had all disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan was shocked, then he looked in the direction of the Pope palace and smiled, as if he had understood something.

I do not know who did this. Although he managed to transfer all the holy spirits, he has not been of any help in defending this city. Countless civilians were killed…

At last, the exploring model was completed, and the Instrument of harmonious melody that was set outside the city received many signals.

Ye Qingxuan had already known what was going on in this world.

Apart from the Sacred City, more than sixteen cities in this world sent an SOS to Ye Qingxuan. More than seven catastrophes came to the human world from the Dark World, killing people and destroying cities.

All the countries had been fighting with them by using their unique tricks, but were still at a disadvantage. However, if they would be willing to use the artifacts they had been kept for so long, they could definitely defeat the catastrophes.