542 The Singing (1/2)

The sea was in no way a living creature, but at that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that it was indeed alive.

It was not a metaphor, it was his true feeling.

It was the warmth felt with his fingertips when they almost touched the skin of something; it was the tremble when seeing an incredibly huge creature.

The sea was not alive, except for that something made it alive. There was only one possible explanation…

Leviathan!

Leviathan was awake earlier than expected and came back to this country which was so entangled with him. Thinking of facing a fully awake catastrophe, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help be fearful.

It was not Hyakume, who had come to this physical world from the Aether world, consuming much of its energy on the way. It was a terrible monster living in the physical world, but the strongest in the sea among the four living creatures.

Facing even Hyakume, who represented rules and the Originator and was of higher hierarchy, Ye Qingxuan, with the power of the Sacred City, may try his luck against it to enrich his experience. But he would not dare to fight this Hecatoncheir for even one round.

This time, there was no Pope or Ye Lanzhou assisting him, and it was not a god which was incarnated by the void music theory that he was against. It was a monster that really existed and had rampaged in this world for millennia.

In its prime, it ruled anywhere the water of the seven seas touched. The ocean was his realm and a part of him.

It was the ocean itself.

Luckily, it was not awake yet. Otherwise, huge waves would have flooded the whole world and engulfed all continents. For now, it was only Anglo that was suffering. And this lightless sea might be inside its body.

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly. Then, he heard someone singing. It was so familiar. The singing, like that of a child's, echoed in the sea. It was like the singing of whales, resounding in the dark, deep sea where no man could go.

”The king and his accomplice kidnapped the queen and jailed her in the dream…

”We have the power, yet where should we go. Oh, men, hoist the sail! Pull, thieves and beggars, we'll live forever…”

The song sounded so sad. It faded away in an instant and couldn't be heard. But somehow, it seemed to be close to whoever heard it. You couldn't tell if it was real or not. The song was like a ghost, wandering in one's heart.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes. It seemed he had to plan for the worst.

But before that… The Mountain of Nomadism suddenly jumped out of the sea, shrieking with its mouth wide open, hoping to devour Ye Qingxuan in one bite. Its countless scales cut through the wind, playing a thrilling melody. The brutish nature, which was so pure, almost had its physical shape pierced out from its body, destroying the music theory layer by layer, turning it into ashes. It was so powerful.

In one blink, the stinking wind came near. Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and fingered the string to fight against the huge mouth that was to devour him. The sound of the Jiu Xiao Huan Pei spread out and aether moved. Ye Qingxuan did not make any movements but borrowed strength from the sea and pushed the Mountain of Nomadism ”gently” to help it jump higher.

It was like pouring oil onto a fire.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan fighting, the Son of the Pheonix almost screamed in terror. But the next second, he saw that the Mountain of Nomadism was pushed several meters higher. It looked fiercer, but it missed Ye Qingxuan by an inch. It fell into the sea again, splashing up huge waves. Except for the stinking wind and mist, no impact was made at all.

Amazing! Son of Phenix clenched his fist and relieved slightly: though terrible, the Mountain of Nomadism was only a demon who knew nothing about language and music theory and fought only with its instincts.

Ye Qingxuan didn't want to win the fight. He was only stalling so he could avoid fighting hard against it by constantly escaping its attacks.