655 I Am Everything (1/2)

Ye Qingxuan felt like he was burning.

It was as if there was a massive sun rising directly over him. A frightful heat emanated out from the music theory, cruelly destroying everything. Even the Masters standing many paces away felt the great pressure.

Especially the three Scepters among them. The elements that had just come together had already cracked. If this continued, their Scepters would be completely crushed by the power of the Saint. They may not even be able to protect their Symphonies of Predestination.

Orlando was the first to be affected. His face went deathly pale.

The accomplishments of man are insignificant, for they will seep away…

His Scepter had just formed, and was far from being completely coalesced, so its structure was still very fragile. If it received another impact like the one it just had, it would probably be completely destroyed. What surprised him was that even at such a great distance, this indirect pressure was still so tremendous. What kind of hell was Ye Qingxuan experiencing up ahead?

Ye Qingxuan could hardly bear it.

But this kind of feeling was quite familiar to him…

A power thousands of times greater than his own pushed down on him. An ordinary person would have already been completely crushed. But he was still able to walk across the steel wire, although he had to pay a terrible price to do so.

Snap! His skin began to crack, but it gave off a sound like porcelain being smashed. The sound of snapping strings rang out without stopping. The core in his hands was as hot as a soldering iron. But he unwaveringly pressed down on the old nun's forehead, and his senses sank deep into the core.

He faced an ocean so vast it seemed endless.

This was Schubert's inheritance.

Under that powerful Scepter's influence, numerous and complicated music theories created aetheric fluctuations as they played a silent, symphonic melody.

St. Schubert's inheritance itself spanned the seven systems, but there was order in the chaos. From beginning to end the melody always came back to a single theme, linking in thousands of ways.

It was like the changes of the heart, as formless as water.

Besides the modifications, the chorales and the abstinences, even the schools of magic had achieved unparalleled results. The 24 movements ”Winterreise,” with the nimbleness of its modifications, its universality and classicalness, had established a new path for the schools of magic, with many new schools being created. Among them, it was ”Die Nebensonnen” that led to the creation of Ye Qingxuan's school of magic.

Besides the feeling of tremendous separation and pressure that it gave Ye Qingxuan, the strongest sensation that he had when listening to it was… distance. It was clearly coming from close by, but it seemed as far away as the heavens. It was difficult to ascertain its melody, to touch its essence, to follow its changes.

This was true talent, completely different from that of a copyist like Ye Qingxuan. It was the mark of a Master who was cherished by the Great Originator.

Completely detached from surface-level temperature or substance, it achieved the true essence of modification. It was not limited by anything. It leaped over any obstacles, pierced through the fog, and reached its destination. It was like a soul that had grown wings, flying up into the sky and overlooking the mortal world.

There was no need to strive to understand it. It was like a natural stream, clear and without any sediment. Those who were limited by material and talent could only look up at its ever-changing form. No matter how high a peak they climbed, they could still not reach it.

Even though it was inherited music theory, it still carried a completely natural poetic quality. Because of this, it was extremely difficult to pass down. Even if it was sealed in the body of a mortal, it was still difficult to reveal its true power.

Those who failed to understand it could not wield its power, except for in the most rigid applications. And that would be like showing off a caged bird. Birds belonged flying freely in the sky.

Was that why the Church had so decisively abandoned it?