662 What Are You Looking At? (2/2)

It was said that back then, when polar night came, he was able to utilize his own abilities and power to bring light to the world, so much so that white roses and the common broom were able to bloom around the entire Burgundy kingdom. This was clearly not the first time Ye Qingxuan had to face the power of the sun but he never expected that the projection of the remains of the dead in aether could still bring him such immense pressure.

Thoughts were evaporating and memories were boiling. The body that had been formed by consciousness was burning. The newly-formed Symphony of Predestination had turned into new fuel, forcing Ye Qingxuan into the flames to be burnt into dust.

Even the thinnest camel was still bigger than a horse. Similarly, even if the King of the Sun had become extremely thin, he would not be a camel. Instead, he would still be a giant dragon, who would be more than capable of piercing through countless gold and metal or shredding all sorts of flesh and blood. In a moment of silence, there was no screaming in despair nor gasps of shock. Within the flames, the indifferent pair of eyes looked up. The Staff of Fate was raised up high.

Wham! There was only an insane determination and an arrogance towards everything else.

Wham! If there was mountain ahead, it would be cracked open; if it was a tree, it would be broken; if it was an enemy, his head would be crushed; if it was a sun, then the sun would just have to be dragged down!

Boom!

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Within the hall filled with debris, Ye Qingxuan, who was sitting on the cushion made of weeds, suddenly trembled. Powerful beams of light shot out of his slender body and blood seeped out of his pores. Within the blood, beams of light that were the color of moonlight rose like flames. The music theory was in a state of unrest!

The expressions on all the Masters changed. The worst-case scenario was finally happening! Typically, something as extreme as this would never take place, as long as the Symphony of Predestination could somehow be put together. The counter reaction produced by the breaking of the music theory would consume life and body. Something like this would only take place if one took the risk of merging with a music theory that was completely against his own path, or if one formed the Symphony of Predestination without any preparation.

If problems were to occur in any other situation, the consequence would be a failure in leveling up. It might be fatal and probably one person might die as a result. At most, some innocent people might be dragged down too. But this was different! If one did not pay enough attention to such unrest, it could spread!

Any normal person who encountered a situation like this would be sure to keep a safe distance, but all the Masters at the scene only revealed a bitter expression. According to the covenant that they had signed with Ye Qingxuan, they could not stand by and do nothing to help him, otherwise, as part of their guarantee for the covenants, their Symphonies of Predestination or scepters would fall apart. All powers would be lost and they would never be able to gain the favor of aether for the rest of their lives.

To a musician, a scenario like that was worst than death. Besides, there was a solemn-looking ”little girl.”

Arhat Mable did not seem to be aware of the thoughts that were going through everyone else's minds. She merely toyed with the Fire of Nirvana in her fingers. In a situation like this, if any of them were to pretend to be oblivious to what was taking place or continue to be hesitant, Mable would be the first to turn that person into a small pill to serve as supplements for Prince Avalon!