663 I Don’t Care (2/2)

He was alive again.

He stood before the ancient kings once more.

”Perhaps you think you can plan out the whole future, and that everybody is obligated to make concessions or sacrifices for your grand design. But that's not how it is...” As he spoke with his hoarse voice, his flesh began to grow on his bones. Pieces of Ye Qingxuan's face began to appear on his skull. The flame was rendered into pure white, almost silver hair that flowed out behind him.

”Just listen,” the skeleton whispered. An ear-piercing noise rang out from the flames. The skeleton stretched out his fingers and began to pluck at his rib-bones as if he was playing a stringed instrument.

The scraping of bone upon bone produced a shrill sound. It was like the friction of the Earth's crust causing the mountains to cry out, or like a hurricane sweeping through causing the waves to crash, or like thousands of hammers falling at the same time.

At first, the sound was harsh and disordered and maddeningly chaotic. But soon, under the orderly movements of the skeleton's fingers, the disordered tempos were merged into one, and in this natural and smooth harmony, a rhythmic and sonorous melody appeared.

Countless notes appeared on Ye Qingxuan's skeleton, wriggling about like living things. A colossus loomed out of the turbulent illusions behind him.

An embryo of terror was gestating. A sleeping beast had opened one of its eyes.

It was the Symphony of Predestination that had been forcibly frozen!

Now, this Symphony of Predestination that had only existed in his drafts and conceptions was about to be completed, just as the giant sleeping in the layers of ice began to slowly open its eyes. There was a loud roar, and white cracks began to spread through the ice. At the same time, the illusions of the kings were continuously flashing, like candles in the wind, their power spent.

Their existence was being repelled.

A pair of formless hands forcibly ripped them out of the projection of the Ultimate, breaking the arrays that they had set all those years ago and wiping away all hope of an invasion. But they were hidden deep in the Ultimate's source of essence. There was nothing they could do in response. They fell silent.

A roar sounded out from the illusion.

Outside the illusion, countless detailed alchemy arrays began to appear on the broken stone plate. They trembled and emitted a burning glow.

The silent kings tried one final attack, setting off monstrous waves through Ye Qingxuan's body and consciousness simultaneously. They had no hope of victory. This was purely to cause destruction, even if it meant they perished together.

After all, they were nothing more than duplicate projections here. And since the battlefield was Ye Qingxuan's body, even if they had no way to win they could still thoroughly wipe everything out.

The King of the Sun was the only one who moved. He stretched out his hands and collected the shadows of the other kings to him, gathering them into the brilliant sunlight that surrounded him.

The kings were all ignited by the blazing sun, making it even larger and more dignified than ever before, as if it had sole dominion over creation and destruction.

”We will never let you have a hand in this world's future!”

The sunlight that was so brilliant one could not look at it directly launched an all-out attack on Ye Qingxuan's as yet incomplete Symphony of Predestination.

Opposing this was a pair of unwavering dark eye holes that stared back like cold eyes.

”You outdated trash can stay here yourselves,” came the soft, hoarse reply. ”I don't care!”

The notes began to shake violently as countless strains of music theory were gathered together in one place. Innumerable chaotic modifications were completed in an instant, until finally, Ye Qingxuan's Rubik's cube-like Symphony of Predestination quickly became unstable under the immense pressure, began to overlap on itself, and started changing wildly as it engulfed his broken bones and then it suddenly slammed into the blazing sun!

It was like a moth throwing itself into the flames.

At the moment of impact, all went silent.