670 The Valuable Asset of the Abyss (1/2)

Ye Qingxuan felt that he could fight very well at the moment.

But regardless of how well he could fight, he would still most definitely be utterly defeated if a catastrophe was to come along at the moment, not to mention a fight against Paganini. Such was how dangerous it was to play in a road game.

Previously, he somewhat managed to be on equal footing with Paganini only by relying on the stone sword and the card up Hermes' sleeve. In the end, he even had to rely on the Gate of Heaven to win by luck.

Meanwhile, presently, Paganini had received a gift from the abyss, and his own strength had advanced to a state that Ye Qingxuan couldn't understand. God knew what method did he employ to enter the Ultimate in advance.

How much of the rich legacy left by Hyakume that he inherited was also unknown. Although he couldn't completely occupy the Ultimate, it was enough for him to wedge the changing music theory into it.

He had long changed the rules left by the various kings beyond recognition, and changing music theory was hidden in all the power gifted by the Ultimate...

With the technique of borrowing chickens to lay eggs, he wedged the changing music theory between the internal and the external. Not only did his own power infiltrate the Ultimate through the deaths of many musicians, he also implanted his music theory in every musician in the Ultimate through the gifts of the Ultimate.

No wonder the dark musicians almost didn't stir up any trouble at all this time round.

They didn't intend to interfere at all, and they couldn't wish hard enough for things to be as chaotic as possible. Had Ye Qingxuan not attained his Symphony of Predestination and possessed a deep understanding of the clothes of original sin, no one would have discovered the changing music theory hidden in everyone's Symphony of Predestination at all.

They were infiltrated by Paganini without knowing it, still immersed in the illusory power, and didn't have their guard up against the abyss at all.

As soon as Paganini activated it, all of them would immediately fall and become dark musicians. Both their own music theory and consciousness would be transformed by the abyss.

Throughout the Physical World, almost all the masters of the well-known schools would be controlled by Paganini and become his most loyal subordinates. Through them, the next thing that would happen would probably be a major split-up of the schools in the Physical World.

God knew how many schools would be drawn into the abyss.

That alone would suffice for Paganini to open up a new situation in the Physical World and stir up further waves of trouble... Not to mention what Paganini would become then.

If Ye Qingxuan did not guess wrongly... It was a rebirth ceremony.

Like Arthur, he wanted to transfer his consciousness into the catastrophe brewing up in the Ultimate. It was just that he had a chance hundreds and thousands of times better than Arthur's, as he began transforming the catastrophe directly in its embryonic stage.

Once born, his status as a catastrophe would be exactly as if he had been one from birth, and he would possess unlimited possibilities of growth. In due time, he would probably occupy even Hyakume's position as god...

”The matter is beyond my ability to interfere, way beyond it! Just register first, then ask Sylvaine to call in reinforcements...” Ye Qingxuan tapped continuously with his fingers, electricity burst forth from his fingers, falling on the infected musicians. Electricity flashed, permeating their Symphonies of Predestination. In order to survive and keep their own personality and self-consciousness, the masters also couldn't be bothered with the fact that their lives were in Ye Qingxuan's hands.

Strands of music theory were entangled in the electricity, vaguely forming a lock which froze most of their music theory completely, and no further changes took place.

Next, the nature interference of the school of abstinence forcefully separated everything, sealing the infected parts with multiple layers.

It was like a temporary operation.

Of course, rather unscrupulously, Ye Qingxuan wrapped purifying music theory around the parts as well.

The expression of the masters immediately became fairly interesting to watch, as if they were being tied to the stake. Once the changing music theory was triggered, they would probably be burned to ashes by Ye Qingxuan's Fire of Judgment before they had enough time to be converted to dark musicians.

”It's a temporary measure in times of urgency, just temporary.” Ye Qingxuan appeased them. ”Don't use movements before leaving the Ultimate. After we leave, I will slowly help you all to take out the changing music theory... Surely you all don't want to become dark musicians and bring shame to your school, right?”

A few old masters glanced at each other and couldn't help but sigh in unison.

Hadn't they brought themselves enough shame in the past two days?

The world was changing too rapidly, the old men had twisted their waist and could not keep up with the rhythm.

Some of them were prepared to smash their pot to pieces just because it was cracked and planned to be resigned to their fate if they could get out of here alive this time round. Staying at the Religious Court of Inquiry had its merits as well, at least they could have an easy life.

When one got old, one must exercise caution to stay safe. Staying in one's little cabin seemed pretty good, as for going out... just forget it.

But some still had doubts about it. ”You have a way to leave the Ultimate?”

”Of course.” Ye Qingxuan lifted his head to look at the edge of the Ultimate in the distance — the torrent of aether that resembled a frenzied tide of ten thousand meters high, separating the inside and the outside of the Ultimate — and he tapped the staff of fate in his hand.

Part the sea?

Maybe it's a bit difficult.

...

”My projection in the Ultimate has been discovered.” Paganini opened his eyes.

As the Ultimate shook, deep underground, low echoes also sounded in the dark tombs, and the bricks and stones cracked. But the people in them did not panic in the slightest bit, and it was apparently within their expectation.

”It's a lot later than expected, your arrangement has bought us three days.” It was a dwarf who spoke.

The dwarf whose skin had a metallic tint floated in the air, wearing a long robe that did not suit his body size. The hem of his robe was tattered, as if it had been burned by flames, and the blackened edge fluttered in the air as he moved.