711 The Perfection in Theory (2/2)
It would be difficult for even thousands of people to support such a huge and complicated movement. It was not that they wouldn't have enough power, but that they would have no way to evolve it to such a complex scale.
It was like a massively tall building had risen up in an instant, as gorgeous as a heavenly palace. Even if a skilled craftsman spent decades creating a magnificent palace, there would still be mistakes and blemishes. So how could this magnificent movement, this endless music theory, have turned into something so perfect?
The skill was inconceivable! Like a domino being knocked down, it triggered a chain reaction of perfect craftsmanship.
In the birth and death of the music theory, countless notes played in harmony with each other, just like God had arranged everything perfectly.
This was clearly an incomparably dangerous gamble, if there was even a single flaw it would all be a waste of effort.
Obviously, a wrong note would lead to it failing halfway through, but this movement was so perfect as to make people despair. It was magnificent yet delicate, and without any mistakes.
Was this the realm that humans could reach?
Among the numerous musicians, even those who had reached perfection could not ensure that every note of theirs would be perfect, every rhythm would be just right, every segment perfectly linked, and mold the whole movement into a coherent whole.
If even one in 100,000 notes was wrong, it would not be perfect. Moreover, in the huge movement on display now, were there not more than 100,000 notes? And could the music theory that was being born and dying be only from a single school?
Amid the evolving music theory, a huge mass of seawater swept up into the sky. As if the ocean was overhanging the sky, hundreds of millions of tons of seawater fell into the sky. On the horizon, a crack that was so dark nothing could be seen within slowly opened, swallowing everything and leading it to its end.
The School of Modifications?
No! Klein was stunned. There was also illusory music theory within it! And it was enough to condense the elements, limiting the illusion into a true horror.
The Ocean Abyss Symphony!
After Ye Qingxuan had integrated the movement that elucidated the essence of the Abyss into the School of Modifications, he had completed the actual conversion. With limitless water pressure and the deep ocean as a fulcrum, he defended this illusory sea. Under the impetus of Leviathan's blood, it seemed as if the avatars of Hyakume and Leviathan were working together perfectly to achieve this miracle.
The perfect movement brought a perfect outcome.
The Staff of Fate pried at the sea of aether, and under the Firebird's furiously beating heart the Mountain of Nomadism reached the limit of its overdrive, turning it into a jaw-droppingly huge instrument that urged on this movement.
An illusion with no falsehood and an unshaken modifying movement combined together would the increase in power stop at ten times as much?
But was this really something that humans could do?
In theory, an orangutan jumping up and down continuously on a piano would one day play the perfect movement, but how long would the orangutan have to dance? A hundred years? A thousand? Or would he have to continue until the end of a time so long it would lead people to despair?
But now, this one in a million chance had happened right before Klein, throwing him into confusion instantly.
Was God standing before him?
His mind was in turmoil for a moment, and he was driven to distraction, completely lost in confusion. When a musician shook him, even his Scepter became blurred...
”Don't be fooled by him, Master.” A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, pressing down on him firmly. The pain snapped him out of it. He turned around and saw the ashen-faced Rommel.
”That's his Scepter!” Rommel gritted his teeth and stared at the illusion of the sea with wild eyes.
”The Land of Dreams!”
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The Land of Dreams!
On the condition that one achieved it themselves, this was the Scepter achieved by elements granted by the Originator itself. It had no power, no real feeling. It was like a dream, not even seeming to exist in the Physical World or the realm of aether.
Its essence was the projection of a new era. The elements that reflected an illusory future were a lighthouse that guided Ye Qingxuan towards his goal, a grand blueprint that did not exist at all.
In the past half month, it had spread madly across the whole world. While everyone feared Ye Qingxuan's ambition, at the same time they admired his determination. He gave up his great future and created the weakest Scepter in history for this illusory future.
But Rommel did not think that way.
For an ambitious and ruthless person like Ye Qingxuan he for every step he took planned out the next ten, who had drafted a plan to swallow up all of Avalon before he had even set foot there, how could he let himself get such a worthless Scepter?
He had once madly collected all the data on it, but he could not imagine what this non-existent Scepter could be used for. In the end, he could only give up and chalk it up to one of Ye Qingxuan's incidental mistakes. But nowadays, everyone was a fool in the palm of Ye Qingxuan's hand.
Rommel was being laughed at.
In what way was this the weakest Scepter in the world?
This was clearly a trump card that Ye Qingxuan had made himself!
You could tell just by looking at its name—the Land of Dreams, the ideal state, Utopia… It was a place that only existed in the realm of fantasy, a country where everything was perfect.
This was the road to perfection!
How had he not seen it?
This was a stranger and more terrible Scepter than that of the old musician of Asgard!
The lens could freeze time, and clearly understand any situation, but it was difficult to achieve such results. As long as his Scepter was blessed, the theoretically achievable effects of any Scepter could be realized by Ye Qingxuan.
He didn't need any practice or adaptation, and did not need to spend any time. As long as it was theoretically possible, even if it was only a one in a million chance, he could do it.
This was not just limited to movements, but also the fundamental changes of aether, all alchemy arrays, and the music theory of other schools. As long as he mastered them, he could instantly push them to their theoretical peak.
There would be no omissions and no errors.
It was as if God had arranged everything, and everything was perfect.
A perfect enemy…
Just thinking about this made Rommel grit his teeth furiously. This would be a nightmare for anyone!
”I suppose this is why Ye Qingxuan dared to come alone,” he whispered hoarsely. ”Unfortunately, he's too cocky. Even in theory, the possibility of one man resisting an entire Empire is nonexistent!”
Although the Mountain of Nomadism was terrifying, how could it compare to the sea fortress made by Asgard's centuries-old national power?
16 giant pools of aether, hundreds of large-scale instruments of harmonious melody, more than a thousand musicians, 12 Masters, three Scepters; this was enough power to overthrow a country, what tricks did Ye Qingxuan think he could play in front of all that?
Even a perfect movement would not be able to the flame sword that brought together the power of the entire sea fortress! What was more, after the enemy merged superior elements together it would evolve into the ultimate modification movement!
In an instant, all the sea water disintegrated under the flame sword's strike, numerous fulcrums were destroyed, and the Ocean Abyss illusion was broken into countless pieces of ice and snow which drifted down.
The flame sword was like a waterfall. The sky and the ocean roared, and a hurricane swept out, and in an instant had screamed forward thousands of miles, cutting through the thick fog and transforming into a burning red cloud. The Royal Navy, which was hundreds of miles away, was also slightly shaken by this turbulent aftermath.
A huge crack opened up in the deep ocean, the seabed was burning red as countless huge fish were burnt to ash. But its primary target had escaped the horror of the blade's strike in the moment that the flame sword had come up against the Ocean Abyss Symphony's stiff resistance. Even so, the armored hull on one side was burning red, and warning alarms blared throughout the battleship.
Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, the Mountain of Nomadism's outer shield was opened again. After the Asgardians' vicious attack it took the chance to open up the distance between them and prepare to flee.
”Enough!” Rommel whispered. The Scepter of Messiah fell, and countless beams of light descended from the sky, covering the Mountain of Nomadism, instantly freezing it. It was sealed in like an insect in amber.
After a brief preparation period, the Messiah movement played, the will of God operated, twisting reality and fixing the Mountain of Nomadism in place.
It took control in an instant, grabbing the Mountain of Nomadism as it fled at full speed. Then, perfected abstinence music theory replaced reality, sealing the Mountain of Nomadism in its own field.
”You can't resist!” Rommel's eyes blazed as he glared at the Mountain of Nomadism as if he could see Ye Qingxuan's shocked expression. His movement rang out. He seized the opportunity, not giving Ye Qingxuan any chances, completely sealing him in there.
”The School of Abstinence?” Ye Qingxuan felt the music theory. First, he was a bit surprised, then he laughed. ”Are you sure you want to play with abstinence in front of me?”
He closed his eyes and gave a mocking smile.