738 Who is the Monster (1/2)

At first, it was a point that was extremely small and difficult to observe.

But broken music theory then flowed out of the circulating layer, and aether gushed out of the outflowing layer.

One rose, and the other descended, gathering in an empty space of nothingness. So, countless broken strands of music theory were pieced together here, sketching a vague outline.

It was the seed of miracle.

Then, the alchemy arrays that had dimmed seemed to have come alive, breaking off and reconnecting automatically. In an instant, layers of complicated structures were formed by reorganizing the original appearance, as if towering buildings were rebuilt from ruins. It drew the chaotic power within the core, and elements rose from it. It was the fire of the alchemists.

The vague seed of miracle operated in the alchemy arrays, flowing like water. Amid the tens of thousands of complex changes, it was diverted, merged, burned, cooled, qualitatively transformed, and restored…

In a flash, after undergoing the four major stages of blackening, whitening, reddening, and greening, black iron turned into black gold. In the ordinary item, its essence emerged, and the incorporeal spirituality condensed within.

It seemed illusory, like the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water.

A pair of eyes opened in the darkness, and from the kingdom of the dead, they looked at the mortal realm. As the eyes opened, the core that was collapsing chaotically seemed to suddenly freeze. All the changes and turmoil of music theory came to an abrupt end, pausing in place, and shook no more.

As the saints looked on, their faces ghastly pale. An illusory voice declared softly, ”As above, so below, so all things have their birth.”

So, in an instant, an incredible miracle erupted from the core of the catastrophe.

Amid the dim and cracked crystal polygon, countless scattered modules rose again, merging into one, and spun madly. As if time was flowing in reverse, the collapsed alchemy arrays rose and returned to their original positions. The music theory that had lost control returned to chaos, then once again emerged in a complete form from chaos, coursing through the Heaven Ladder.

In the darkness that had cut off contact, glows lit up one after another, illuminating the darkness and restructuring the embryonic form of the network. Star-like specks of light lit up within the region covered by the Net of Aether, responding to its call. The instruments of harmonious melody which had shut down due to overloading were connected back into the network one by one, returning to the blueprint of Land of Dreams. In the end, it was as if the heavens and the earth were reopened, and everything was complete once more.

So, the pair of eyes looked at the scepters of Telemann and Puccini. ”Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross. Caution is advised.”

At the moment, the miracle that emerged from the fire dissipated, replaced by death which condensed from water.

Compared to the vast power of the saints, the power it propelled at the moment was simply so weak that it approached zero. The power was so pitiful that it was only enough to condense into a note…

Despite the difference between them clearly being so great, the fear brought about by death was so real, yet so ridiculous.

The illusory voice said, ”Its force is above all force, for it vanquishes every subtle thing and penetrates every solid thing.”

The note condensed from nothingness, passing through the complicated and complex movements of judgment, just like a drop of rainwater passing through the gaps between layers of flames, falling into the core miraculously.

As if it had been rehearsed many times, it wasn't the note that moved forward, but Telemann who advanced towards it. Despite clearly not having met before, they ”coordinated” seamlessly.

It made one shudder.

The note gently attached itself to the turbulent music theory, combining as one with the intervals within. They did not repel each other, as if they had originated from the same source.

Then, as the note was inserted, the whole interval abruptly changed from the initial fluentness to infinite unnecessary loops. In a flash, the interval overloaded, and the key link in the whole strand of music theory was broken, causing a fatal flaw to appear in the rigorous music theory.

It was like a destructive chain reaction triggered by pushing the very first piece of domino.

The note appeared in the worst possible place and became the first straw on the camel's back, but the rest of the work was done by Telemann's own power…

Collapse.

The avalanche-like collapse began.

Destruction swept from the inside out. For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the rider was lost. For want of a rider, the message was lost. For want of a message, the battle was lost. For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost.

Reality became a fairy tale in the fables before the pair of eyes.

With a beauty that was almost artistic, he gave the enemies precise destruction and death. And after writing down the beginning, the eyes were no longer concerned about how things would progress towards the end. He simply made use of the final minutes and gazed at everything around him, contented.

”Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world.” He sighed in a low tone. ”This is... the last of my great jobs...”

Seemingly laughing, the eyes slowly closed. The incorporeal spirituality dissipated, countless arrays fell apart, re-integrating themselves into the core of the catastrophe, disappearing without any trace, and he returned to a long slumber.

”Goodbye forever, boss,” Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and murmured softly.

In just a moment, everything became completely different, and the tables were turned.

The dense sound of bones shattering continued ringing out from Telemann's body. First it came from the phalanges, followed by the arms, then the thoracic cavity and the ribs, and finally, the skull ruptured from the inside out, falling apart.