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After everything returned to silence, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, his fingers tapping on the ridge of the sword, his expression joyful.

”You won,” he said.

”Yeah.” The King of Yellow sighed. ”I really envy you for being able to lose so happily.”

”So, let's adhere to our bet.” He reached out and pulled out a vague ray of light from his heart. The light condensed into a solid, as if it was a fragment peeled off from something, having distinct edges and corners.

It was like a wedge.

It was like a wedge that nailed him in the present world, and after the wedge had been pulled out, his aura became more and more fleeting, almost blending into nothingness. It was difficult to observe and detect him anymore.

Meanwhile, the legacy of the King of Yellow was in front of Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the crystal, then looked at the ex-King of Yellow. ”You know, I never wanted your bet. I will not be the King of Yellow with or without it.”

”Yeah, that is why I envy you the most.” The musician laughed softly. ”You can choose not to be the King of Yellow.” As he said so, he casually threw the royal legacy in his hands to Ye Qingxuan without feeling the slightest sense of pity at losing it. Ye Qingxuan caught it hurriedly, afraid that it would fall into pieces on the ground.

”After you give it to me, the Sacred City probably couldn't stop the expansion of the Net of Aether anymore. Aren't you afraid of being branded a sinner?”

”The Sacred City can't stop anything.” The musician was not worried about it at all. ”I'm afraid that it will start to change in the upcoming times which I can still witness? No matter what happens, with the King of Red, the Sacred City will not decline completely. The Church that has lost its political power can only focus on the Holy Bible and serve the incorporeal God, it's pretty good...”

Ye Qingxuan frowned, remembering the group of cardinals, and the expressionless King of Red, and he could not help but sigh. ”I'm afraid that some people will not be happy with it.”

”That's your problem, not mine.” The musician grinned, his smile happy, and cast him a look gloatingly. ”So, see you... no, goodbye forever, Hand of God.”

”You're leaving?” Ye Qingxuan sighed and got up to send him off. ”Where do you plan to go next?”

”I don't know.” The projection of the musician slowly dissipated, and a vague voice sounded, ”After no longer being the King of Yellow, where should my life begin from?

”I'll probably go to the northernmost to take a look. It is said that there is a very strange type of black and white geese amid the snow and ice.”

Ye Qingxuan watched him dissipate and looked up, as if he could catch a glimpse of the steel star hanging high in the sky beginning to move slowly toward the north.

Ye Qingxuan actually wanted badly to tell him that all those were just legends. Actually, the north had no ice-cold polar regions, nor were there black and white geese.

But where else could he go?

From the moment he put on the crown when he was 22, his life had already stagnated. At the moment, it could be restart as the times changed. Anyway, for him, as long as he didn't have to be the King of Yellow, anywhere would be a good place for him to go.

”Bon voyage.” Ye Qingxuan waved, gazing at the dim gleam of iron as it blended into the stars.

Before dawn, under the shining of the stars, he lowered his head, tossing and catching the royal legacy in his hand. He toyed at the sparkling crystal edges with his fingers. Upon seeing it, one wouldn't be able to guess that the object was supreme in the eyes of those going down the path of musicians.

Apprentice, rhythm, musician, resonance, disturbance, distortion, scepter, holy spirit... It was the holy legacy at the end of the nine levels, the legacy of the King of Yellow that even surpassed the nine levels.

From the moment he embarked on the road of musicians to the present, it just took Ye Qingxuan less than two years to hold the royal legacy that countless musicians yearned desperately for in his hands, but it felt utterly surreal.

Everything that took place since just now was so ridiculous.

The person who received the title of the King of Yellow wore a blank expression, but the person who lost it felt like he had been given a new life.

Ye Qingxuan had never imagined that the ex-King of Yellow would give him the legacy so directly and decisively.

The ex-king couldn't even be said to be financing the enemy.

He was basically filling in his own deed with the enemy's name!

Although Ye Qingxuan was the most suitable person to inherit the legacy of the King of Yellow, regardless of which perspective one looked at it from, the King of Yellow's actions were a bit too straightforward. Generally speaking, wouldn't the Sacred City issue the title of the King of Yellow to Ye Qingxuan reluctantly only after he went to great lengths to undertake 12 trials?

And there would be a very high chance of some scumbag causing a scene in the middle of it all to obstruct him, thus requiring a review to be held, and Ye Qingxuan would win by forcefully overpowering the rest after a fierce debate. Had it taken place in one of the popular ultra-long novels at the moment, at least 500,000 words could be written.

In the end, the ex-king just casually made a bet with him and gave it to him.

It really felt like a hot potato in Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Even if he was to think with his toes instead of his brain, he would still come to the same conclusion. Surely the Sacred City would not give him the power of the Holy Cauldron?

”What am I thinking so much for?” He shook his head and sighed. ”I'll give it a try first.” As he said so, he flipped his wrist and inserted the wedge into his heart.

Illusory chimes of bells erupted in his brain in an instant, and the sudden, large impact made his vision black. But in an instant, as if the chimes had knocked him out of his body, and the illusory feeling of being omnipotent came back.

But this time around, he did not felt lost for too long. Having experience from last time, he directly kept his mind under control and did not fall into confusion.

The extraordinary sublimation experience took place once more.

In a trance-like state, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness operated in the void, passing through the limits of the physical world, and leaped towards the high-level dimensions. But this time around, it did not move toward the Originator but cast itself towards the light of the Holy Cauldron.

It was exactly because of the Holy Cauldron that the Sacred City had not been eroded by the divinity all along. Even so, the divinity must be divided into three parts for humans to be able to control it.

The thought that he could enjoy such treatment made Ye Qingxuan feel a little excitement in his heart.

Anyone with a dream could be considered amazing.

But soon, the expected wet blanket hit him in the face.