759 Wait! (1/2)

After integrating Gungnir, the Music Theory of Reform sprouted from the New Testament Sword, like the glory of the world gathered together.

As the blade plunged, violent lightning fell from the sky, tearing through layers of fog. It seemed like they hit an invisible field, and an ear piercing sound rang out.

Numerous rippled of chaos emerged from the void. There was a flash of light accompanied by a sharp scraping sound. In the originally empty realm of aether, the illusion of a huge city suddenly appeared.

But compared with everything else, it was as small as a speck of dust.

A blow at full power merely made its form emerge from the chaos. Under the support of the Wheel of Balance, even its weakest points were firm, and it was almost unshakeable.

Now Ye Qingxuan stood in front of it, like a speck of dust trying to pierce through an iron wall.

”Again!” Ye Qingxuan was not discouraged but instead was stirred up by his fighting spirit. A line of the Net of Aether came from far away, and the World Tree's arrays appeared, followed by… the Gungnir orchestra!

It was as if the catastrophe Odin had reappeared.

Under the guidance of the supreme elemental void, a concrete outline of Gungnir emerged from the void energy. A lightning spear so violent that it seemed like it wanted to pierce through the heavens and the earth appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hands.

Then it struck!

Bang! The Great Wall's shadow surged, and a fissure emerged from within the fog. Countless streams of light flew out and repaired the cracks. Somewhere far away terrible raging waves gathered together.

This was the Great Wall's automatic defense system.

But soon, Gungnir struck again.

As the loud roar rang out, Ye Qingxuan cast out Yunlou Qingshu's beacon, and it stuck into the invisible crack. Because of this, a great deal of Heaven Ladder Music Theory burst out.

In a flash, it extended a great distance towards the core arrays of the Great Wall.

Outflow, creation, formation, activity...

It pierced through the four elements.

Hermes's alchemy worked together with the Ye family music theory that had been established when the Great Wall was built, coordinating both inside and out to open up a huge gap in the front of the Great Wall.

A narrow vortex emerged in the rolling fog, with electricity curling within it, as if it was a crack that would lead to hell.

Without thinking, Ye Qingxuan jumped into it, letting the darkness engulf him.

The fleeting vortex crashed shut behind him, and the New Testament Sword protected him from enough pressure to crush flesh into dust.

Ye Qingxuan saw countless streams of light flying before his eyes.

As far as the Great Wall was concerned, this guy who had come in through the back door was undoubtedly a virus that had infiltrated its circulatory system. It immediately launched its defensive measures, and music theory intertwined to form the image of a bronze drum.

A great wind blew, and thunder roared.

The wind and thunder laughed, and lightning cut down like an ax.

Armageddon!

This was the punishment that the East imposed on forbidden musicians, the eternal shackles set by the Bloodline of the Dragon. After the supplementation of dozens of generations, there was no exemption even for those of the Bloodline.

Once you violated it, it would be like a maggot in your bones. It would not rest and it would not die!

”Aren't I just knocking down a wall?” Ye Qingxuan sighed. ”Why does it need to be so ruthless?” He raised the New Testament Sword and brought the blade down, and music theory clearly and nimbly cut off the links that entangled him to the outside world. In the end, Ye Qingxuan had become nothing more than a simple ”hole” in the Great Wall.

There was no echo or resonance, all noise and music theory was absorbed. He slipped effortlessly through layers and layers of barricades. The lightning of armageddon swirled around him, brushing past him continuously. At its closest, it still was a little distance away.

Even so, it gradually honed in on Ye Qingxuan's position, shrinking in towards the center.

”Tsk!” Ye Qingxuan frowned but could do nothing but prepare to resist it.

In the end, Armageddon suddenly came to a standstill and then collapsed, strangely disappearing right before the life and death struggle began. And behind layers of electricity, a blurred phantom emerged amid countless streams of light.

It had no face, no contours, it did not even seem like a human figure, but for a fleeting moment, it formed a coincidental pattern, throwing Ye Qingxuan's will into turmoil. It was like a switch had been pressed. In a flash his mind became unsteady and he lost control of himself.

There was not even space left in his mind for him to be shocked.

Trees, the sea, fish… a series of completely different images appeared in his mind. In the end, they pointed to traces of something that he had long before pushed into the deepest part of his memory.

He inexplicably remembered; he remembered the phantom that had appeared beside him when he had opened the musician's door and burned his Dream of a Millennium.

It was nothing more than an inflexible memory, but at that moment, it came alive. The musician with features similar to his own walked out of the stillness and nodded at him with a smile.

He seemed to be greeting him.

He was telling him: I'm here.

Then, the series of images and thoughts fell apart and disintegrated once again. His turbulent mind re-stabilized as if nothing had happened. All that was left of what had just happened was a hint of stress.

But Ye Qingxuan could not help but think of what the phantom had asked him.

Do you regret it?

A new meaning to the question that had haunted him for so long had appeared in that moment. Even though the phantom had no ill-intent, and had even helped him to overcome armageddon, it still made him uneasy.

”Was it… the Millennium Fate?” He remembered Yunlou Qingshu's demented words, and he grew irritated. The thing he hated most was people who seemed to know everything yet said nothing.

Always with a mysterious smile and condescending look, as if they were watching a drama that they had long since seen through, staring at him like he was a puppet to be pushed towards its ultimate fate.

Screw your freaking Spring and Autumn Dream!