759 Wait! (2/2)

Ye Qingxuan snorted, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it. That trick would only work once, like a letter being stuffed through the crack in a door. After Ye Qingxuan put up his guard, it wouldn't be effective anymore.

He had already made up his mind. He ignored everything else.

He had already done enough for this world. No one could manage the floods that would come after he died, why should he have to manage some d*mn problems from thousands of years ago?

At that moment he pierced through the Great Wall and broke through the clouds. The first thing he saw was the dried up wasteland beneath the dark clouds. A thousand miles of yellow sand stretched out as far as the eye could see, and faint yellow dust floated in the air.

The distant ground was still covered in cracks, both large and small as far as the eye could see. There was even a great spot; pitch black, like it had been scorched by the blazing sun.

”Where is this?” The first thing Ye Qingxuan felt was frustration. Had he gone the wrong way? Where was the legendary picturesque scenery? The beautiful mountains and rivers? What was going on? Forget pines and cypresses, there was not even grass on the ground!

More importantly, the group of people on the ground… what were they doing?

As Ye Qingxuan descended and looked down upon them, piercing through dust and sand, he finally saw the chaotic darkness on the ground clearly. It was a myriad of densely packed figures, entangled with each other and groaning and roaring.

A bright red color ran through this barren world.

Among the killing, a throbbing power surged through their blood and became tangled together. It attacked invisibly, advancing at every stage. Music theory intertwined with other music theory, vying for control of the physical world.

It was a battle…

Outside the killing field, two groups of musicians competed for control of the battlefield, calling down fire and thunder or sending out mana. A countless number of musician's music theory overlapped with each other, tangled together, forming a chaotic torrent amidst the tug of war.

As Ye Qingxuan descended, a beam of light blazing like a meteor appeared in the sky. Dozens of waves of aether had already locked onto him, and music theory stretched out towards him.

”Wait!” Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the battlefield was hanging by a thread. Everyone was striving with all their might to kill, and they were determined to not let any cracks appear in their armor.

Facing the meteor descending from the sky, the first thing that appeared in the minds' of musicians on both sides was confusion.

Is he on our side?

No.

Then...

Surrounded by the power of Gungnir and the Net of Aether as he descended from the sky, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have become the enemy of both sides at the same time. As a result, the musicians on both sides sent out a devastating attack towards the sky at once.

It was like a replay of the battle with the sea fortress several months before.

But this time the one who faced the copious amounts of movements was Ye Qingxuan.

D*mn it! Ye Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly. He finally understood why the Great Wall was so weak here. It was because all of the Great Wall's power here was tied up in blocking off the aftereffects of this battle, and could not cope with an external assault.

As a result, he was able to enter it as he pleased. He never would have thought that the place that he entered was not an empty room, but a battlefield between two gangs!

Facing the incoming attack, Ye Qingxuan's first reaction was to work in tandem with the Net of Aether to help him block the tidal offensive. But he did not expect that there would be no response from the Net of Aether. He could not even feel it through the Great Wall.

Ah, they had broken the net sure enough!

Ye Qingxuan pondered and immediately became puzzled. Huh? Why did I say ”sure enough”?

There was no time to pay attention to the confusion in his heart. Fortunately, he still had the New Testament Sword beside him.

Hold up the foundations of the earth and prop up the dome of heaven.

In a flash, Ye Qingxuan hid in a fault of aether, as if he was sailing a broken ship that was lashed by heavy wind and rain. Although this attack seemed terrifying, it lacked decisiveness. It had only quantity, which was not enough to damage him.

It was looked a little embarrassing for him.

Facing the roaring attacks that came one after another, Ye Qingxuan did not dare continue towards the center of the battlefield. Abandoning his prodigious strength, he forced himself to descend in a different direction. As swift as lightning, he felt himself streak across a huge arc in the sky, passing over the vast battlefield.

Wrapped in the residual power of Gungnir and the Net of Aether, Ye Qingxuan felt himself burst through layer after layer of barriers until he fell into a building.

He was like a meteorite.

Shockwaves burst out with a roar.

As dust flew all around, Ye Qingxuan coughed violently and climbed out of the deep hole. He saw an old man in front of him. In the shattered building, he enjoyed the protection of two musicians. He looked down at Ye Qingxuan and looked surprised.

”In all my years I've never seen somebody try to meet me like this.” He looked at Ye Qingxuan, whose head and face was covered with dust, shook his head and sighed. ”Truly… original!”

Ye Qingxuan frustratedly looked at him and his luxurious robe. Under the protection of the enchantment, his black robe had not gotten any dust on it. It was trimmed with black gold, majestic and severe.

He couldn't help but look around. All he could see outside the building were layers and layers of musicians surrounding the place. In the void, he could faintly see the fluctuations of several Scepters locking onto him with terrifying killing intent.

Ye Qingxuan's face twitched.

He was screwed!

Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.

”Where is this place?” He looked at the old man.

”It's a battlefield, of course, Ye Qingxuan.” The old man chuckled softly, like he knew him. ”This is my camp. You don't even know where it is that you fell?”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

”Then you are...” Before he had finished speaking, he finally checked his mental atlas and recognized the man before him.

”Bai Heng?”