Two hours ago.
Martial law has begun in the Cathedral of the Holy Resurrection and the Central Cathedral.
"Should it start?"
The silent musician smoking a cigarette stood outside the hall, looking back at the silent central church.
In the low roar of steel friction, the iron wall slowly unfolded, the gears spun, the hinges unfolded, and layers of steel machinery emerged from it and extended toward the sky.
Like a sleeping giant, he slowly stood up and stretched out his palms towards the sky.
The rail-rod machine has been preheated, and the hot water vapor rushes in the brass pipes, emitting a low roar like a galloping wind.
The sound stops were adjusted, the six-layer keyboard was unfolded, and 2,400 sound tubes stretched out from the wall, piercing the sky, breathing in the atmosphere, brewing a soul-stirring loud noise.
The next moment, the hymn sounded.
The choir sang in unison, and the sacred melody spread in the air. The organ roared with the simultaneous efforts of six musicians, as if it was flying to heaven with the solemn melody.
The hot water vapor disperses in the sky and reflects the brilliant light of the rainbow.
In the central church, apart from the solemn melody, there was silence.
All the spectators sat quietly in their seats, staring intently at the huge matrix.
Ye Qingxuan stood on the aisle in the last row, his eyes narrowed.
A beam of light fell from the ceiling and fell on Samuel.
He sat in the alchemy matrix and allowed the hot copper nails to pierce into his bones one by one and connect to the blood vessels. The blood flowed out from the slender copper nails, merged into the mercury, and spread rapidly.
He became one with the entire alchemical matrix.
In a trance, something spread from the body of the white-haired old man. It flowed into the entire alchemy matrix along countless cables, connected to the central church, and connected himself to the entire Holy Resurrection Cathedral. .
At this moment, the entire huge church has become his body, sharing the huge pressure with him.
Samuel took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Behind him, next to the huge organ, the six musicians who were warming up the organ were shaken away by the huge pressure.
The huge six-story pipe organ trembled, and under Samuel's control, it made a deafening roar, and a wild ether torrent spewed out from it, sweeping in all directions.
But under the constraints of music theory, they came together, excited in every inch of the air, following music theory, and evolving towards the end.
The huge alchemical matrix is expanding, absorbing the etheric torrent, and the huge chapter of destiny slowly rises from it.
At this moment, the originally void Chapter of Fate finally materialized into reality.
In the flow of countless notes, intervals are combined and music theory is constructed, until finally, it transforms into a huge and brilliant three-dimensional movement. The countless notes vibrated one after another, and the ripples gathered, setting off a solemn and cold melody.
It's like the cruel melody echoing in the dark church in the long night.
The cold melody without tenderness or mercy stirred, calling for the ether, distorting the laws and tearing reality apart.
As a result, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the huge matrix!
The ethereal sea of nothingness transforms into reality and flows out of it.
The sea of ether appears!
Ye Qingxuan held his breath subconsciously, opened his eyes wide, and greedily sensed the aura spreading in it, and his interpretation method was running at high speed.
"here we go."
boom!
Among the high-pitched melody of the organ, the Chapter of Fate stirred, and the cold melody vibrated, causing the sea of ether to change rapidly.
Samuel is "falling".
Towards the deeper parts of the etheric sea... the lowest level...
Until finally, the boiling silver light suddenly dissipated. It was as if an invisible wall had been shattered!
He has entered the etheric realm!
At that moment, everyone couldn't help but sit up straight, leaned forward, and looked at the realm around Samuel. That is the etheric realm where there is no entity. It only exists in theory and philosophy, and is even a realm of miracles that is difficult to describe.
Some scholars believe that it is the lowest level of the material world, the cornerstone of the world, and everything in the world is built on it.
Some people believe that that is the most real appearance of the material world, but human eyes and senses cannot detect things beyond the senses, just like they cannot describe colors that cannot be observed with the naked eye, so they can only rely on ether. Take a side view.
The priests said that this place is the destination of souls, the ocean of souls of all living beings.
Explorers firmly believe that it is the birthplace of all mysteries and the place where the truth is buried.
Countless musicians are willing to pay any price just to get a glimpse of the appearance of that realm.
Now, Samuel has finally defeated the wall between the material world and the etheric world, opening up a new realm of his own.
Everything here is blank, waiting for Samuel to create.
From the perspective of unreasonable people, there is nothing happening there.
But in the etheric senses of the musicians, it is decidedly different.
Everyone observes different appearances through different music theories and heart sounds.
What some people see is the original darkness of the universe. The huge and vast starry sky is brewing from the darkness and is about to burst out. Some people saw the elements changing violently, and the earth, water, fire and wind boiling in the cauldron of chaos...
But what Ye Qingxuan saw through the void was the deathly silence cemetery hanging in the distance - it was Ye's scepter lost in the etheric realm - under the guidance of the Jiuxiao Huanpei, he observed again To that ethereal and nihilistic world.
Then, in the next moment, nothingness opened up.
In that blank area, the "elements" composed of different music theories slowly appeared.
First, there is "blood".
A ray of bright red blood floated out from Samuel's body.
Under the interpretation of music theory and melody, the existence of "Primal Blood" is engraved in the etheric world. Immediately afterwards, strict music theory was written, and endless movements unfolded from it.
In an instant, the masters present made a sound of exclamation.
No one has ever completed the first step so smoothly. After so many years of accumulation, it seems that Samuel has devoted his whole life to the "original blood".
Then, the movement expands, followed by limitations, the element of "heritage". Based on the original blood, music theory is passed down and the future path is opened up.
In the smooth movement, until the end, countless magnificent movements gather together.
Amidst the jaw-dropping violent ether fluctuations, the upper elements representing "life" successfully converged. In an instant, the old Master Samuel suddenly turned aside.
It's like turning back time.
His hair turned pitch black, his wrinkles disappeared, and his cloudy eyes became sharp again.
In an instant, the person sitting on the throne was no longer the old musician, but a handsome and cold young nobleman. The lips are as red as blood, and the eyes seem to have some kind of magic power, which is shocking.
The Chapter of Fate has evolved to its climax.
In the gorgeous and cold melody, the legend of "Blood Clan" has been created and has been completely written into the etheric world. As Master Samuel has completely transformed into the first blood musician in history, the scepter has also been condensed. The most critical moment has been reached.
In the vague shadow of the etheric world, something magnificent suddenly emerged.
In a daze, Ye Qingxuan seemed to see a huge whirlpool. The dark whirlpool seemed to come from the deepest part of the world, pulling everything into it all the time.
But the next moment, he saw another blazing sun. The scorching sun was so brilliant that it spread endless light and heat.
The two contradictory sensations are now combined together, like two sides of one body, constantly switching, but causing a huge impact on the observer's sanity.
It was as if a certain concept was being constantly rewritten, giving me a splitting headache.
Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale, and his eyes were bleeding.
Wolf Flute stretched out his hand and suddenly pressed it on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, and the shrill sound of the wolf's howl suddenly sounded in Ye Qingxuan's heart. The bestiality of the phantom wolf entered his consciousness, forcibly interrupting the observation.
"do not look!"
Langdi whispered: "That's the projection of Dayuan. If you don't have enough attainments, it will be harmful to you if you see too much."
Ye Qingxuan woke up, sweating profusely and panting violently.
Even if he deliberately didn't look at it with his eyes, he could still feel that the huge projection descended from the depths of the etheric world, gathered here, and merged into that element.
In the end, the majestic chapter of fate transformed into some kind of magnificent miraculous crystallization.
The music theory suddenly collapsed, and the entire movement condensed into substance, like a scarlet gem glowing with brilliant light.
—That’s Samuel’s scepter!
The scepter has been condensed!
Everyone made sounds of relief and whispered in praise: From today on, there will be one more scepter in the Holy City, and I am afraid there will be one more saint in the world.
I just don’t know which saint’s name and artifact will be canonized by the Saint Canonization Office
Just as everyone was thinking, a shrill scream suddenly sounded.
In the alchemical matrix, the blood-colored mercury matrix immediately boiled, vaporized, and rose.
Between the layers of pipelines, Samuel let out a sharp roar, as if his blood was boiling, and green blood vessels emerged from his pale face, ferocious and ugly.
collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!
In a series of shattering loud noises, the copper nails popped out of his body one by one, and the hot blood filled the air with a putrid smell.
The scepter was obviously integrated into his body, but Samuel seemed to be pierced by countless sharp knives, struggling in pain and twitching.
The extremely rich blood-colored light burst out from his body, transformed into a scarlet pillar of light, penetrated the dome, and rushed into the sky.
When Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sluggish state, he only felt as cold as falling into an ice cave.
Even he could see that on the newly created scepter, countless music theories were struggling violently, as if strong acid and strong alkali were poured into the same cauldron, strangulating each other and about to collapse. !
"there is a problem!"