The moment he walked out of the underground palace, Ye Qingxuan almost "suffocated".
The chaotic streets were filled with the sounds of screaming crowds.
The sunlight was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and sometimes it was very close. One side was so dazzling and hot that it felt like walking under the sun, while the other side was so cold that it froze your bones.
Under the light, the shadows danced abnormally, like living creatures.
The dusk sky became like a pot of boiling molten iron, splashing down rapidly. Cracks appeared on the ancient building, and the roar of collapse came from deep in the earth.
The colors of reality are peeling off and fading under the wash of the ether wave, and this steel city is gradually being alienated into a demonic realm.
The roaring bells were deafening, ringing layer upon layer. The huge barrier supported the foundation of the city and resisted the erosion of the ether tide, preventing it from falling apart in this terrifying wave.
Thousands of iron towers erupted with blazing light, opening up the dancing darkness and illuminating the world.
In this dusk when all light fades rapidly, the Holy City glows with endless light as if it is on fire, even if it is burned red by the light and is filled with cracks.
The power of the abyss burst out, and the first one to bear the impact was the Holy City.
The first thing to be affected is the human senses.
People with more sensitive perceptions have already spied the huge black shadow that gradually emerged above the sky. Under the gaze of countless pairs of cold eyes, the will was tortured like a whip and fell to the edge of collapse.
But the dull people didn't realize it. They just looked at the people in the crowd who suddenly fell to the ground, vomited blood, and fell into madness. They screamed and fled around.
Like a mouse who doesn't know he's in a room of hot iron.
As soon as the celebrations in the holy city ended, the funeral was hurriedly performed.
This place is already the center of the battlefield.
The scorching foehn wind swept across, signaling the beginning of a tragic war.
Fortunately for a musician with a profound background like Ye Qingxuan, in the chaotic roar along the way, countless musicians suddenly fell to the ground while running, their facial features oozing blood, their heartbeats collapsed, and they died tragically on the spot.
Even Ye Qingxuan felt a burst of suffocation at this time. If it were not for the protection of the Clothes of Original Sin, he would definitely be dying, and his combat effectiveness would be reduced by more than 40%.
Now the holy city barrier is operating at full capacity, trying its best to maintain the order of the human world and prevent it from evolving into a dark world.
The material world seems to be just chaos, with no other abnormalities.
But in the deepest layer of the etheric realm, the huge abyss has collided with the sacred city, bursting out endless turbulence and roar.
The sacred city glows with endless flames.
The abyss shook, shaking off a layer of dust—the seeds of demons.
The battle between the two behemoths affected the entire etheric world. Under the impact of the terrifying wave, even the light of the scepter in the extreme distance turned into a candle in the wind, crumbling.
I don’t know how many secret realms fell apart in the impact.
In the battle between giants, the first to suffer is the ant.
Countless strange things in the ethereal world panicked and fled in all directions, fleeing to other secret realms before the next wave of terrifying aftermath arrived.
There is such chaos in the etheric world, and there are also turbulent undercurrents in the etheric sea.
When the terrifying shock passed through the nine-layer ether sea and reached the material world, it almost caused the nearest holy city to fall apart. The turbulent music theory and terrifying changes are like storms and tsunamis to the musicians.
Dramatic changes in the outside world trigger an imbalance of music theory in the body, causing disastrous consequences.
Easterners call this phenomenon "headwind."
Musicians with weak foundations and unreasonable music theory in their bodies are almost all affected to a greater or lesser extent. It may be just a bout of boredom and vomiting at a more relaxed level, or vomiting blood at a more severe level.
As for those who took precious medicines to advance, and the changes in music theory in their bodies could not keep up with the external environment, or those who were seriously injured in the early years and have been forcibly suppressed, the ether in their bodies often went riot, and more tragically, they burned themselves to death on the spot. Others also died because of The density of ether in the blood soared, affecting the heart and brain system, causing him to go into shock.
At this moment, the ether density in the Holy City is constantly changing, and I don’t know how many ether balls trying to measure it exploded. As if being thrown into the eye of the storm, the density sometimes turns into a harmless white area, and sometimes soars to a terrifying level that even a black area cannot match.
For the musicians, the Holy City instantly turned into one of those terrifying forbidden places in the dark world, a place like the ruins of a natural disaster.
And for ordinary people, it's not much better.
At this moment, the Holy City has turned into a cauldron for alchemists to mix potions. Even if it is shrouded by a barrier, fierce reactions are still going on all the time.
In some places where the alchemical matrix is enriched, the etheric realm even vaguely overlaps with the material realm, forming "flood outlets" one after another, and the aftermath of chaos bursts out.
Countless strange and ethereal shadows shuttled through the sky.
Some are fantasies about harmless humans and animals, but some are monsters that "fall" from the abyss.
The moment they encountered them, the human beings who were unable to resist were instantly drawn into empty shells.
Even the priests wearing religious robes lost their protection from God at this moment and were brutally slaughtered. The young monks who patrolled the temple preaching the word struggled and fled.
Then his head was bitten off by something invisible.
Blood splattered.
It fell on Ye Qingxuan's boots.
When Ye Qingxuan landed on the ground, the first thing he saw was such a chaotic scene.
"Help! Help!"
The young priest who fell to the ground screamed and trembled in the chaos.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan, it was like seeing the last straw, begging and begging: "That gentleman, help me! Please save me! I will repay you! I swear!"
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and sighed softly:
"This is really... terrible."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the caller in the distance.
A ray of moonlight faintly extended from the fingertips and instantly penetrated the man's eyebrows.
Like a pot of hot water boiling, the scene in front of him suddenly became distorted. Several weird screams were heard in it, and a shrill scream suddenly sounded.
Thick blood splashed out of thin air.
With the intense music theory turmoil around him, the hidden demons had no way to hide.
Around the young priest, a dozen burning demons were "squeezed" out of the air out of thin air. The all-pervasive moonlight fire burned on their bodies, and before they even landed on the ground, they were already turned into a handful of ashes.
The ashes melted into the pool of blood and turned into black sludge.
Even an eyeball-shaped demon fell off the back of the young priest's head and exploded into a ball of foul-smelling slurry.
The moonlight sword penetrated his head, but the young priest was unharmed, sitting sluggishly in a pool of blood, as if he didn't react.
Laura looked at his cowardly look and couldn't help but tease Ye Qingxuan:
"This coward is already scared to death, what's the use of saving him?"
Hearing Laura's voice, the priest looked over, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on her sharp ears and the slightly protruding tiger teeth between her lips.
After realizing Laura's identity and the group of servants behind her who didn't look like good people at all, the priest's face suddenly turned pale and his teeth chattered:
"Yue, month... month..."
Before he could say the name "Yue Ling", Ye Qingxuan's fingers had already pressed on his forehead, freezing his consciousness and erasing this memory.
"I'd better hide in the underground palace first."
Laura touched her pointed ears and sighed: "Anyway, you have the ladder, and I can support you at any time."
Although he said that, Ye Qingxuan felt that there was something else hidden in Laura's plain tone.
Ye Qingxuan looked into her eyes. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you doing this because you don't want to cause unnecessary trouble, or... you don't want to see Ye Lanzhou?"
Laura's eyes were lowered, she just stretched out her hand, pulled a strand of broken hair in front of her forehead, and smiled softly: "I said goodbye more than ten years ago. I have been treating him as dead for so many years, now goodbye , you’ll just feel embarrassed, right?”
"you sure?"
“I’m really not sure, so let’s leave it at that.”
Laura no longer hesitated, turned around, and walked towards the underground palace with her servants: "If the teacher is still alive, please tell him: I did not let him down."
"I'm going to beat him up."
Ye Qingxuan shouted at her back: "If you don't go, I will take it upon you and beat him until he cries."
Laura was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw his serious expression, she couldn't help but smile.
It was like he was suddenly released from a prison, his smile was filled with relief and relief, and he felt relieved.
"Then, please."
Her last words carried on the wind.
The door is closed.
"I will handle it."
Ye Qingxuan pinched the joints of his fist and said to himself.
In front of him, the absent-minded monk finally came to his senses. Seeing Ye Qingxuan who had saved him in front of him, he couldn't help but feel frightened and sat on the ground and burst into tears.
"Hey, stop crying."
Ye Qingxuan kicked him angrily and asked in a cold voice: "Name, age, gender, where are you from, where are you going."
"No, Nora, twenty-two..."
The young man stuttered out his name, and then in a confused manner reported his hometown, place of origin, origin, school where he graduated, and even the department where he practiced.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan interrupted impatiently: "You just said you would thank me, right?"
Noila was stunned, seeing Ye Qingxuan’s ferocious expression, and nodded subconsciously.
"Then take me to the Central Cathedral."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "Don't tell me you don't know the way."
Seeing that she had just emerged from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, Nora's face instantly turned pale: "Don't go, sir! The Central Sanctuary is out of control! That's where I escaped from! There are monsters everywhere there!"
"Out of control?"
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the sky: "No wonder."
The decaying barrier in the sky is like broken glass, struggling to resist the darkness. I don't know when the situation has become critical. It would have been impossible for this situation to occur, let alone the fact that a "spill outlet" had appeared inside the Holy City.
No matter how powerful a tool is, without human control and operation, it will become dull and rigid, and it can still defend itself against other enemies.
But when faced with the pressure of the abyss, it starts to feel inadequate.
At this moment, the entire sky has lost its color and turned into pitch black. At a glance, there was only empty, lifeless darkness.
The turmoil in the etheric world continues.
Compared with the Sacred City and the Hundred-Eyed Man, Ye Qingxuan's existence was too small. He was so caught up in it that he couldn't even see clearly what the situation was like. But there is no doubt that things have gotten very bad.
At this moment, the Holy City is already in the overlapping realm of the material world and the etheric world.
And the world in this realm is gradually losing its light.
This is not good.
very bad.
"Stop standing there in a daze, let's go."
He kicked Nola again: “Time is running out, we are racing against time, there is no time to get ink here.”
"Still going to the Central Cathedral?"
Nora was about to cry but was extremely reluctant: “Where are you going and what are you doing!”
Ye Qingxuan looked at him like a coward who was so frightened that he couldn't get up. He couldn't help but sigh, then he grabbed his collar and walked forward without saying anything:
"Idiot, of course you want to make this world a brighter place!"