The music theory of the Ladder of Heaven in the Ring of the Empyrean, the Wyrmsleep Barrier of Silent Moon, the Philosopher's Stone of Hermes, the purification music theory of the Inquisition, the resonance of Abraham's natural disasters...
He listed everything he had learned on paper.
There is even music theory from Genesis, even the music theory acquired from those masters.
By the end of the writing, even a blind person could see that he had no intention of creating a normal chapter of fate.
Why does the ordinary Chapter of Destiny require so much effort? No matter which one is combined, it is the best in the world. The Chapter of Fate that combines the three is already a heavyweight among heavyweights.
But Ye Qingxuan still had no intention of stopping.
He had made up his mind.
If you want to copy it, then copy it all!
Create new ideas, create friendship, and create new realms!
Anyway, since ancient times, no one has stipulated what the Chapter of Fate must look like, and everyone's core music theory is also very strange. Even two students from the same school and the same teacher are absolutely not similar.
So, it’s not surprising how it turns out.
Ye Qingxuan decided to make a big deal.
Since there is no one like this before, let’s just… there will be no one after us!
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Two days later, he returned to the ruins.
The navies of various countries are still stationed in place and are heavily guarded against each other. Several frictions have broken out in the past few days. All parties have tried their best to coordinate and avoid meaningless battles, but the situation is still like a tight string that will break under the huge pressure of the war movement.
Everyone is paying attention to the situation in Guixu.
Over the past few days, long and majestic music has occasionally sounded from the ancient city. Although it cannot be detected from the inside, the changes are clearly visible from the outside.
The huge ether turbulence still envelopes the entire sea area, making it inaccessible to everyone. Everyone can only speculate through the vague changes after the ether turbulence.
It was obvious that a natural disaster was about to be born. But the situation seemed extremely strange.
But apart from the jaw-dropping rapid changes in the first two days, in the following days, the ruined city fell into silence.
The transformation became extremely slow, unbearably slow.
It's like... having a difficult childbirth.
Far away in the Holy City, under the surveillance of the huge nebula of the Central Temple, Archbishop Albert turned his head and fell asleep. Sometimes I lazily raise my hand, wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth, raise my eyes for a glance, look away, and continue to sleep soundly.
Unfortunately, after the injured half of the face healed, it was no longer the same as before. The muscles were swollen and it looked quite ferocious.
After a long time, when he was full of sleep, he opened his eyes and saw the figure next to him.
The cardinals of the Cardinal Church stood quietly under the nebula, looking up at the flash of light in the ruins, silent and still.
"you're awake?"
"Slept enough." Albert wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and stood up: "When did you come? Why didn't you call me?"
"We just arrived. You were sleeping soundly, so I didn't scream." The old bishop shook his head and looked away from the flash of light in Guixu: "How long has this been going on?"
"It's been over a week."
Albert said listlessly: "Can something like a natural disaster also make childbirth difficult? It will cause trouble for us guys who are not even midwives."
"Production also requires skills." The old man shook his head: "Don't be in a hurry."
"It sounds like you have experience." Albert smiled.
"Well, there is."
The old man sighed softly: "In the early years, I served in a small church in the south. There were two doctors in the town, but one was responsible for shaving heads and the other only knew bloodletting. Sometimes I couldn't find a decent midwife. I can only come to the church to find help. Women there get married very early, and it is too late to become a mother at the age of sixteen, and difficult childbirths are not uncommon. Once you give birth, you are gambling your life. Sometimes I have to go with the priest at the time Working all night long to deliver babies. But sometimes it’s useless no matter how good your skills are, and you often have to face a choice... "
"let me guess."
Albert pinched his chin and laughed: "Do you want a child or a mother?"
The old bishop shrugged.
"What did they choose?"
The old bishop said nothing, the topic ended here.
Neither man spoke.
A long silence.
After a long time, the old bishop raised his head from his contemplation and said softly: "Let Chopin send the signal, and changes will happen later, so as not to have long nights and dreams."
Albert's smile stopped, "Are you sure?"
"Sometimes, just waiting is of no use and will only cause pain to both parties."
The old bishop's eyes were silent, "You always need to make a painful decision."
A letter of authorization signed by the Holy See was placed in front of Albert. Albert's expression twitched slightly, sighed, and waved.
The majestic sound of the organ sounded from the central temple and echoed in the steel city. Thousands of bell towers chimed in unison, and the aftermath spread to all directions.
Listening to the bell, Albert seemed exhausted and lay down on the chair again, shaking his head: "Sometimes, I really envy you people who can make up your mind."
The tone seemed sarcastic, making the old bishop shake his head and smile bitterly.
"Do you know how I solved the problem of difficult childbirth in the past?"
The old man made an injection gesture: "Just give me an injection of oxytocin."
Albert was stunned.
"Albert, I am never the one who makes up my mind. How can humans have such courage?" The old bishop patted his shoulder, turned and left:
"Whether it is the child or the mother who survives, let the gods decide for us."
In the silence, only the sound of footsteps faded away.
Albert said nothing and closed his eyes.
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Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes from his dream.
He hadn't dreamed for a long time, but just now, he had another nightmare. He dreamed that countless music theories were like an ocean, burying him.
But when he woke up, he saw countless pages and dense handwriting around him. He didn't know how many times he had revised it, and how many pieces of music he had deleted or added.
And in the corner, the trembling old nun.
Only now did he hear the faint sound of bells coming from the distance.
There seemed to be some omen and command in the sound of the bell, which made the old nun tremble, kneel on the ground, raise her head, and roll her eyes.
It seems to be epilepsy, but there is no such strong fire in the body of an epileptic patient.
It was as if the furnace had been ignited.
The dark hall was illuminated by the fire in the old body, and ether waves like hurricanes burst out from the body, sweeping in all directions.
All the masters woke up and looked at the old nun in astonishment.
Even though they have already seen the power possessed by the saints, when Schubert is running at full strength, everyone's body feels the pain of being crushed.
At this moment, they finally recognized the gap between themselves and the saints.
That was a huge distance like an abyss.
In the body of the old nun, Schubert's music theory is running violently, exuding violent power that is almost self-destructive. Completely without regard for anything, not even yourself.
In the roaring song that seemed like self-destruction, Ye Qingxuan heard the old nun’s last prayer:
"Ashes to ashes, clay to clay, ashes to ashes..."
-May the gods protect my soul.