At that moment, in the collapsed illusion, in the collapsed consciousness.
The movement wrapped in blazing flames was completely burned, and countless music theories were completely evaporated in the flames. Under the elements of the Great Source, they were reduced to ashes, and not even a single note remained.
But when the ashes completely dissipated, the flames remained unquenched.
The Sun King's expression changed.
He could feel that there was still something left in the elemental fire that had dissolved all of Ye Qingxuan's power. Under the layers of ashes, there was still power that had not been wiped out.
Ye Qingxuan still exists.
He is still alive!
Immediately afterwards, the first note flowed out from it, then the second, and the third... A torrent of music theory like a waterfall rose into the sky from the fire.
It's like opening a box of disaster and releasing the disaster inside.
But those countless music theories not only did not dissipate under the burning and impact of the flames, but... became more and more solidified
The Sun King was stunned for a moment, then finally realized what he was doing and let out an angry roar.
alchemy
It’s alchemy!
He actually used his own flame as a furnace and completely threw the newly created Chapter of Destiny into it. Then, with the help of the flame given by the Great Source, refine your own music theory!
Damn it!
That madman actually used his consciousness, his own strength, and everything about him as materials, just like countless metals being thrown into an alchemy furnace with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees and melted into a brand new alloy.
All the dregs that could not withstand the test have been completely eliminated, and the power that can survive and be reborn from the flames has seemed to have passed the test of thousands of years and transformed into the most perfect form.
And now, it's time to turn on the furnace.
"Perfection" emerges from the furnace.
The flame was torn from the inside out, by the dazzling light that emerged in an instant, and the terrifying loud noise that swept the entire world.
It's thunder and lightning.
Only thunder and lightning can have such a dazzling and hot flame, as if molten metal is flowing in the sky.
Countless electric lights intertwined and turned into a vague humanoid outline.
The intense light tore through the air, like countless fleeting strings that produced sharp and harsh sounds when they were plucked and played.
But the sounds of countless electric currents come together and merge into a new rhythm. When they are governed by the will within them, they become incredibly unified and harmonious.
Perfect and flawless.
This is a qualitative change.
A real qualitative change was born.
Just like Abraham's metal-friction-like movement, now Ye Qingxuan's music theory also has a unique quality.
"Thunder and lightning? No, just pure 'lightning.'"
In the vague outline, electric currents trembled, and the harsh hissing gathered in one place and turned into a hoarse voice: "And the "Interpretation Method" that I understood advanced to the end, the two sides collided, and the external performance turned into Got 'electricity'?"
At this moment, in the countless fleeting flashes of lightning, tens of millions of times more music theories are arising and dying frequently. Every second, music theories collide tens of millions of times at a speed that humans cannot imagine.
However, under the constraints of the interpretation method, even if it cannot be sensed and controlled, the majestic power is still restrained in Ye Qingxuan's will.
No matter how chaotic the forces are, they still move forward along the established track. Under the surface of chaos, the beauty of balance is reflected all the time.
It's like a machine.
-The sacred cauldron became the positive pole, and the abyss projection became the negative pole. They collided with each other and evolved another form of the Silent Moon, another one that was more violent and turbulent, a form that he had never even imagined.
With this as the core, all of Ye Qingxuan's music theories are connected into one.
A new chapter of destiny has been accomplished.
From the flames.
In ashes.
"Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"
In the crazy electric light, Ye Qingxuan's face emerged inch by inch, staring at the furious kings, and then let out a mocking laugh:
"-Don't be so quick to get angry, I have worse news for you."
boom!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes burst out with blazing electric light.
He took the first step towards the sky, opened and closed his lips, and with a loud thunderous sound, he loudly announced: "Let me tell you-"
"Everything you left behind has completely fallen apart!"
Big earthquake**.
Facing the impact and attack of the projections of the kings, he moved forward step by step. The body intertwined by the electric light was constantly broken and reborn, persistently and slowly narrowing the distance between them.
The thunder is still echoing, causing walls to crack, columns to collapse, gold and iron to rot, and coats of arms to be covered in dust.
"Let me tell you—"
"The era you planned has long been broken by future generations!"
"The country you left behind has become a breeding ground for decay!"
"The future you envisioned has become fuel for the fire of resistance."
"The world you thought you saved is about to be ruined by the system you left behind!"
By the end, the figure shrouded in thunder and lightning was close at hand.
From here, the originally thin figure has turned into a huge giant. His fingers tightened, completely gathering the Sun King into his palm, and slowly tightened it.
At this moment, the original kings were so insignificant.
Like dust.
A mocking smile appeared on Ye Qingxuan's lips, "Now, should we talk about it again: Am I qualified to have this power?"
Under the crown, the face of the Sun King is withered, and his red eyes are still full of rage: "I curse you, rebel! People like you are not qualified to step into the palace of Guixu!"
"It's up to you, whatever you want is fine."
Ye Qingxuan tightened his fingers indifferently: "Goodbye, kings. I don't need your judgment on my character; I don't need outdated old guys to help me plan my life; my future will never be dedicated to your world. .”
boom!
Lightning bursts.
The outline of the scorching sun was completely torn apart by the lightning, the elements collapsed, and the body of the Sun King disappeared in an instant. Only the old crown fell from Ye Qingxuan's fingers, hit the ground, and shattered in a wail. Turned into dissipated dust.
But the furious thunder and lightning still did not dissipate.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked coldly at the closed door at the end of the hall.
"Did you hear that thing behind the door?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and the hoarse voice seemed to echo between heaven and earth:
"—My life belongs only to me!"
The next moment, electric light burst out, playing a wild and roaring melody, and the door to the extreme realm suddenly opened.
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In the deep darkness, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded.
The magnificent and delicate octagonal crystal is covered with cracks, reflecting the dim flames around it, and countless types of flames seem to be reflected in countless cross-sections.
Some are like furnace fire, some are like lava, some are dim, and some are so violent that they seem to burn the whole world.
As the crystal cracked, the path back to the ruins was cut off.
The meditating person wakes up from his long sleep.
On that face that looked both male and female, a crack burned by lightning appeared. The crack closed quickly, but exploded again, closed a second time, and then exploded again.
The electric light danced in the cracks, which was difficult to extinguish, and the stench of burnt flesh spread out.
"He found me."
Paganini frowned in displeasure, stretched out his hand, and touched the crack on his forehead, pulling out a ray of lightning from his fingertips. The remaining electric light lingered on the fingertips, illuminating his face. The expressionless face was uncertain in the dancing shadows.
Staring at the lightning on his fingertips, he fell into a long thought.
What's this