Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky.
"You wanted to stop her, but you made her come true, didn't you?"
A soft voice sounded from Ye Qingxuan's ears: "Everything has been arranged by God, perfect, haha, this is the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan. Everyone is a bargaining chip in their hands, including her, including you."
The voice asked softly: "Are you sure you still want to stand on their side?"
It's Paganini.
Paganini again.
This time Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to look back.
He just felt tired.
Sitting on the fallen bell tower, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stopped looking at the sky, took out a crumpled paper bag from his arms, and lit the last crooked cigarette.
He took a deep breath, looked at the flickering fire at his fingertips, and suddenly asked: "Paganini, I really don't like the Holy City, but do you know why I don't want to cooperate with you?"
Paganini was silent.
"To be honest, I didn't know it at first, but now I finally understand."
Ye Qingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Because I have always tried to make the world a better place. Paganini." Ye Qingxuan turned back and looked at him coldly:
"—And you don't deserve it."
Paganini sneered, didn't say anything, didn't even take action, just looked at him like a fool, a... psychopath who didn't understand anything.
"No need to talk nonsense, Paganini, don't you want that thing? I won't fight with you anymore, I give up. What are you waiting for? Go and grab it, go and fight the Holy City like a mad dog Seize the food and fight for your ambition.”
Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze coldly, leaned against the ruins, and closed his eyes tiredly:
"I just want some peace and quiet, so... get out of here."
Paganini gave him one last look.
Suddenly I felt that I had seen the wrong person.
Ye Qingxuan was not the person he imagined to have hatred.
A person with hatred is like fire, like lava, which will burn everything, but he is not.
He's just a fool.
The apparition dissipated.
…
When Paganini reappeared, the Abyss Sages were already in chaos, and the anger that had nowhere to pour was poured out on him at the first moment of his return.
The shackles of dim light suddenly erupted from all sides, throwing him into a cage.
"You did a good job!"
The withered head roared: "What on earth are you thinking, Paganini? You ruined everything! The four horsemen left by the Holy Spirit, the last strength and future of the abyss are ruined because of you!"
"Isn't this bad?"
Paganini sneered, "I never intended to let the clay and wood sculptures you created from the beginning be superior to me. It's just that you thought it was too simple. Why do I have to obey the four puppets you control?"
"It's all over now, Paganini."
The head looked at him coldly, with hatred in his eyes: "Perhaps we will be exhausted in this battle, and you will definitely not end well. I just want to take a look at your newly promoted Darkness Where did you guys get the courage to be so arrogant in front of me? Soon, you will know - we can make you successful or destroy you!"
"No, you won't."
Paganini smiled slightly and spread his fingers.
Above the five fingers, black mist lingered, transforming into the face of the withered head, which was so lifelike that the head's expression was stunned.
That's... changing music theory
"No! When did you..."
His expression changed drastically, and he looked around, only to find that at some point, everyone had been stunned, showing no reaction, and just looking straight at him.
The expression on the head was twisted: "When did you plant the idea of changing music theory!"
"As much as I want to tell you, it's actually a secret."
Paganini smiled, put his palm on the withered head, and finally said goodbye: "So, it's better that you don't know..."
The head wanted to cry, but no sound came out.
When Paganini's hand was taken away, the copper plate suspended in the air fell to the ground, and the broken head with only incomplete bones shattered on the ground.
Like a broken wine glass.
A breeze blew in the deep darkness, and the bodies of all the abyss sages collapsed, like puppets made of piled gravel. The power accumulated throughout his life surged like a spring, merged into wisps of gray mist, and flew towards Paganini's fingertips.
By the end, there were no traces left.
Only Paganini stood alone in the darkness.
In the dim candlelight, his face became more and more strange. He was so handsome that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, but it made people feel a strong sense of inhumanity.
It was obvious that the perfect facial features were perfectly embedded in the face, but there was no human atmosphere between the eyebrows.
"Thank you for your long-term care and support. In return, this tomb used to bury the original kings is given to you for your enjoyment. May everyone find the future you seek in eternal death."
Paganini whispered goodbye to the ashes, and then left quietly.
The sound of thunder came from the surface a long distance away, shaking off the dust and extinguishing the last candlelight.
Darkness comes.
…
…
The sound of thunder became stronger and stronger.
After that hallucinatory cry, crazy thunder sounded from the sky. The roar seemed like a storm was coming, but there were no clouds in the night sky, nor any light of lightning.
It was pure music theory friction.
A large crack opened in the etheric world, showering miracles on the material world, as if the magnificent power of creation was running within it, and terrifying elements unimaginable to humans emerged one after another, constantly stimulating, rubbing, and shocking people. The thunder of the soul.
At this moment, the sky has become a forbidden area.
The aftermath of the collision of elements came one after another, and the waves intertwined like water ripples, spreading in all directions, spreading great pressure. The material component was not damaged, but all music theory was shaken in the aftermath.
It's like a house wailing in an earthquake.
When a scepter with inferior elements is placed in it, it will explode completely in an instant and disappear completely. The weaker Chapter of Destiny will not even get close. The musician who approached rashly was swept away by the aftermath, and fell from the air like a mosquito, falling into a ball of rotten flesh on the ground.
Before that, his will, destiny, and all music theory had been brutally erased.
This is the furnace of creation, the embodiment of destruction, the huge force that moves the world. All human beings are just dust in it, unable to hinder it, not even the mantis blocking the car.
The crystal is growing, and from that small core, new natural disasters are being given form.
But Ye Qingxuan just looked up at the sky and lay motionless in the ruins. Originally, he wanted to get involved in Guixu and have his own share in the natural disaster that was born.
But now that he knew the essence of that thing, he no longer even had the desire to get his hands on it.
As he told Paganini, he gave up.
The power poured out with blood, the miracle obtained in exchange for the lives of countless people.
What's the difference between something like this and rotten meat
Just thinking about it makes me sick.
But while watching in silence, the body of the natural disaster has gradually emerged, growing crazily and transforming towards its most perfect form.
From the friction and collision of countless elements, brand-new music theory and power are slowly emerging from it.
At this time, no musician will focus on anything else. Their consciousness, their gazes, and all their feelings are directed to the sky. They use every method to get close to the core, sensing the earth-shattering changes and experiencing the earth-shattering changes. How the world works.
Everyone sees something different, but everyone feels that they have only seen the tip of the iceberg of that huge thing, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of the whole thing.
Just by gazing and sensing, his own power grows wildly, and the ether fluctuations erupt one after another like a volcano.
But soon, the waves of nothingness dissipated, and the elements of the collision gradually disappeared.
Under the reluctant and greedy eyes of countless musicians, the cracks in the etheric world closed silently, and the gift from the great source had ended.
They had no time to feel melancholy and regretful.
Because with the arrival of that moment, the majestic bells resounded throughout the perception of all musicians in the entire material world.
It announces the emergence of new forces and the establishment of new rules and order.
A new natural disaster is born from nothingness!
The existence hanging high in the sky at this moment finally revealed its true face.
It was a strange stone wheel that looked like a rock carving. It seems that there are hundreds of scales on the stone wheel that are carefully carved. Under each scale, there are strange lines formed by countless complicated musical notes.
If you look carefully, you can't feel the texture of the rock at all. It is just an illusion caused by the distortion of the air. It is even difficult to determine whether it has weight.
It's as if the surface of the world has peeled off, revealing cracks leading to the core, allowing a glimpse of the complex structure within.
At this moment, the stone wheel stood high in the sky, motionless, but it gave people the illusion that the whole world was slowly rotating around it.
Maybe it's really spinning.
It's just that it is the midpoint of the world, and when it decides to run, it is the entire world that rotates.
Just through induction and sight, everyone understood its essence in an instant.
Just as everyone expected, the natural disasters that were born after eating countless blessings have entered the realm of divine disasters, ranking alongside the three pillars of gods and the three sages.
It's just that it is neither a manifestation of human nature nor a divine operation, but a more pure artifact, a tool of creation created to achieve a certain purpose.
In other words, a pure artifact.
In the rotation of the stone wheel, all phenomena and music theory are tamed, and all elements emerge appropriately and converge into a whole.
Originally, everyone should have felt its power the moment it appeared - if it was a killing type artifact, it would not be impossible for all the musicians to die as soon as it was born. If it was a relief type miracle, then it would naturally be full of vitality. .
But now, no one feels any difference from usual.
It wasn't until a musician was about to take the lead that he realized something was wrong and couldn't help but scream in surprise - the etheric world that was so close at hand did not respond to his call, and the rules of the material world remained as stable as before.
The music that was originally earth-shattering could only set off weak ripples in the material world!
It was only now that they discovered that the material world and the etheric world were quietly separated. The boundaries between the two were no longer ambiguous, but became distinct.
The nine-layer ether sea seems to have new order and support, with a complex and clear structure, forming a perfect balance between the two realms.
Everyone's scalps were completely numb.
This artifact can actually control the "distance" between the material world and the etheric world!
As long as it operates, whether it is completely overlapping the material world and the etheric world, creating a magical realm that is beyond human imagination; or it is completely separating the material world and the etheric world, isolating elements and scepters, cutting off the flow of the etheric sea, and forming an etheric natural world. A vacuum without existence is nothing but a breeze.
It was only then that the name given by Dayuan emerged in everyone's mind.
—The wheel of balance!