For ordinary musicians, the etheric realm is too ethereal.
Most people cannot even understand the existence of the etheric world, and have difficulty touching the mysterious realm hidden behind the nine-layer etheric sea. Even in the early days, some people believed that the existence of the "etheric world" was just an illusion that appeared in the musician's induction.
A world without matter and composed purely of ether
It's simply unreasonable.
There is only one world from beginning to end, isn't it
Over the years, countless musicians have tried to explain the difference to their students, but few have been able to explain it clearly.
Therefore, we have to retain this erroneous conceptual understanding and create a new concept - "material world" to explain the world that humans can glimpse.
In the final analysis, there are too few areas that humans can perceive.
Just like a short person cannot see the scenery of a tall person, people living underground cannot imagine the sky above their heads, and bugs that only exist in summer cannot understand the coldness of winter.
Human beings are limited by themselves. They can only see seven colors, perceive only warmth and coldness, can smell no more than a thousand kinds of smells, and can hear sounds only within the range of the physical ear.
Scholars speculate that there are even seventeen dimensions or more in this world, but humans can only touch three of them.
Therefore, musicians are eager to use the perception of ether to peek into the broader face of this world.
This is the misunderstanding of most people. The etheric world is not the space hidden behind "space", nor is it a bubble outside the bubble, nor is it a world composed of ether.
But the world in the etheric "eye".
To put it in a more precise name, it is "etheric horizon".
By incarnating as an extension of the ether, human beings can get rid of their own limitations, step into deeper realms, further contact the reality of the world, and master greater power.
However, this is only meaningful to distortion-level musicians and above.
Only when the ether circulation is formed in the body can the body be etherified. Only by using the Chapter of Fate as a carrier, carrying one's own consciousness and personality, and even forming one's own scepter, can one be qualified to go deep into the etheric realm and call upon higher levels of power.
He even mastered the "essence" of a certain existence, summarized it as "elements" in the etheric world, and completely reached the inhuman realm.
Because of this, the master's domain is so mysterious, the scepter's body is so huge, the origin of natural disasters is so mysterious, and the existence of the Great Source attracts countless musicians to pursue it.
But now, when this power is restrained or even controlled by the Wheel of Balance, as long as its user is willing, any scepter-level musician will be knocked down from the high-level realm—that is, the etheric realm—and become a new mortal!
Just like the relegated heavenly beings in Eastern legends who fell into the mortal world.
Lost endless life, endless power, once again trapped in a small body...
This is the horror of the Wheel of Balance!
It is a checkpoint set in the sea of ether, guarding the door for musicians to enter the etheric world from the material world.
As long as you master it, no amount of scepters will mean anything at all. When the etheric world and the material world are forcibly separated, all that can be used is the mortal body, and the power that can be driven is almost pitiful.
At that time, under the volley of thousands of troops, even the saints may only be able to drink in hatred on the spot!
Nowadays, it is not even driven by anyone. Just existing here puts the material world and the etheric world in a forced balance.
Even if it is not completely sealed, within its territory, all the musicians feel that they are wearing heavy shackles, and they no longer have the relaxation and freedom of the past.
For a moment, everyone felt shuddering.
Immediately afterwards, countless streams of light flew vertically.
The moment they understood the nature, almost all the masters present flew desperately to the outside of Guixu. At this moment, Guixu was no longer a sweet pastry, but a fatal trouble.
If it is an artifact used for killing, then naturally countless people will take risks. If it is an artifact used for protection, several huge schools in the world will fight for it at all costs as a trump card to protect their own secret realms.
But now, the power involved in the Wheel of Balance is too terrifying.
It was so scary that they didn’t even dare to intervene anymore.
For a long time, all musicians have enjoyed god-like treatment, but when the Wheel of Balance appeared, everyone knew that this might be about to change.
Its existence is a shackles to the musician.
No matter who masters it, I'm afraid they will be besieged by all the musicians. No matter what force tries to control it, they will definitely be intolerable to the entire world.
There are only a few people who are qualified to control it. Only with absolute power can they keep it in their hands and turn it into their own strength and deterrence. Otherwise, it will be absolute trouble.
The further they flew, the more terrifying they felt. Until they flew hundreds of kilometers away, the power of the Balance Wheel still vaguely affected their strength.
The power called from the etheric realm is like traveling through thick rubber, making it difficult to control.
The shackles seemed to loosen slightly.
The masters turned around with lingering fear and looked behind them.
A sigh sounded.
A terrifying blazing light rose from the top of Guixu. A hundred miles away, the heavy ether fluctuations faintly darkened their eyes, which made them feel very happy.
If you weren't running fast, it would be difficult to run now, right
"It finally begins..."
Many masters looked at each other, feeling heavy in their hearts and breathless amidst the constant terrifying loud noises.
"Since you can escape with your life, don't think too much about it." A master shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a good thing if you can survive."
But for some reason, his voice suddenly became shrill, like an actor's.
He was stunned, and immediately noticed the eyes of others looking over.
Shock, astonishment, and... fear
"What happen to you guys?"
The master asked blankly, but before he finished speaking, his body began to twitch strangely, and his old face quickly dissolved, like a ball of clay being kneaded flat and reshaped.
Threads of gray mist seeped out of his pores and enveloped him.
The white hair turned to jet black, and the wrinkles disappeared.
Return to youth.
But this did not make him overly happy. Instead, he fell into despair from the bottom of his heart and screamed. When the scream suddenly stopped, his face lifted up again, with an expression that seemed to be crying and smiling. The face is completely different from the past.
—Paganini!
Those frightened, dull, and stunned faces were frozen.
Soon, the same convulsions began to spread like an infection, and screams came and went, then ended in an instant. When silence came, everyone's faces had become exactly the same.
…
Infection... The terrible infection is spreading crazily within thousands of miles.
At the moment when the Wheel of Balance appeared, the musicians who had entered Guixu or even been close to Guixu were all possessed by the strange sound of the violin. The strange music theory planted in their bodies took root and sprouted, and all the power was transferred from the inside out. replace…
In just a short moment, the infection spread to terrifying proportions.
Even the dozen or so masters who were planted with purifying music theory by Ye Qingxuan and signed the contract of betrayal to the tribunal were involved. Even if the purification lock in the body breaks out in an instant, completely sealing off the infected "affected area" and starting the burning of destruction.
The entire Sovereign was filled with a burning smell.
The flames that can completely burn ordinary people can't save their lives, but the pain that is ignited from the inside out is enough to make people collapse.
What's even more frightening is that the "foci" appear and disappear as if they have taken root, completely integrated with their destiny and difficult to eradicate.
With no other choice, Mabel could only control Long Wei to forcefully seal them and freeze them completely. Although not dead, it is difficult to live.
Even though he was well prepared, Paganini's terror was still far beyond everyone's expectations.
Not only within the scope of Guixu, but even outside Guixu, countless musicians were completely transformed in the mourning. I don't know when Paganini planted the theory of change for them, turning them into bacteria. And before the "sickness", the changing music theory in their bodies had already infected an unknown number of people.
The teachers in the academy were dissolved together with their disciples, and the elders and students in the school fell together...
The plague, the horrific plague is spreading!
"This is... the Four Horsemen!"
In the lens where time stood still, the old musician looked at the "black spots" emerging from his scepter with fear, and finally understood why his many defenses could not work.
The only ones who can transform the changing music theory into a virus and spread it like a plague are the Four Horsemen made by the Hundred Eyes themselves - the Lord of Plague and Pain!
Just like when he led half of the Holy City to fall under the nose of the Holy City, even though the Sage of the Abyss was so wary of him, he still quietly eroded one of the Four Knights and integrated it into his own scepter. among.
"It's easy, isn't it?"
A soft voice sounded in his ear: "It seems difficult, but you just need to set a small goal first."
At some point, Paganini's power had seeped into the lens.
At this moment, he had put on a green robe and was riding on a green horse.
He didn't get close, but just stared at him from afar, causing the black spots on his body to spread rapidly. At this moment, the old musician was in a trance, and even felt like he was splitting into two.
A self is rapidly declining, experiencing pain in this still time.
But the other self awakened from the darkness, quickly grew stronger, grew abnormally with joy, greedily devoured the remaining sanity, and wanted to throw itself into Paganini's scepter.
The old musician raised his hand in despair and pressed it to his forehead, wanting to commit suicide.
He can't live like this. There are too many Asgardian secrets in his mind, too many Asgardian files, and even the design drawings of the strongest force on land, the giant armor "Hercules".
Even if only one tenth of it leaks out, it will be enough to severely damage Asgard.
Fortunately, in order to protect these data, he has set up predetermined instructions in his scepter. He only needs to be lightly stimulated and everything will disappear without a trace.
Including himself.
At that moment, sensing his crisis, thunder and anger burst out from the god's single eye.
"Be bold!"
Endless torrent of thunder poured into the lens, divinity transformed, Odin's shadow loomed, and struck Paganini with a devastating blow.
Elements move**.
Paganini's face cracked.
This is the accumulation of Asgard over thousands of years, the crystallization of the wisdom of musicians of all ages. In terms of sheer destructive power, no natural disaster can rival Odin.
"Your Highness! Don't come..."
It was clear that he was about to be saved, but there was no joy in the old musician's eyes, but more fear.
—His target is you!
…
In the frozen time, no one can tell how much time has passed.
No matter how much time passes, it is only a moment outside.
And in the next moment, the lens broke.
The second emperor's son rose into the sky, perched high on the Thunder Throne, transformed into Odin, and waved his hand to scatter countless destructive thunders.
The divinity in the left eye burns vigorously and is majestic and inviolable.
And the right eye, which was originally empty, lit up with a strange light...