Amid the roar, Ye Qingxuan lay in the ruins, looking up at the turbulent sky.
The fierce light rises and falls one after another. It is obviously a fire that can burn the world into purgatory. When gathered in one place, it makes people feel beautiful, with colorful lights dancing in the eyes.
I don't know when, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The dream is so quiet and long.
The tide swept in from afar and washed on the beach. When I stepped on the gravel with my bare feet, a small crab came out of the sand pit, crawled over the instep and was carried into the puddle.
There was a familiar smell of sea water in the air.
The blue sky is reflected in the sea.
Ye Qingxuan sat on the beach in silence, watching the quiet waves surging and rushing onto the beach. The wind blew from afar, carrying a fresh breath, blowing on the crumbling palace in Guixu.
There is no dispute.
There is no fighting.
No ambition.
There is no so-called ambition and future.
In the quiet decay, there is only an eternal loneliness and beauty.
After a long time, he suddenly realized.
"Is this my dream?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed softly and rubbed his forehead awkwardly: "I didn't expect that I still like to deceive myself so much..."
He raised his head, looked up at the sky, and raised his voice:
"This world is not like this, right?"
The roar came from far away.
The smell of the wind has changed.
"The world has never been so quiet and gentle."
Ye Qingxuan stepped on the tide and walked along the beach, saying to himself: "The sky is not this color."
Then, the blue sky cracked, and the fierce light of battle emerged from behind the gap, as if the door of purgatory had been opened, and the fire burned the clouds, like igniting iron. The white clouds were dyed black with ink, and when they rubbed against each other, a high-pitched sound of steel clashing erupted.
The silence was torn.
"The wind doesn't smell like this."
The breeze stopped, and then, the burning wind of purgatory blew from the fire. The wind carried the pungent smell of sulfur and was dyed dim. When it blew on the face, it made the eyes sting. I couldn't help but want to shed tears.
"The water is not that warm."
As a result, the clear sea water boiled with a stench, and fishy white foam surged between the rocks, like a boiling spring under the earth's crust. It was no longer pure, filled with the smell of rotting corpses, and the stinging smell of blood. nose.
"The earth is moving."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, turned around, and saw the decadent and quiet palaces collapsed in the earthquake of the island, cracks emerged from the stone road, and the lava of purgatory spewed out from under the earth's crust, destroying it bit by bit. dyed blood red.
"The stars have gone out."
As a result, the light fell, broke through the clouds, ignited the air, and fell into the sea with its long tail, setting off a tens of thousands of waves. When it landed on the ground, it left tragic scars.
It's like a cruel child daubed in red paint and scribbled on the masterpiece.
Everything has changed beyond recognition.
But not even close.
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, nodded and said, "There should be a cry."
The roar was like the collision of countless thunders, and the strong wind set off a howl. It seemed that countless desperate souls appeared in the wind, wailing softly, mourning the death of everything.
Ye Qingxuan stood between the sea and the sky, raising his head and looking up at the world.
Under the burning sky, the sea water was blood red, the cracked islands were swallowing lava, the stars fell, the foehn blew, and the screams and wails sounded one after another, and then dissipated in the air, like an illusion.
Everything seemed like a nightmare from purgatory.
"This is the real world."
Ye Qingxuan looked at his creation with satisfaction, so detailed and real, truly showing its original appearance.
But he couldn't laugh, he just felt tired.
After bidding farewell to hypocrisy, his dreams finally became exactly the same as this world. But he couldn't tell whether he was awake or in a dream.
"The world shouldn't be like this, right?"
Ye Qingxuan reached out and took out the non-existent cigarette from his empty pocket. After lighting it, he smelled the fragrance of burning tobacco. Ashes rolled in his lungs, bringing a familiar sting.
He could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
Reality is absurd like a nightmare, but dreams are cruel like reality.
No one responded.
Only the roar from the sky came, and the burning wind set off a howl.
Ye Qingxuan tasted the taste of ashes in silence. After a long time, he threw the burned cigarette into the boiling sea, raised his head, and repeated softly:
"It shouldn't be like this."
Under the reflection of thunder and lightning, he slowly raised his palm: "The sky should be clear!"
Amidst the roar, a ray of pure white moonlight lit up from the sky.
The moonlight shines, and the music theory of the Silent Moon runs through it, transforming into a flawless moon. The moon wheel moves in the sky, as if opening up the world, smoothing out the fire and thunder, and opening up a quiet night sky in the turmoil.
In the night sky, the stars lit up again, so profound.
Compared with the huge turmoil, the starry sky was so small, yet so firmly shrouded in Guixu, staying in Ye Qingxuan's dream.
"The wind and ocean should return to their original appearance."
Then, the foehn wind of purgatory quietly stopped, the boiling sea water returned to calm, the blue ocean reflected the stars, surrounding Guixu, and a cool wind blew from the sea.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and stared at Guixu: "The earth is stable, carrying the sky on its back."
The turbulent ruins returned to stillness, the collapsed earth healed again, the cracks disappeared, the burning lava quietly condensed, the collapsed palace was finally complete, and the dust was wiped away.
The fierce wind and roar subsided, and the mourning disappeared.
Away from the turmoil and chaos in the outside world, this small dreamland seemed to be separated from reality again, stubbornly denying everything and returning to tranquility and stability.
The earth is stable, the stars are shining, and everything is quiet, singing for the long past and future.
As beautiful as the world should be.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan had an inexplicable illusion.
He seemed to be sleeping in this deep dream, everything was beautiful, but he was clearly awake, standing on the turbulent and collapsed ruins, watching the world slowly move towards purgatory.
Being in two completely different worlds at the same time, so distinct, dream and reality are only combined together with themselves as the link.
At that moment, he finally understood and laughed softly.
"So that's it."
Ye Qingxuan spread his arms and faced the quiet wind in the dream, but breathed in the smell of sulfur and let the ashes burn in his heart.
As his body dimmed and disappeared, the light of ether lit up from his blood, and he entered the ether cycle again.
With the soundless spread of electric light, his destiny chapter broke free from the shackles of the body and expanded rapidly. Countless music theories evolved and multiplied, and in an instant, covered the entire Guixu.
The Nine Heavens Ring flew out from his fingertips, extended forward, and the ladder to heaven was built out of thin air, flying upwards, and instantly disappeared into the far-reaching night sky.
As if it had found a long-lost destination, the ladder did not stop, but continued forward, forward, like a giant tower reaching the sky, breaking through the conventions of the material world, crossing the nine-layer ether sea, and sinking into the depths of the ether world.
And along with the dragon's roar of the strings, a corresponding echo came from the deepest part of the etheric world.
The forgotten land drifting in the higher dimensions was awakened.
Echoing the melody of the Ladder to Heaven, it traveled through endless distances. After sleeping for decades, Ye's scepter finally heard the sound of the Nine Heavens Ring.
The ethereal dream followed the guidance of the ladder, going down without hesitation or hesitation, as if the stars followed the moonlight, regardless of their own collapse and dissipation, going down, down, and down again.
Passing through the sacred city, ignoring the retention of countless bells, passing over the dissipating abyss, crushing the last residue, passing through the phantom of the Great Wall, ignoring the joyful calls in countless beacons.
Under the echo of the ladder, it "crashed" through the last barrier of the etheric world, smashed into the sea of ether, burned, stirred, and cracked, regardless of its own rapid dissipation, and threw it towards Gui Xu's body. location.
Until this moment, Yuan Changqing finally recalled why this breath was so familiar.
"Ye's 'Millennium Dream'..."
He murmured softly and looked at the huge falling scepter with a complicated expression, a profound dream created by the blood of Ye family for hundreds of years.
As if reflecting all the changes in the world, the vicissitudes of life are revealed in the stream of dreams, joys and sorrows circulate in it, life, old age, illness and death are given meaning, and in the end... all things fall asleep in it.
In the core of Guixu, in the crumbling palace, a young man with white hair raised his head, looked up at the fallen thousand-year dream, and raised his palm.
"Let's play it!"
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, waved his hand, and struck the first note:
"—The founding chapter of the future!"
At that moment, the dream from the etheric realm fell into ruins.
There was no roar, no loud noise, and no movement. It was as quiet as if nothing happened, as if it was just a phantom. The huge scepter instantly merged into Ye Qingxuan's dream, causing his dream to expand crazily, expand, expand, and expand again...
It's like the evolution from a mote of dust to the world.
With Guixu as the melting pot, Ye Qingxuan's Chapter of Destiny and Thousand Years of Dreams connected with each other and merged into one silently. Earth-shattering changes sprouted from this silence.
Countless dreams burned, turned into firewood, and merged into Ye Qingxuan's chapter of destiny.
In that wilderness full of tombs, the extinguished lights in front of the tombstones were rekindled, cracks emerged from the tombstones, and then collapsed into dust and disappeared.
But among the lights shining like stars, figures from the past stepped out. Those musicians who passed away in the long past reappeared from my dreams.
Some are old, some are young, some are handsome, some are ugly, some are cold, some are indifferent.
The musicians who placed their souls and future in dreams seemed to be resurrected again.
They stepped forward, nodded to Ye Qingxuan, and entrusted their lifelong dreams to Ye Qingxuan's destiny chapter. Then, they completely dissipated in the flames without leaving any trace.
The nine-sky ring pendant murmurs, playing an elegy for the departed musicians.
The integration of each dream brought about drastic changes. The Chapter of Fate ran like lightning, integrating these inheritances from the past, constantly transforming, collapsing, and reborn.
In the end, it bloomed like a crystal.