The desolate land is flat. When you step on it, you can feel countless dust rising from the ground and falling slowly, as if it is sinking to the bottom of water.
The dust seemed to be mixed with iron filings, with a metallic sparkle.
Gray and silver were mixed together, extending into the distance.
Apart from that, there was no life and no sign of anyone.
The riverbed dried up, the mountains collapsed, and all life seemed to be drained out in an instant. Only the fluid-like ether in the air reminded Ye Qingxuan where he was.
When he raised his head, he could see the giant tree of light rising into the sky in the center of the distant earth. Its countless magnificent branches pierced the sky, spreading blazing light streams.
And its root system is hidden under the earth, absorbing the unimaginable power of mankind, lying in wait for thousands of miles. Occasionally, branches like air roots extend out from the soil, forming huge thorns tens of millions of meters long.
Fluorescent thorns floated above the ground, grew meanderingly, and climbed on the silver-gray ground. Sometimes they formed a scene like a dense forest, sometimes like a grassland with no end in sight.
There are flowers among the thorns.
The crystals formed by the high-density ether are adsorbed on the veins of thorns, like flowers made of silver, with thousands of petals unfolding, reflecting the beautiful and alluring light.
"If I had known you were so artistic, I would have saved up enough money to send you to an art college."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and stroked the edge of the petals, letting the rust color spread on his fingertips, and finally peeled off in vain and fell into the dust.
If I had foreseen it at that time, all of this wouldn't have come to this, right
Maybe he can save something.
At least…
"Little Ye Zi, you are here."
A familiar voice sounded, from behind Ye Qingxuan, the tone was calm and quiet, as if he was smiling.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw the person standing in the dust of the vast desert.
It seems to be the only life that exists in this desolate world.
He was wearing a white robe, walking barefoot on the ground, with a smile on his chiseled face, but that smile was definitely not the kind of joy that Ye Qingxuan was familiar with.
But as peaceful as the ocean.
Face all things with compassion.
"Long time no see, Ciel."
After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan spoke up, continuing the greetings he used when old friends reunited: "What have you been busy with lately?"
"many things."
Charles thought about it and laughed: "Sometimes I feel really busy, but after finishing it, I still feel a sense of accomplishment. I didn't go to art school, but I feel very comfortable when practicing. Maybe, I am The kind that’s self-taught, right?”
He turned around and waved to Ye Qingxuan, eager to show off his new discovery:
"I'll take you to see it, come with me."
Subconsciously, follow his direction and take a step.
It was as if I had finally passed through the thick deep sea and arrived on land. The heavy suffocating feeling disappeared and was replaced by the fresh wind blowing from the distance.
The wind carries the fragrance of flowers.
Lush new green sprouted from both sides of the path, interspersed with a few unknown wild flowers, and frogs jumped among the grass, chirping softly, and jumped into someone not far away.
Cruise through crystal clear lakes.
Soon it was obscured by fallen branches. There were abundant fruits on the branches, and the ripe apples fell from the branches and fell in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan bent down to pick it up, but a dark shadow jumped out of the bushes at an angle and ran past. When he passed by, he lowered his head and picked up the apple from the ground, then bit the apple in his mouth.
Then, ran away.
Only a pair of huge antlers could be seen looming in the forest.
Ye Qingxuan caught it empty-handedly, but couldn't help but reach out again to touch the soil on the ground. The soil was picked up from the ground with his fingers, and then, the fertile black soil fell from his fingertips.
Finely chopped grass seeds can be vaguely seen.
The cry of cattle came from the distance. Ye Qingxuan pushed aside the grass and saw the cultivated farmland in the distance, as well as the cattle stopped in the middle, dragging a broken plow next to it.
Several farmers gathered together, smoking cigarettes and scratching their broken plowshares. Until Charles picked up the plowshare and patted the dust on it, he said something to those people. After hearing this, the farmer ran away with the plowshare in his hands.
Charles turned around and saw Ye Qingxuan in the distance. He waved to him and motioned for him to come closer.
The sound of water flowing became clearer.
You can vaguely see the rushing river at the foot of the mountain in the distance, as well as villages, which are connected together by roads, with galloping horses galloping on the roads, dragging heavy carriages.
Even further away, Ye Qingxuan could vaguely see the outline of rain clouds.
Rain fell from the sky in thin sheets, covering the earth.
After Ye Qingxuan walked over, the farmers had already walked away with their cattle.
"Wooden plowshares are indeed too easy to break, but someone just told me that an open-pit iron mine was discovered nearby. I plan to teach them to build an iron-making furnace here. It happened that the charcoal kiln had been burned two days ago. It’s built, there are a lot of trees nearby, and there’s nothing missing.”
Charles patted the dust on his hands and smiled at Ye Qingxuan: "How is it, not bad?"
"This is where?"
Ye Qingxuan looked around at the scene around him and couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.
"A peaceful and stable world." Charles spread his hands and happily showed his work to his close friends: "Compared to the 'Kingdom of Heaven', I prefer the 'Paradise on Earth'."
This is... Eden
Ye Qingxuan couldn't believe it.
It wasn't until Charles admitted it himself that he finally discovered that it was not his illusion.
So easily, he reached the deepest part of the ethereal world that was isolated by layers, and entered the hinterland that everyone dreamed of entering.
There is also a black box hanging on his body that can destroy this place.
Ye Qingxuan subconsciously pressed his waist.
The cold touch of steel came from the palm of my hand.
So reassuring.
As long as he wants, he can destroy this place at any time.
Burn everything to the ground.
But Charles didn't seem to notice anything. He just held his hand and walked in front: "This is just the bottom. Follow me. There are more ahead."
They passed through clear streams, across rivers of milk and honey, and in the distance there was a lake filled with the sweet aroma of wine. The drunken elk lay and rolled in the grass.
Arriving at a huge city with huge crowds of people.
Countless people were walking shoulder to shoulder in the market, and the sounds of hawking could be heard from both sides of the street. A girl ran past with two children on the street, bumping into many people, and bursting into laughter.
They walked away playfully.
In the center of the city, in the city hall, men in gray robes spoke loudly and eloquently on the podium, waving their hands and discussing obscure and profound philosophies.
About death, about sex, about people, about everything in the world.
They argued with each other, convinced each other, or parted on bad terms.
Stonemasons recorded their eloquent gestures, carving outlines out of white plaster. In the square in front of the city hall, there are already many round and gorgeous statues standing there.
There are old people, women covered in gauze with large areas of skin on their breasts, and sexy young men.
Under those statues, young people sat together in twos and threes, bringing wine and bread, laughing and talking to each other.
Ye Qingxuan was so distracted that he didn't pay attention to the road ahead and almost hit something.
The dog that was kicked by him screamed at him, bared its teeth, and then was bent down and picked up by a little girl. It stopped barking and buried its head in her arms tamely, with its tail wagging.
"You scared it." The little girl looked at him.
"Sorry, I'm not..."
Ye Qingxuan apologized subconsciously, but midway through his words, he discovered something and was stunned when he looked at the little girl in front of him.
The girl grinned at him, showing her chipped front teeth.
Turn around and run away.
Ye Qingxuan was left standing there, silent, and said no more.
He just followed Ciel, walked through the city, and continued forward, admiring the seemingly endless world, as if every outline and detail was perfect.
Until finally, in the early twilight, they once again returned to the original foot of the mountain, looking at the stars and lights in the distance.
The river of stars flows through the night sky, shedding bright light.
"It's so peaceful."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Well, there's no pain or harm either."
Ciel sat on the ground and stared into the distance: "They can live for themselves, without oppression and plunder, and can freely give their lives meaning."
Just looking at the countless lights, he smiled with satisfaction.
As if he had gained happiness.
"So, you just keep them like this? Just like pets, they live without worries about food and clothing..."
Ye Qingxuan's tone could not tell whether it was appreciation or ridicule:
"I must say you did a good job."
"At least this way they won't hurt themselves, right? And they won't hurt anyone else."
"Yes, dead people will not hurt others."
Ye Qingxuan's eyes gradually became silent. Recalling the little girl who smiled at him during the day, the corners of his eyes seemed to be stung and he twitched slightly:
"That's why you intercepted them from the underworld and kept them here, right?"
He asked, "You molded the dolls out of clay, breathed on them, filled the clay with past memories, set the roles for them, and let them perform a peaceful life in your paradise. But it doesn’t change one thing—they’re all dead.”
"I can keep them alive."
Ciel looked at him calmly and answered truthfully, declaring the truth: "Now I can let anyone live."
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
No more words were spoken.
"Long time no see, Mr. Ye."
Not far away, someone waved.
The musician in white clothes stood under the moonlight and smiled at Ye Qingxuan, "You look really majestic now."
I don’t know how much sincerity is contained in that smile.
But the person who spoke made Ye Qingxuan unable to react.
"Paganini?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head: "A guy like you didn't have time to run away?"
Paganini just shrugged and said nothing. Instead, Charles explained to him:
"He volunteered to stay here and help me run the place."
"Regardless of the success or failure of the Paradise, there must be someone to witness it all, right?"
Paganini's expression was calm, and he talked about his plans without shying away from Charles. Then he nodded and said goodbye: "Then, there are still some trivial matters that need to be sorted out. Allow me to take my leave."
He turned around calmly and disappeared into the distance.
"Looking at the god up close, you really found a good job for him."
Ye Qingxuan looked away from a distance and looked at Charles: "So, where is Wolf Flute? Where is he hiding to give me a surprise?"
"he died."
Ciel replied.
Ye Qingxuan's fingers curled up subconsciously.
"At first I was ready to let him go, but once he knew what I was going to do, he challenged me."
Ciel shook his head regretfully: "Perhaps he is the same person as Gaius? They both have too heavy a sense of responsibility for all this, leaving me with no choice."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and asked softly: "Did he lose?"
"No, he won."
Ciel raised his palm and showed the narrow and delicate gap in his palm: "He touched me."
That's the scar left by the wolf whistle.
After sacrificing everything, paying all the price, using all the wisdom, just scratching the skin.
It was a shallow layer, and no blood was even seen.
If Ciel hadn't deliberately kept it, there wouldn't even be any trace left.
"According to our agreement, within fifteen days, the paradise will be limited to the Caucasus, no matter what happens outside. This is what Wolf Flute has done for this world, and I also hope that you and the people outside can know it."
Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly, feeling a little tired.
"Can I smoke?" he asked.
"random."
Ye Qingxuan lit his cigarette, polluting the fresh air in the paradise and leaving behind human pollution. After dispersing the smoke in front of him, he looked around:
"After seeing so much, where is your home?" he asked, "Aren't you going to let me visit?"
Ciel said nothing.
In the brief silence, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.
It was as if he understood Ciel's answer.
"Is that so?"
He laughed so much that he choked on the cigarette, couldn't help but want to cough, and could hardly speak: "I created such a magnificent paradise, but I have no place for myself... Charles, are you telling a joke?" "
Such a huge paradise, an unprecedented paradise, the Kingdom of Heaven has come to the earth, and everyone seems to be able to obtain peace and joy.
But in this huge heaven, there is no place for gods.
Day and night like this, I wandered like a ghost in the paradise, looking at countless peaceful and happy lives from a distance.
The creator of the promised land has no place in it.
It's like a joke...
"maybe."
Ciel's expression remained calm, just staring at him: "I don't need that kind of thing anymore."
"So, where's the teacher?"
Ye Qingxuan pressed forward step by step, trying to tear a crack in his calm disguise: "Let me see where you placed the teacher. Is it exquisitely decorated, like an exquisite tomb?"
The expected anger did not come.
Ciel's face was still filled with a heart-stopping silence.
He looked at Ye Qingxuan and asked in confusion:
"What teacher?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
Frozen in place.
Unable to move.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold.
The coldness shot through his bones, almost freezing him to death.
It was only now that he realized what a stupid mistake he had made.
He always thought that Ciel was pretending to be calm, deliberately isolating all human emotions, pretending to be a god and overlooking everything.
As long as this calmness and indifference are broken, he can find Ciel's flaw.
As long as he saw Ciel's anger, he could find Ciel's weakness as a human being.
But now, he suddenly realized: How wrong he was!
After separating everything that he once was as a human being, how many memories of the past does Ciel still retain today
Even Abraham's existence has been abandoned by him.
Who is the person standing in front of him now
"What's wrong?"
Charles asked: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"nothing."
Ye Qingxuan said, "Just think that I remembered it wrong."
He forced a smile and tried his best to do so.
That smile was so ugly that even I couldn't stand it.
At the end, he lowered his head and put out the cigarette.
"Char..."
"Um?"
The moment Ciel turned back, the sword of the New Testament slashed down without warning, heading towards his head.
In an instant, almost the entire weight of the sacred cauldron rested on it, and the violent gravity emitted by the magnificent system that penetrated the entire etheric realm set off a hurricane in the paradise.
The blazing blade was like a scorching sun, tearing apart the entire night and igniting all darkness.
In the fierce light, Ye Qingxuan looked at his friend in front of him.
Finally, the purpose of coming was revealed.
"I'm here to kill you."
collapse!
Violent shocks came from the sword blade, as if it hit something unbreakable head-on. From the countless branches to the main trunk, countless music theories shook endlessly, glowing with painful whines.
The chopping blade suddenly stopped.
Standing in front of an outstretched hand.
It was only a hair away from the wound left by the wolf whistle.
In this case, it seemed that there was an abyss across the sky, and no matter how Ye Qingxuan mobilized his power, he could not make any progress.
That's it.
It wasn't until the light went out that Charles lowered his head and sighed softly:
"I thought you would persuade me first."
"Well, according to the predetermined plan, it should be like this." Ye Qingxuan nodded and admitted: "But I thought about it and decided to put myself in my shoes: If you were the one to persuade me, would I stop?"
"So, what's the answer?"
"I think probably not."
Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of the sword and stared into Ciel's eyes: "So, instead of wasting time, why not directly enter the sneak attack plot that everyone is familiar with?"
Even though the swords were now drawn together, there was still no anger or sadness in those eyes.
Just peace.
An unshakable calm.
"There's one thing I'm curious about."
Charles asked softly: "I know that my existence is a trouble that many people have to deal with, but I don't think they can move you. Although when you came here, I knew what you wanted to do What, but no matter what, I can’t figure it out…”
"Little Ye Zi, do you have any special reason to kill me?"
"of course not."
This is Ye Qingxuan's answer: "I thought a lot along the way, but actually... there is no reason why I have to kill you... Just now I was thinking, maybe you will be a qualified and selfless person like this." God. Believe me, I mean this from the bottom of my heart."
"Then why..."
"But compared to the paradise you created now—"
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, unable to bear the pain in his heart any longer:
"—What I would rather see here is hell!"
At that moment, the projection of the etheric network emerged from behind him, and the music theory of the new world emerged from the outline of the sacred cauldron. Thousands of movements extracted endless ether, rising into the sky like stars, turning into torrents, towards Ciel swept away.
The terrifying high temperature burst out in an instant, burning the entire mountain red. Countless lava was swept by the hurricane and spewed out in all directions.
In the dazzling high-temperature foehn wind, animals turned to ashes in an instant, the stream evaporated, revealing a dry river bed, milk and honey condensed into lumps, burned into black charcoal, the lake of wine was ignited, and the burning fire Extend into the distance.
In the hands of Ye Qingxuan, the paradise was burned to the ground.
Wails sounded from afar, and the sound of crying resounded, filling the whole world again.
"do not be afraid."
A gentle voice rings in the ears of everyone who cries: "It will be over soon, a peaceful and peaceful life will come again, and salvation never leaves. Therefore, there is no need to endure. If you are in pain, cry loudly. If you are desperate, roar. Scream. These are but insignificant memories of the promised land you will receive."
In the earth fire lava, a barefoot figure emerged, walking on the fire. Wherever it passed, all the flames and pain dissipated without a trace. The clear stream gushes out from the river bed and meanders along.
People who were burning could stop crying. Even though they were not healed, they no longer felt the pain. Just bathe in the light of God, say goodbye to your family softly, and close your eyes with a smile.
Welcome death calmly.
The promised land returns.
Everything is peaceful and peaceful like heaven.
It's obviously heaven, it's so beautiful...
But it made Ye Qingxuan extremely dazzling.
Maybe everything is true, maybe the paradise has really come to this world, but just looking at it, Ye Qingxuan was already so angry that he couldn't restrain himself.
If this was hell...
What if Ciel created hell.
Maybe I can feel his pain, maybe I can...
However, Ye Qingxuan did not see any fire or anger remaining here.
All man's original sin has been abandoned outside the realm of God.
This is the paradise on earth.
Truly a perfect kingdom of heaven.
Maybe Ciel will be a qualified and just god, maybe there is nothing wrong with having this world controlled by Ciel, maybe after the old world is destroyed, mankind can usher in happiness or redemption.
But it doesn't matter.
What Ye Qingxuan wanted was never that kind of thing!
Compared to what was sacrificed, the so-called redemption was nothing.
"Why can you still laugh, Ciel?"
Ye Qingxuan asked hoarsely. Just staring at his face, he couldn't help but want to roar: "Including the teacher, how many memories have you given up?"
He was answered with a sympathetic smile.
It was as if he were truly a god, far away from the human world, looking down at the suffering in the world and spreading compassion.
Let go of anger and find peace.
Stay away from sadness and gain joy.
Rejected suffering and ushered in salvation.
But, Ciel...
If you give up your hatred, what will you become
"You haven't sacrificed enough, Ciel!"
"How much do you want to destroy yourself before you give up!"
Ye Qingxuan's expression was distorted in anger. He stared at the smiling Son of God in front of him, unable to bear the pain that burst in his heart: "You just...want to become a god!"
At that moment, prompted by anger and pain, the sword of the New Testament burst out with a cracking cry.
Countless cracks emerged from it.
The weapon that Ye Qingxuan had spent all his strength forging could no longer withstand Ye Qingxuan's full force. Even the World Tree Matrix could not contain the violent music theory.
The terrifying impact of countless suns bursting out from it, all the time.
Until the Sword of the New Testament completely disintegrated, causing the steel to turn into a magnificent stream of light that was too hot to be looked at directly in the wash of ether. Pure power came into Ye Qingxuan's hands and slashed forward!
Toward the gods!
The vast flow of light and the power of the gods collided together, bursting out chaotic torrents from each other, making the entire etheric world tremble.
But Ciel's expression remained unchanged.
Not even any counterattack.
Just under the huge flow of angry light, protecting the paradise behind him and protecting the fragile world.
Just looking at Ye Qingxuan who was very close at hand.
Eyes of pity.
It causes all destruction and disintegration, and all power loses its meaning.
Ye Qingxuan almost shed tears from exhaustion.
"Don't you have any hatred at all?" He looked at the gods in front of him and almost prayed: "Take your pain, Ciel, and go take revenge and create hell!"
"At least this way... you are still you!"
"hell?"
Charles shook his head in disappointment: "Haven't you seen enough of that kind of thing outside?"
He stretched out his hand and grasped the terrifying light that was slashing towards him.
Fingers folded.
He allowed the out-of-control power to burn his palms, but it was difficult to leave any scars on that palm.
Until finally, completely dissipated.
All in vain.
"Little Ye Zi, I have never wanted to take revenge on anyone."
Ye Qingxuan heard Charles's calm voice: "Because revenge never means anything."
"I told you long ago: I want to end this forever."
In the silence, the gods stood in front of the paradise, staring at humans: "I will overthrow that cruel and cold world, let paradise cover everything, and save everyone."
At that moment, the paradise shook.
A majestic song sounded from the deepest part of the etheric realm.
During the observation, the silent Eden lit up with a divine glow that seemed to last forever.
On the desolate land of the Caucasus, the huge tree of light burst out and roared, and after ten days of silence, it began to grow again.
Towards heaven and earth, towards the distance, towards the whole world.
Countless thorn-like roots pierce the earth's crust, take root, and then spread outward from the soil, digging up the earth, shaking mountains and rivers, and extracting the breath of all living creatures.
In an instant, it expanded several times.
Wherever he passed, everything fell into silence.
Between heaven and earth there is only the majestic melody of the growth of paradise.
Under the pull of Paradise, the etheric sea completely evaporated, and the etheric world and the material world have been forcibly merged together. It's like an invisible hand forcibly pulling two parallel lines together and tightening them.
In the great upheaval, heaven and earth fell apart.
But in the horrific disaster, no whining or crying sounds could be heard.
On the land covered by thorns, all human beings disintegrated like dust in an instant and merged into the thorns. After losing his body, he stayed away from all the tortures of the world and came to the paradise of the world.
Redemption, spread throughout the world.
"Finally, has it started?"
In the turbulent ice sea and on the broken ice floe, Bach lit his last tobacco and stared silently at the kingdom of God.
After losing the support of the Blue King's music theory, he was not even comparable to an ordinary musician at this moment, and it was already difficult to maintain a false heart beat.
But now, his pupils are shining, as if his soul is burning, resisting death.
At least, please let me see the final outcome...