For the average musician, the etheric realm is too ethereal. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Most people can't even comprehend the existence of the Aether Realm, and it is difficult to touch the mysterious realm hidden behind the Nine Layers of the Aether Sea, and even in the early days, some people believed that the existence of the 'Aether Realm' was nothing more than an illusion in the musician's senses.

A world where there is no matter, but is made up entirely of ether?

It's just unreasonable.

There's only one world ever, isn't it?

For too long, countless musicians have tried to explain the differences to their students, but few have been able to explain them clearly.

Therefore, it is necessary to keep this false conceptual perception and create a new concept, the 'material world', to explain the world that human beings can glimpse.

At the end of the day, there are so few areas that humans can perceive.

Just as a short man can't see a tall man, a person who lives underground can't imagine a sky overhead, and a bug that only exists in summer can't comprehend the cold of winter.

Human beings are limited by themselves, they can only see seven colors, they only perceive cold and warmth, they can smell no more than a thousand kinds of smells, and the sounds they can hear are limited to the range of the human ear.

Scholars speculate that there are even seventeen or more dimensions in this world, but only three of them are within human reach.

Therefore, musicians are eager to peek into the wider face of the world through the perception of the ether.

This is the misunderstanding of most people, the ether realm is not a space hidden behind 'space', it is not a bubble outside of a bubble, and it is not a world made up of ether.

It's the world in the 'eyes' of the ether.

To put it more accurately, it's 'Aether Vision'.

By incarnating as an extension of the Aether, humanity is able to break free from its own limitations and step into deeper realms, further contact with the reality of the world, and grasp stronger powers.

It's just that this makes sense for musicians above the distortion level.

Only when the aetheric cycle is formed in the body can the body be etherized. 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 invoke higher-level powers.

Even, grasping the 'essence' of a certain existence, and summarizing it as an 'element' in the etheric realm, he has completely reached the inhuman realm.

Because of this, the realm of the master is so mysterious, the temptation of the scepter is so huge, the origin of the natural disaster is so mysterious, and the existence of Dayuan is so attractive to countless musicians to pursue.

But now, when this power is restrained or even controlled by the Wheel of Balance, any Scepter musician will be knocked out of the higher realms, the Aether Realm, and become mortal again, if its users are willing!

Just like the degraded celestial beings in the oriental legends fell into the mortal dust.

Lost endless life, endless power, trapped in a tiny shell again......

That's the horror of the Wheel of Balance!

It is a checkpoint in the Aetheric Sea, guarding the door for musicians to enter the Aether from the material realm.

As long as you master it, no amount of scepter will make any sense. When the etheric realm and the material realm are forcibly separated, all that can be used is the physical mortal fetus, and the power that can be driven is almost pitiful.

At that time, under the volley of ten thousand armies, even the saints may only be able to drink hatred on the spot!

Now, it is not even prompted by anyone, and its mere existence here puts the material and aetheric realms in a forced balance.

Even if it is not completely sealed, within its domain, all the musicians feel that they are wearing heavy shackles, and there is no longer the ease and freehand of the past.

For a moment, everyone felt a shudder.

Immediately after, countless streamers flew through.

When the nature was understood, almost all the masters present flew desperately out of the ruins, and the ruins at this moment were no longer a fragrant bait, but a fatal trouble.

If it is an artifact used for killing, then there will naturally be countless people who will take risks. If it is an artifact used for protection, several huge schools in the world will also fight for it at all costs, as a hole card to protect their own secret realm.

But right now, the power involved in the Wheel of Balance is too terrifying.

It was so terrible that they didn't even dare to interfere anymore.

For a long time, all musicians were treated like gods, but when the Wheel of Balance appeared, it became clear to everyone that that might be about to change.

Its existence is a shackle to musicians.

Whoever gets hold of it will probably be besieged by all the musicians, and no matter what forces try to control it, it will definitely not be tolerated by the whole world.

There are very few people who are qualified to control it, and only by relying on absolute power can it be kept in their hands and turned into their own strength and deterrence, otherwise it will be absolute trouble.

The more they flew, the more they felt the horror, and even after flying hundreds of kilometers away, the power of the Wheel of Balance still faintly affected their power.

The power that comes from the Aether Realm seems to be moving through heavy rubber, difficult to manipulate.

The shackles seemed to loosen up a little.

The masters turned their heads and looked behind them.

A sigh rang out.

A terrifying light rose from the ruins, and hundreds of miles away, the heavy aether fluctuations faintly blackened their eyes, and made them even more glad in their hearts.

If you weren't running fast, I'm afraid it would be hard to run now, right?

"Finally ...... begun"

Many masters glanced at each other, and their hearts were heavy and breathless in the terrifying loud noises that continued to burst out.

"Since you can escape your life, don't think about it too much. A master shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a good thing to survive." ”

But for some reason, his voice suddenly became sharper, like Youling.

He froze, and then noticed the other people's gaze.

Shocked, stunned, and...... Fear?

"How do you ...... Done?"

The master asked blankly, but before he could finish speaking, his flesh twitched strangely, and his old face quickly dissolved, like a ball of clay that had been kneaded and reshaped.

Wisps of gray mist seeped through his pores, enveloping him.

The gray hair turned pitch black, and the wrinkles disappeared.

Rejuvenate.

But this did not make him overjoyed, but fell into despair from the bottom of his heart, and screamed, and when the screaming stopped abruptly, his face rose again, and his face was completely different from the previous one.

- Paganini!

The frightened, stunned, stunned faces froze.

Soon, the same convulsions began to spread like a contagion, and the screams began one after another, and then ended in an instant. By the time the silence came, everyone's faces had become the same.

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Infect...... The terrible contagion is spreading wildly for thousands of miles.

At the moment when the wheel of balance appeared, the musicians who had entered the ruins, or even approached the ruins, were dominated by the strange sound of the violin, and the strange music theory planted in their bodies took root and germinated, replacing all forces from the inside out......

In a short instant, the contagion spread to the point of terror.

Even the dozen or so masters who were planted by Ye Qingxuan with purification music theory and signed the deed of sale by the referee were involved. Even if the lock of purification in the body explodes in an instant, the infected 'affected area' is completely blocked, and the incineration of destruction begins.

The entire Monarch was filled with the stench of burning.

The flames that can completely burn ordinary people are not enough to kill them, but the pain of being ignited from the inside out is enough to break people.

What's even more terrifying is that the 'lesions' are born with the destruction of the disease, as if they have taken root, and they are completely integrated with their fateful chapter, which is difficult to eradicate.

With nothing to do, Mabel could only manipulate Long Wei to forcibly seal them and freeze them completely. Although it does not die, it is difficult to live.

Even with all the preparations, Paganini's horror was far beyond everyone's expectations.

Not only within the scope of the ruins, but even outside the ruins, countless musicians have been completely transformed in the wail. I don't know when Paganini planted the music theory of transformation for them, turning them into carriers. And before the 'onset of the disease', the mutation in their bodies had already known how many people had been infected.

The teachers of the academy were dissolved with their disciples, and the elders and students of the academy fell together......

The plague, the terrible plague is spreading!

"It's ...... Four Horsemen!"

Through the lens of time standing still, the old musician looked in horror at the 'dark spots' that appeared in his scepter, and finally understood why his defenses were not working.

The only one who can transform the Mutation Music Theory into a virus and spread it like a plague is the Four Horsemen of the Hundred Eyes - the Lord of Plague and Pain!

Just like when he dragged half of the Holy City under his nose to fall, even if the Abyss Sage was so defensive of him, he still quietly eroded one of the Four Horsemen and integrated it into his scepter.

"Simple, isn't it?"

A soft voice sounded in his ears: "It looks difficult, but as long as you 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 rode on a green horse.

He didn't get close, just stared at him from afar, causing the dark spots on his body to spread rapidly. At this moment, the old musician was in a trance, and even felt that he was splitting into two.

A self is rapidly declining, suffering in this still time.

The other self awoke from the darkness, growing rapidly, growing deformed with joy, greedily devouring what was left of reason, wanting to throw himself into Paganini's scepter.

The old musician raised his hand in despair and pressed it to his forehead, wanting to kill himself.

He couldn't live like this, he had too many Asgardian secrets in his head, too many Asgardian dossiers, and even the blueprints of Hercules, the most powerful force on land, the giant armor.

Even a tenth of that outflow would be enough to devastate Asgard.

Thankfully, in order to protect the information, he had set up predetermined instructions in his scepter, and with a light activation, everything would disappear.

Including himself.

At that moment, sensing his crisis, the god's single eye burst into thunderous light.

"Bold!"

An endless torrent of thunder poured into the lens, the divinity transformed, and Odin's phantom loomed, delivering a devastating blow towards Paganini.

The elements are turbulent.

Paganini's face cracked.

This is the accumulation of Asgard over thousands of years, the crystallization of the wisdom of musicians throughout the ages, and in terms of pure destructive power, no natural disaster can match Odin.

"Your Highness, don't come ......"

It was clear that he was about to be saved, but the old musician's eyes did not show any joy, but became more and more afraid.

- His target is you!

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In the frozen time, no one can tell how long has passed.

No matter how long it takes, it's just a moment.

And in the next instant, the lens broke.

The Second Emperor rose to the sky, standing high on the throne of thunder, incarnated as Odin, and waved his hand to shed countless thunderbolts of destruction.

The divinity in the left eye burns vigorously and the majesty is inviolable.

And the originally empty right eye lit up with a strange light......