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"It's time to start, right?"

The silent musician, smoking a cigarette, stood outside the hall and looked back at the silent central nave.

In the low roar of steel friction, the iron wall slowly unfolded, the gears spun around, the pivot unfolded, and layers of steel machinery tumbled out of it, extending into the sky.

Like a sleeping giant, he slowly got up and stretched out his palm to the sky.

The rail pole machine is warmed up, and the red-hot water vapor rushes through the brass pipes, sending out a low whistling of the storm.

The sound bolt was adjusted, the six-layer keyboard was unfolded, and 2,400 sound pipes protruded from the wall, piercing into the sky, swallowing the atmosphere and brewing a loud and powerful sound.

In the next moment, the hymn sounded.

The chants sang in unison, the sacred melody spread through the air, and the organ roared with the simultaneous efforts of the six musicians, as if to carry the solemn tune into heaven.

The red-hot water vapor diffuses in the sky, reflecting the brilliant light of the rainbow.

And in the central sanctuary, there was silence except for the solemn melody.

All the spectators sat quietly in their seats, staring intently at the huge matrix,

Ye Qingxuan stood in the last row of the aisle, his eyes narrowed.

A ray of light fell from above the dome and fell on Samuel's body.

He sat upright in the alchemy matrix, letting the hot copper nails pierce into his bones one by one, connecting to the blood vessels, and the blood flowed out of the slender copper nails, merging into the mercury, spreading rapidly.

He became one with the entire alchemy matrix.

In a trance, something spread out in the gray-haired old man's body, and it flowed into the entire alchemy matrix along countless cables, connecting to the central sanctuary, connecting himself to the entire Holy Resurrection Cathedral.

At this moment, the entire huge church has become his shell, sharing the huge pressure with him.

Samuel took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Behind him, beside the massive organ, six musicians warming up the organ were shaken open by the tremendous pressure.

The massive organ of six floors trembled, and under Samuel's control, let out a deafening roar, and a frenzied torrent of aether gushed out of it, sweeping in all directions.

But under the constraints of music theory, they converge together, stirring in every inch of air, following music theory, evolving towards the end.

The huge alchemy matrix is expanding, absorbing the torrent of ether, and a huge chapter of fate slowly rises from it.

At this moment, the original void chapter of fate was finally able to materialize.

In the flow of countless notes, the intervals are combined, the music theory is constructed, and finally, it is transformed into a huge and brilliant three-dimensional movement. The countless notes vibrated one after another, and the ripples converged, setting off a solemn and cold melody.

It's like a brutal melody echoing in a dark church in the long night.

The cold melody of the sen, devoid of tenderness and compassion, stirred, called on the ether, distorted the laws, and tore reality apart.

As a result, on top of the huge matrix, a poignant hole suddenly appeared!

The sea of aether of nothingness transforms into reality and flows out of it.

The Sea of Aether, manifest!

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously held his breath, his eyes widened, greedily sensing the aura that spread out in it, and the interpretation method was running at a high speed,

"Here we go. ”

Rumble!

In the high-pitched melody of the organ, the chapter of fate vibrates, and the cold melody vibrates, causing the sea of ether to change rapidly.

Samuel is 'falling'.

Towards the depths of the Aetheric Sea...... Bottom ......

Eventually, the boiling silver light suddenly dissipated. It's as if an invisible wall has been shattered!

He has entered the Aether Realm!

At that moment, everyone couldn't help but sit up straight, leaned forward, and looked at the realm around Samuel. It is the realm of the ether where there is no substance, only in theory and philosophy, and even in the realm of miracles that are difficult to describe.

Some scholars believe that it is the lowest level of the material world, the cornerstone of the world, on which everything in the world is built.

Some people believe that this is the most realistic appearance of the material world, but the human eye and senses cannot detect things beyond the senses, just as they cannot depict colors that cannot be observed with the naked eye, so they can only rely on the ether to observe from the side.

The priests say that this is the place of the soul, the ocean of the soul of all beings.

Explorers believe that it is the birthplace of all mysteries, the place where the truth is buried.

Countless musicians are willing to pay whatever it takes, just to get a glimpse of what that realm looks like.

Now, Samuel has finally broken down the wall between the physical and aetheric realms and opened up a whole new realm of his own.

Everything is blank here, waiting for Samuel to create.

To those who don't understand music theory, it's empty, nothing happens.

But in the musicians' aetheric senses, it's a different story.

Each of them observed different patterns through different music theories and heart sounds.

Some people see the original darkness of the universe, and the huge and vast starry sky is brewing out of the darkness and is about to erupt. Some people saw the elemental upheaval, earth, water, fire, and wind boiling in the chaos cauldron......

What Ye Qingxuan saw through that void was a dead and silent cemetery hanging high in the distance—it was Ye's lost scepter in the ether realm—and under the guidance of the Nine Heavens Ring, he once again observed the ethereal and ethereal world.

Then, in the next moment, nothingness opened up.

In that blank space, the 'elements' composed of different music theories slowly emerge.

First of all, there is 'blood'.

A wisp of crimson blood wafted out of Samuel's shell.

Under the interpretation of music theory and melody, the existence of the 'primordial blood' is inscribed in the etheric realm. Immediately after that, the rigorous music theory is written, and an endless number of movements unfold from it.

In an instant, the masters present let out a sound of amazement.

No one has ever completed the first step so smoothly, and after so many years of accumulation, it seems that Samuel has devoted his life to the 'original blood'.

Immediately after that, the movement expands, and then the 'inheritance' element is limited. Based on the original blood, the music theory is passed on and the road to the future is opened.

In the running of clouds and water, until the end, countless magnificent movements converge.

In the midst of the jaw-dropping, violent Aether fluctuations, the superior elements representing 'life' converge successfully. In an instant, the old Master Samuel suddenly stepped aside.

It's like turning back time.

Hua Hair turned pitch black, wrinkles disappeared, and cloudy eyes were sharp again.

In an instant, sitting on the throne was no longer the old musician, but a handsome and cold young nobleman. His lips were bright red like blood, and his eyes seemed to carry some kind of magic, which was shocking.

The chapter of fate has reached its climax.

In the gorgeous melody, the legend of the 'Blood' has been created and has been completely written into the etheric realm, and with the complete transformation of Master Samuel into the first blood musician of all time, the condensation of the scepter has reached the most critical moment.

In the vague shadow of the etheric realm, something magnificent suddenly emerged.

In a trance, Ye Qingxuan seemed to see a huge whirlpool. The dark vortex seems to come from the deepest part of the world, pulling everything into it at all times.

But in the next moment, he saw a round of radiant scorching sun, the scorching sun was brilliant, spreading endless light and heat.

The two contradictory senses were combined at this time, like two sides of the same body, constantly switching, but the observer's reason was greatly impacted.

It's as if a certain concept is constantly being rewritten, and the headache is splitting.

Ye Qingxuan's face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The wolf flute stretched out his hand and pressed it on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, and the terrible sound of the wolf howl suddenly exploded in Ye Qingxuan's heart. The bestiality of the Phantom Wolf entered his consciousness and forcibly interrupted the observation.

"Don't look!"

The wolf flute whispered, "That's the projection of the Great Source. If you don't have the attainments yourself, it will be harmful to you if you see too much. ”

Ye Qingxuan came to his senses, sweating profusely, and gasping violently.

Even if he deliberately didn't look at it with his eyes, he could feel that the huge projection descended from the depths of the etheric realm, gathered here, and merged into the element.

In the end, the majestic chapter of fate was transformed into some kind of magnificent miracle crystal.

The music theory collapsed suddenly, and the whole movement condensed into substance, like a scarlet gem that shone with a brilliant light.

- That's Samuel's scepter!

The scepter is condensed!

All of them let out a voice of relief and whispered praise: from this day forward, there will be one more scepter in the holy city, and one more saint in the world.

I just don't know which saint's name and artifact will be canonized to him by the Saint Canonization Office?

Just as everyone was thinking, a terrible scream suddenly sounded.

In the alchemy matrix, the blood-colored mercury matrix immediately boiled, vaporized, and rose.

Between the layers of pipes, Samuel let out a sharp roar, as if blood was boiling, and cyan veins emerged from his pale face, hideous and ugly.

Collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse!

In a series of loud shattering sounds, copper nails ejected from his body one by one, and the hot blood filled the air, carrying a rancid smell.

It was obvious that the scepter was integrated into the body, but Samuel seemed to be pierced by countless sharp blades, struggling in pain and convulsing.

An extremely thick blood-colored light erupted from his shell, transforming into a scarlet pillar of light that pierced the dome and soared into the sky.

When Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sluggishness, he only felt the coldness like falling into an ice cave.

Even he could see that on the scepter that had just been created, countless music theories were struggling violently, like strong acids and strong alkalis being poured into the same cauldron, strangling each other, and about to collapse!

"Something went wrong!" (To be continued.) )