In the roar, Ye Qingxuan lay in the ruins, looking up at the turbulent sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blazing light came and went, and it was obviously enough to burn the world into purgatory, gathered in one place, but it made people feel beautiful, and the colors were beating 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, washed on the sand, stepped barefoot on the gravel, and small crabs came out of the bunker, crawled over the instep, and carried into the puddle.

The familiar smell of seawater was in the air.

The clear blue sky is reflected in the sea.

Ye Qingxuan sat silently on the beach, watching the quiet waves surging and rushing onto the beach, the wind blowing from afar, with a fresh breath, blowing on the ruined palace.

There is no strife.

There was no fighting.

No ambitions.

There is also no such thing as ambition and future.

In the quiet decay, there is only one eternal loneliness and beauty.

After a long time, it dawned on him.

"Is this my dream?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed softly, rubbing his forehead embarrassedly: "I didn't expect that I still like self-deception so much......"

He looked up, looked up at the sky, and raised his voice:

"This world, that's not like this, is it?"

A roar came from afar.

The smell of the wind has changed.

"The world has never been so quiet and gentle. ”

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the tide, walked along the beach, and said to himself: "The sky is not such a color. ”

Then the blue sky broke, and the light of the battle emerged from behind the cracks, as if the doors of purgatory had been opened, and the flames burned the clouds as if they had set iron on fire. The white clouds were blackened by ink, and when they rubbed against each other, they burst into the high-pitched sound of steel colliding.

The silence was torn apart.

"The wind doesn't smell like that. ”

The breeze stopped, and then the foehn of purgatory blew from the fire, and the wind with a pungent smell of sulfur was dyed yellow, and when it blew on the face, it made the eyes tingle and make me want to cry.

"The sea is not such a temperature. ”

And so, the clear water boiled, and there was a foul smell, and the white foam with a fishy smell surged between the reefs, like a boiling spring under the earth's crust, pure and pure, overflowing with the smell of rotting corpses, and the smell of blood was pungent.

"The earth is in turmoil. ”

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly, turned around, and saw that the decadent and quiet palace complex collapsed in the shock of the island, cracks emerged from the stone road, and the lava of purgatory gushed out from under the earth's crust, dyeing it blood red little by little.

"The stars have been extinguished. ”

So, when the light fell, it broke through the clouds, ignited the air, fell into the sea with its long tail, set off a thousand tides, and fell to the ground, leaving a tragic scar.

It's like a cruel child scribbling on top of a masterpiece with red paint.

Everything has changed beyond recognition.

But that's not even the case.

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, nodded and said, "There should be a wailing." ”

The roar was like a collision of countless thunderbolts, and the gale roared, and countless desperate souls seemed to emerge from the wind, crying softly, mourning the death of everything.

Ye Qingxuan stood between the sea and the sky, looking up at the world.

Beneath the burning sky, the sea was blood-red, the cracked islands were filled with lava, the stars fell, the foehn blew, and the cries and wails rang out one after another, and then dissipated into the air like an illusion.

Everything is like a nightmare from purgatory.

"This is the real world. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his creation with satisfaction, so detailed and real, truly presenting its original appearance.

But he couldn't laugh, he just felt tired.

After bidding farewell to hypocrisy, his dreams are finally completely the same as this world. But he couldn't tell if he was awake or in a dream.

"The world isn't supposed to be like this, is it?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and took out the cigarette roll that did not exist here from the empty pocket, and after lighting it, he smelled the fragrance of tobacco burning. The ashes rolled in their guts, bringing with them a familiar sting.

He could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.

The reality is absurd like a nightmare, but the dream is cruelly like this reality.

No one responded.

Only the roar from the sky was heard, and the crowt roared from the foehn wind.

Ye Qingxuan tasted the taste of ashes in silence, and for a long time, he threw the burned cigarette roll into the boiling sea, raised his head, and repeated softly:

"It shouldn't be like this. ”

In the reflection of thunder and lightning, he slowly raised his palm: "The sky should be clear!"

In the roar, a pure white moonlight lit up from the sky.

The moonlight shines, and the music theory of the Silent Moon runs in it, transforming into a flawless moon, and the moon wheel runs 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 far.

Compared to the huge turmoil, that starry sky was so small, but it was so firmly shrouded in the ruins, residing in Ye Qingxuan's dream.

"The wind and the sea should return to their original appearance. ”

As a result, the foehn winds of purgatory quietly stopped, the boiling waters returned to calm, and the blue sea reflected the stars, surrounding the ruins, and a cold wind blew on the sea.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and stared at the ruins: "The earth is stable, carrying the sky. ”

The turbulent ruins returned to rest, the disintegrated earth was healed again, the chasms disappeared, the burning lava quietly condensed, and the collapsed palace was finally intact and wiped away from the dust.

The gale and the roar subsided, and the wailing was gone.

Separated from the turmoil and chaos of the outside world, this small dream seems to be detached from reality again, recklessly negating 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 the future.

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 top of the turbulent and collapsed ruins, watching the world slowly row into purgatory.

Being in two completely different worlds at the same time, so distinct, but dreams and reality are only combined together with themselves.

At that moment, he finally realized and laughed softly.

"I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his arms, facing the quiet wind in the dream, but breathed in the smell of sulfur, allowing the ashes to burn in his heart.

As his body dimmed and disappeared, the light of the aether lit up from his veins, and he re-entered the aetheric cycle.

With the silent diffusion of electric light, his fateful chapter broke free from the shackles of his body, and expanded rapidly, countless music theories evolved, multipluried, and in an instant, covered the entire ruins.

And the Nine Heavens Ring flew out of his fingertips, extending forward, and the ladder was built out of thin air, flying upward, and in an instant disappeared into the deep night sky.

As if it had found its long-lost destination, the ladder did not stop, still moving forward, forward, like a giant tower reaching the sky, breaking through the conventions of the material realm, crossing the nine-layer sea of ether, and sinking into the depths of the etheric realm.

And with the dragon chanting of the strings, the deepest part of the etheric realm came the echo of Ying He.

The Forgotten Lands, drifting in the upper dimensions, have been awakened.

Echoing the melody of the ladder, through endless distances, after decades of sleep, Ye's scepter finally waited for the sound of the Nine Heavens Ring.

The ethereal dream followed the guidance of the ladder of heaven, downward, without hesitation, without hesitation, as if the stars followed the moonlight, regardless of their own collapse and dissipation, downward, downward, downward.

Swept past the Sacred City, ignored the retention of countless bells, swept over the dissipating abyss, crushed the last of the remnants, skimmed the phantom of the Great Wall, and ignored the joyful calls of countless beacon fires.

With the echo of the ladder, it smashed through the last barrier of the Aether Realm and smashed into the Aether Sea, burning, turbulent, and crumbling, dissipating in spite of its own rapid dissipation, and threw itself into the ruins.

It was only at this time that Yuan Changqing finally remembered why this breath was so familiar.

"Ye's 'Millennial Dream'......"

He muttered softly, looking at the huge scepter that fell from afar, the far-reaching dream that had been constructed by the blood of the Ye clan for hundreds of years.

As if reflecting all the changes in the world, the vicissitudes of life are revealed from the streamer of dreams, joys and sorrows are circulating in it, birth, old age, sickness and death are endowed with meaning, and in the end, ...... From within it all things go to eternal sleep.

At the very core of the ruins, in the crumbling palace, the white-haired young man raised his head, looked up at the fallen thousand-year-old dream, and raised his palm.

"Let's do it!"

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly, waved his hand, and knocked down the first note:

"-- The Founding Chapter of the Future!"

At that moment, the dream from the Aether Realm fell into ruins.

There was no roar, no loud noise, no turmoil, silence as if nothing had happened, as if it were just a phantom. The huge scepter instantly merged into Ye Qingxuan's dream, making his dream expand wildly, expand, expand, and expand again......

It's like the evolution from a mote to the world.

With the ruins as the melting pot, Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter and the thousand-year-old dream are connected to each other, quietly merging into one, and earth-shattering changes sprout from this silence.

Countless dreams burned, turned into firewood, and merged into Ye Qingxuan's chapter of fate.

In the grave-strewn wilderness, the lights that had been extinguished in front of the tombstones were rekindled, and cracks emerged from the tombstones, and then crumbled into dust and vanished.

But in the lights shining like stars, there are figures from the past walking out. Those musicians who have passed away in the long past have resurfaced from their dreams.

Old, young, handsome, ugly, cold, or tranquil.

The musicians who had dreamed of their souls and their futures seemed to be resurrected.

They stepped forward, saluted Ye Qingxuan, and entrusted the dream that had condensed their lives to Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter, and then completely dissipated into the flames, without any trace.

The Nine Heavens whispered, playing an elegy for the departed musicians.

The integration of each dream brought about drastic changes, and the chapter of fate ran like lightning, merging these inheritances from the past, constantly transforming, collapsing, and reborn.

At the end of the day, it blooms with a crystal-like glow.