For thousands of years, the blood of heaven and man in the East, the Ye family among the nine surnames of the dragon vein, and all the musicians who have reached the resonance level have left their mark here.

They are near or far, guiding Ye Qingxuan to the road ahead.

But on the road ahead, there are sparse figures.

Ye Qingxuan had already felt a wave of exhaustion and exhaustion, but the flames of the True Skull still provided him with strength, allowing him to fly deeper into this ocean.

Until finally, he saw the familiar figure.

The ethereal figure stood lonely at the highest point, like the moonlight, as if waiting for the newcomer with a smile.

"Father?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Until here, he had followed his path as a musician and entered the deepest part of the Aetheric Sea.

The sense of the etheric realm has also reached an unprecedented level of clarity.

It is as if standing on the highest point of the earth, gazing at the starry sky, and seeing the countless nebulae in the starry sky—the territories and lairs of the demons of the Scourge, or the scepters and temples of the kings and saints of the past.

The most striking thing is the temple shrouded in divine light, in which countless magnificent songs are played, and saints stand like stars, illuminating the layers of darkness like the sun.

It was the 'Holy City' created by the first three kings, and in it, the scepters of countless saints and the Holy Spirit surrounded it like satellites, united into one, like the realm of the stars.

Just in another distant place, Ye Qingxuan sensed a huge abyss again, the darkness was thick, and endless wails emerged from it. In the darkness there seemed to be countless huge figures hidden, and those figures loomed in the darkness, outlining a maddeningly terrifying outline.

When he looked at the abyss, it was as if the abyss was watching it.

The terrifying emblem of the Eye of the Eye emerges in it.

That's the realm of the hundred-eyed. The darkness of the world gathers all the places of iniquity.

Ye Qingxuan just glanced at it, and then he felt flustered, out of breath, and didn't dare to look at it again. And just elsewhere, there are countless scepter realms in operation.

Some of the scepter fields resemble a vast scorching sun. It was involuntarily heartbroken, but it was not agile, as if it was sleeping—it was the throne of the Kingdom of Burgundy—the credentials of the Sun King. It's just that the position of the Sun King has been vacant for a hundred years, and there is still no ruler king.

And just in the east, Ye Qingxuan could feel a huge high wall, spreading for thousands of miles.

On the wall-like ramparts, countless beacons burned with eternal light, the embodiment of the Holy Spirit, and the light intertwined into a realm that resisted all darkness and onslaught. Firmly enveloped the land of the East.

For hundreds of years, the saints of the Nine Dragons were not welcomed into the Holy City after their deaths, but merged into this terrifying realm and became a part of it.

The Emperor of the East and the Nine Dragons spent hundreds of years crafting this terrifying weapon of war, defending against natural disasters beyond the realm.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan sensed the location of Anglu, and the phantom of the Holy Grail was faintly revealed. The legendary artifact, the Holy Grail of Destruction, shrouded the land, exuding a cold killing intent. It's intimidating.

And in the deeper void, Ye Qingxuan sensed a broken city...... It was the shadow of the fallen Avalon! When he sensed it, the city in the shadow suddenly rang a bell.

The resonance between the Great Avalonian Barrier and the Small Source was so clear, and it was unguarded against him.

If Ye Qingxuan wanted to use the power of others to enter Xiaoyuan, he should have riveted his origin in the shadow of the fallen Avalon at this moment. In this way, not only can you achieve the resonance level. In the future, he will be able to inherit the Shadow of Avalon and jump into the Scepter level.

It's a pity that Ye Qingxuan doesn't plan to touch this bad debt that has been unclear for hundreds of years, and even plans to make the distance as far away as possible......

At the same time, he sensed another place that seemed to have lost contact. Drift into the depths of the Aether. Just as he looked over in confusion, he saw that in that realm, there were countless tombstones, as desolate and ancient as a cemetery.

He could see that on one of the tombstones, his name was still written! All the lights under the tombstones had been extinguished, except for a lone lamp in front of his tombstone.

The lights were like beans, which made Ye Qingxuan suddenly realize.

That's where I opened the door of musicians and made a contract with Dayuan...... At the same time, it is also the realm that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Ye family for hundreds of years. And the moment he sensed it, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the sense quickly blurred.

In his hands, the flame of the Skull of True Knowledge, like a candle in the wind, trembled and extinguished.

It's at this time!

Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to react, he only felt that his sense was rapidly declining and he fell from the sky.

And at the moment of the fall, he turned back and saw his direction.

The land of Romulus that is desolate...... But there is a flow of light!

Countless rays of light flowed like a river under the earth, converging in that dungeon, and in the dungeon, he faintly saw a door.

It was a door that could only be seen by the light of the fire in the remains of the saints!

Door?!

Late at night, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes from the darkness.

In his hands, the skull of true knowledge, which had exhausted its strength, turned to ashes and fell from his fingers.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't care about the loss, but felt ecstatic!

Just completing part of the 'make-up phase' ahead of schedule and integrating your own chaotic music theory system is worth the price of admission. What's more, after this experience, his strength has improved considerably.

I believe that it won't be long before I can enhance my sense of perception and find the origin even if I don't break through the barrier of knowledge.

And now, more importantly, he has finally found the clue hidden in the dungeon!

"Sure enough, the question is still hidden in the temple......

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself, quickly packed up his things, put on the Rendu armor under his coat again, pushed open the window, and quietly ran to the direction of the mine while the night was dark-

Upstairs on his floor, among the take-out boxes and unwashed dishes, Master Anglo, who was snoring loudly, rolled over and glanced in the direction he had left.

"I don't sleep so late. What to run?"

He muttered, flicked his fingers, and continued to sleep with his head covered.

Something flickered vaguely beside his bed—

In the silent underground palace, Ye Qingxuan walked through quickly, bypassing the musicians who stayed up all night looking for clues. Without attracting anyone's attention, he walked into the temple.

In the silent temple, there was only the wreckage on the ground.

The statues were smashed by the musicians in a frenzy, and the precious artifacts were reduced to pieces. This is also the reason why Ye Qingxuan is reluctant to come here, as an ancient scholar, it is really uncomfortable to see this.

The eleven statues were all smashed, and the walls were pitted and dug into the ground. There are holes in the ceiling one after another...... Ye Qingxuan sighed and shook his head slowly: The history and past of a nation have been completely destroyed in this way.

In some places, it has been directly crushed.

I can't fix it if I want to.

Ye Qingxuan strolled through the decaying temple, looking at eleven statues: the father of thunder and lightning who was verified to be the prototype of the Holy Spirit Aeneas, the wife of Aeneas, the mother of the gods who was later worshipped and deified, and several of their children: the god of light, the god of love, the goddess of hunting, the two-faced god of war, the god of secrets, and the god of wine and wealth......

Ye Qingxuan walked in one circle, walked around again, and counted again in his heart. Count again, count again...... to the end. He was sure that his guess was correct.

There are twelve gods recorded in the ancient books that Caligula gave him, but here, there are only eleven!

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps paused and stopped between the gaps between the two statues.

Right here, there should also be a statue of a god.

Mercury, messenger of the gods, god of travelers.

In the Pantheon of Romulus, Mercury possessed the realm of travel and messengers. In the ancient Romulus language, musicians were called 'black marquis' as well as messengers.

On the day he started, Abraham told him that musicians also served as messengers.

In ancient Romulus, musicians were loyal to the temple and conveyed the will of the gods.

- 'Aether' is the messenger. Guide the Lost Sons back to the Great Source.

Therefore, in the realm of Mercury, there is also the priesthood of musicians!

The prototype of this alternate deity comes from the oasis in the desert of Thebes, the birthplace of mankind thousands of years ago, where the people revered it as 'Thoth', the god of wisdom.

Among the gods of Romulus, although Mercury's status is not exalted, there is no doubt that the position is crucial. It is categorically impossible to omit his presence in order to save space.

Well, this also means that its idol has been deliberately ignored!

In order to hide something......

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, looking at the gap between the two statues, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, as if he had seen it before.

Finally, all of a sudden, a flash of light flashed in my mind.

He pulled out a crumpled map from his bosom, looked at it against each other, and was finally convinced of his judgment—he had indeed seen this place, among the graffiti that Elsa had drawn for him!

On the back of the map, Elsa's graffiti clearly depicts the image of this corner, but the graffiti looks blurry and weird, and he is almost unrecognizable.

But in the graffiti, this place is not empty, there is clearly a door!

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and touched the pitted walls, he could only feel a burst of coldness, the rock formations were solidified, where was the door? Not to mention the door, there was not even a hole behind it!

He lowered his head again and looked at the graffiti on the back of the map, and after looking at it for a long time, his expression became more and more helpless: Elsa's one-handed painting style is too rough, and she is completely a soul painter. Everything is crooked, and you can't see the original appearance at all.

Even on the door, I didn't know what was painted on the bend and bend, Ye Qingxuan looked at it for a long time, his heart moved, he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, checked it, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Those two zigzag lines turned out to be a double snake emblem!

Is painting a test of one's imagination here!) )