"Yo, little ghost, you've made me wait a long time. ”

Ye Qingxuan stood at the door and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Hermes smiled happily as he looked at his grim expression.

Behind him, a massive silver vortex swirled silently, emitting faint fluctuations. Just under the whirlpool, a huge ritual composed of mercury, precious stones, and various materials that Ye Qingxuan couldn't make out was slowly changing, absorbing the power of the endless ether, opening a faint cavern that seemed to lead to another world.

This is the ritual of ascension.

Under Hermes's control, the mercury in the ravines flowed silently, and the viscous and heavy silvery-white liquid glowed as if burning.

Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that the person who performed the sublimation ceremony for himself turned out to be the guy Hermes.

"Frightened?" Hermes asked, smirking.

"A little. Ye Qingxuan nodded honestly.

"Your principal has spent money, and I'll take a look at it when I'm free. ”

Hermes shook his head and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've been to this hellish place, but I didn't expect you to maintain it well." It's just that the newly built buildings are too ugly to have any taste at all. How good it is to honestly follow the original design drawings, but I have to add to the snake, tsk tsk......"

Ye Qingxuan honestly listened to Hermes spraying dog blood in every corner of the Royal Academy of Music from beginning to end, until finally, Hermes looked down at the mercury flowing on the ground, and he didn't worry about poisoning at all, and directly put his palm into it.

The palm of his hand was withdrawn, and the mercury emitted a burning glow that quickly dissipated at his fingertips. Hermes nodded in satisfaction: "The whole sadhana is almost finished."

In addition to the sublimation ceremony, there is also the inheritance of the heart seal, and the current musicians are really regressing. I can't even do this kind of compound alchemy, so why am I embarrassed to eat together?

Hey, that white-haired kid over there, have you figured out what you want to inherit the heart seal?

It's a treasure trove here, Bach's Chakon, Mahler's Second Symphony – Resurrection. "Nocturne", "Four Seasons", ...... Even the "First Concerto" has a dozen pieces of various kinds.

Since your principal has said that the resonance level is optional, don't be polite to him, anyway, it's not you who pays for it, right?"

Hearing Hermes's words, Ye Qingxuan, who was in a daze, came to his senses, hesitated for a moment and said:

- "Night on the Barren Mountain"

He said, "I chose 'Night on the Barren Mountain' with a ban on factions. ”

Hermes's smile stiffened, and then it became strange: "Really...... It's perfect for you......"

He originally wanted to say, 'I didn't expect a child born of a mouse to really make holes,' and there must be a father and a son. He really didn't expect that in such a large music library, Ye Qingxuan chose one song.

It's not that this score is very weak, it's that this piece of music is really hell-notching.

Not just because it's a forbidden faction, but this one is dedicated to fallen black musicians and demons.

In these years, except for the Inquisitor who specializes in hunting down black musicians and monsters, almost no one has chosen to practice this extremely difficult entry. And very unpopular music.

At that time, its creator was incognito, mixed in with the cult cult cultists and witches.

The so-called 'Night on the Barren Mountain'. It is the carnival festival of the degenerate, where a bonfire is lit in the middle of the night on a certain day, witches, cultists and black musicians praise the evil gods, offer blood sacrifices, enjoy the gifts of the evil gods, and dance wildly around the flames until dawn.

And at dawn. The creators lurking in it have risen up, and together with the adjudicators lurking around, they will completely kill the cultists of the evil gods who have been partying all night.

They composed this movement with an ode to the evil gods with a generous melody announcing the dawn.

Only the Judge will practice this movement, for it is almost invincible against the demonic realms. No matter what kind of demon of nature, what faction of black musicians, as long as they carry the breath of natural disasters, they will definitely be imprisoned and sealed by this movement, nailed to the stake, and burned to ashes in the flames.

No matter how dark the night of the barren mountains is, it will be lit up by a forest of burners.

However, if the subject were to be replaced by a human, it would not be lethal except for the original shackles and sealing effects.

"Really...... It's perfect for you. ”

It took Hermes half a day before he squeezed out such a sentence.

For the choice of movement for the inheritance of the heart seal, Ye Qingxuan has long considered it.

Although he was not qualified to read many important movements in the large library, he could still see the catalog. He simply copied the catalogue and went to Abraham and Lola for advice.

After reading the table of contents, Abraham marked out a few movements of the Revelation faction and the Change faction, and finally hesitated for a moment, and crossed out "Night on the Barren Mountain" as Ye Qingxuan's alternative.

Lola's suggestion is that instead of strengthening her strengths, she should make up for her own shortcomings.

In terms of pure destructive power, he already has the Eye of Indra, and under the watering of the blood of heaven and man, the thunderous fury that bursts out can allow him to directly jump over the level to fight.

Other movements, even if they are started, are limited to their own realm, and they may not be able to surpass their effects in a short period of time.

In contrast, the Night of the Barren Mountain is more off-the-beaten, but it makes up for his own weakness of not being good at frontal and protracted combat. Moreover, he can do it freely without worrying about killing his enemies by hitting too hard.

After understanding Ye Qingxuan's plan, Hermes could only sigh: "The young people now are really surprised......

"Alright, the ceremony is almost ready, you can go inside. ”

He let go of his figure and motioned to Ye Qingxuan to hurry in and not waste time.

Ye Qingxuan walked into it, and instantly felt that he was almost suffocated, and the etheric flash that was almost about to condense into substance flowed in the air, viscous and heavy, as if he was under dozens of meters of water, making him almost out of breath.

But after inspecting the surroundings, Ye Qingxuan made a new discovery and was taken aback: "Wait, what about the most important medium for the sublimation ceremony? Boss, you won't cut corners, right?"

"Medium?"

Hermes squinted at him, "Isn't it on you?"

Buzz. The palm-sized piece of stone flew out of the boy's arms, suspended in midair, and swallowed the aether almost endlessly, turning into a small round of sun.

In the scorching sun, the wedge-shaped characters on it seemed to have a new change. It made him dizzy, his mind shaken, and he couldn't control himself.

"Hey, boy!"

Hermes slammed him on the shoulder from behind him, waking him up.

"Let's put the ugly words up front: my alchemy is in the true classical style, there are not so many safety measures, and it is definitely not a comfortable experience.

Rather, the longer it lasts, the more you will be tortured.

In the course of the ceremony. You may see some unexplained vision, or hear an inexplicable sound, sense the faint outline of something terrible.

I'm not responsible if I'm crazy about that.

So, are you ready?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while after hearing this, and couldn't help but sigh:

To be honest, I can't wait. Can we get started sooner?"

"Good boy, I knew you were a good man. ”

Hermes' palm pressed against the top of his head. His fingers were cold, unwarm. It was like ice and iron, which made Ye Qingxuan shudder.

"One last question. Hermes suddenly asked, "You know that there is a high probability of a dead person in the sublimation ceremony, right?"

"Huh, wait......"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked, and immediately, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything-

At the moment when he fell into a fainting. Solemn singing and melody rang out from above the ascension ceremony, and in the hoarse singing and magnificent melody, the aether seemed to burn, and reverberated like a tidal wave.

That huge power was like a flame, and it instantly fell on the boy's body. After burning his clothes to the ground, he burrowed into the corpses of his limbs, causing him to convulse involuntarily and scream.

But his eyes had lost concentration, as if his soul was no longer here.

It has risen into the sky, or has fallen into the abyss.

"Thou shalt be made in the ether, and thou shalt die in the ether—and fear the aether!"

Hermes solemnly declared that he pressed the young man's forehead, and his expression was not sad or joyful, but as if it was filled with joy and sorrow, just like the statue inscribed by the Order, which was awe-inspiring.

And behind him, twelve huge wings of light broke free from the gorgeous costume, unfolding the rudiments that covered the sky and the sun.

The wings of light waved silently, creating a storm in the invisible sea of aether.

"Ye Qingxuan, the so-called sublimation ritual is to purify the soul. ”

He stared into the boy's gloomy eyes and whispered in his ear, "In that chaos, you will see your true self." ”――

Ye Qingxuan only felt that he had fallen into a nightmare again, and in that long nightmare, an indescribable huge chaos engulfed him.

He felt himself involuntarily thrown into the sky, out of the confines of humanity, into the cold, indescribably cold realm.

There was nothing there.

At a glance, there seemed to be some extremely solemn behemoth passing by him, as if it was the response of the gods. And when he turned back inadvertently, he seemed to see the bottom of the abyss beneath his feet, and there was a burning hell glowing and wailing.

In an instant, he seemed to have realized: perhaps, this is the 'ether realm' described in countless texts, and the world observed by the ether is the true face of all things and the earth.

But in the midst of this lonely flight, he suddenly heard a call from behind him. He looked back in astonishment, only to see a large city slowly emerging from the darkness.

Illuminated by the blue moon, the city was shrouded in fog, revealing a hideous, sharp, massive, dark silhouette that towered like churches and palaces piled up of bones. Roads and rivers were formed by the flow of blood, and countless faint shadows lingered in this city of the dead, unable to be relieved.

That's Shadow of Avalon......

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's body froze, and he felt that it was rapidly approaching...... No, it's itself falling there, it's tugging at itself!

Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, but could not do anything. As he fell, he felt the power of the Shadow of Avalon tear at his sanity, nearly tearing him apart.

For a moment, he seemed to sense two selves, three selves, four selves...... This is a prelude to schizophrenia.

A strong sense of crisis flooded his brain. But at that moment, for some reason, an inexplicable line of characters flashed through his mind.

It was a wedge-shaped rune engraved on the stone tablet.

Those inexplicable runes intertwined with each other in his brain into unfamiliar intervals, constantly growing and expanding, from a few characters to a huge tome of thousands of words.

In an instant, the sheer volume of information almost overwhelmed his consciousness, and then the tightly structured and massive horror movement began to retract and collapse rapidly.

Ye Qingxuan, the music theory involved, don't say that he understands, he hasn't even heard of it. Not even the exact direction is recognizable.

In an instant, it grows to the maximum, and in an instant, it collapses to the smallest.

Ye Qingxuan was completely unable to observe that tiny location, and even his consciousness was pulled into that tiny point that almost didn't exist.

Before he fainted completely, he only heard a magnificent chant in his ears that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth:

"-- as on it, as under it, so that all things come to an end!"

"Ah!!h

Ye Qingxuan screamed and jumped off the table. There was silence throughout the classroom.

In the morning reading classroom, all the students who memorized the text looked up. Even the sleepy teacher on the podium was taken aback.

Ye Qingxuan looked around in astonishment, not understanding what kind of place this was. But in his mind, the memories of the past were dissipating as quickly as a dream.

He stared blankly into those eyes, overwhelmed.

"Ye Qingxuan, how many times have you said it, don't doze off when you read early!"

On the podium. Some balding teachers frowned: "Stand and go to the back!"

It wasn't until now that Ye Qingxuan realized that he had fallen asleep in the morning reading, and he had that strange dream.

He bowed his head in embarrassment, picked up his English book, and obediently stood at the back of the classroom.

Maybe he has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes. The study attitude on weekdays is quite serious, and the teacher did not embarrass him, and left after the class bell rang.

Wang Qiang, who was at the same table, came up and gloated with a smile: "Yezi, I've seen so many people who doze off, but I've never seen you talk so much in your dreams." ”

"You didn't remind me either!" Ye Qingxuan rubbed his eyes and yawned: "I played "GTB5" all night last night, and I accidentally fell asleep. ”

"It's the second model today, you're still so prodigal? ”

The tablemate glanced at the words '88 days before the college entrance examination' on the blackboard behind him, and asked, "Do you still have a gel refill?" Lend me one, mine is gone. ”

"It's all in the pencil case, you take it yourself. ”

Ye Qingxuan was in a daze.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?

"I don't know. He shook his head: "I always feel like I've forgotten something." ”

"Don't!" Wang Qiang was shocked: "I still have to rely on you for my English during the exam!

"What's the matter?" Ye Qingxuan glanced at him: "I had a bad grade that time?" Anyway, you can just turn on your mobile phone when the time comes. ”

Wang Qiang shook his head, "This year is said to be no, this time in the mock exam, the school is said to have engaged in signal blocking, and the mobile phone can't receive any signal." ”

"You won't use your phone if you don't have a signal?"

Ye Qingxuan squinted at him: "Turn on Bluetooth, don't you just change the name of your phone to the answer when the time comes?" Don't tell me that your phone doesn't even have Bluetooth." ”

“......”

Wang Qiangdi's expression suddenly became very exciting, and he was stunned for a long time before he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Why didn't I think of it!"

"Because you have a low IQ. ”

......

"This mock exam is participated by our school's teacher Xia, everything is strict, and strives to simulate the real college entrance examination, I hope that all students can also answer the questions carefully and do not cheat. ”

The head teacher said solemnly, "Do you understand?"

"Understood. There was a sparse response from the audience.

Soon, the test papers were sent to everyone. Ye Qingxuan took it casually, put it next to him, and couldn't help yawning.

For some reason, he still looked out the window, as if he was immersed in some intent, but he knew that his heart was empty, and he didn't think about anything.

Just in a daze.

I just don't think there's something right.

"Answer the questions carefully. ”

The head teacher of the invigilator knocked lightly on the table and reminded in a low voice.

Ye Qingxuan's body shook, and he shook his head in ignorance as if he had just woken up from a dream, then lowered his head, looked at the test paper, and fell into a long stupor.

It's not Chinese, it's not mathematics, it's not English, it's not geography......

What the hell is this? (To be continued......)