392 Moon Fall

Everything Paganini saw after Ye Qingxuan said "let there be light" was an illusion. If he did not feel guilty and always thought that the Sacred City was out to get him, he would not have become so nervous and be influenced by Lola's School of Mind movement.

Ye Qingxuan had just been imitating the Genesis that he had experienced. He created a paper tiger and Paganini believed him. This was the magic of illusions. Because of Ye Qingxuan's lies, Paganini missed the opportunity to kill this guy once and for all, giving Ye another chance.

Ye Qingxuan smiled. The pure white city behind him toppled. The dark city of Avalon's City rose from the surface of the sea. Above him, the blood-red moon hung in the air. That was the core he used to control Heaven on Earth.

It was Lola's scepter.

Under the scepter's rule, Heaven on Earth's territory expanded.

The red waning moon radiated with a strange aura. It had an indescribable beauty and loneliness. Like a beauty drenched in blood putting on makeup before a mirror, she was heartbreakingly gentle and terrifying chilling.

However, this waning moon was damaged. It was covered in fine cracks, revealing the slight water-like ripples. The scepter's true body was the reflection of the moon in the sea.

Yes, it was the Moon in the Water! At this moment, illusion and reality had switched positions. The broken moon in the water hung in the air. It shone, seemingly replacing the true object's position. In comparison, the entire world felt unreal.

"Within the frozen time, the flowing languages, and black fog, there is dim light…" A cold yet peaceful voice traveled vaguely like a ghost singing under the moon. "The flower withers in an instant. The flower blooms in yesterday." Under the Sword's strength, Lola's damaged scepter managed to recover and unleash the strange power of alternating between illusion and reality. It was this moon that had imitated Genesis just then. The realness of it scared even Paganini.

"You were beating me for so long. It was hard for me to get the chance to fight back." Under the moon, Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an eerie smile. "Let me show you something good!"

The temple shook. Immense pressure came from the sky, dropping onto the ground and cracking the land. Every music theory began trembling under this vast theory, almost breaking down under this solid pressure. The air was red as if it was burning. A deafening thunder came from the sky. The moon was falling!

The illusory waning moon suddenly fell toward Paganini. The moon in the reflection now radiated with tangible pressure. It crushed every obstacle, pushing down with raw yet impossible strength. It was as if a comet was falling.

It was the Moon Fall! The world was burning.

When Paganini saw its nature, he scoffed. "It's too weak. Those tricks of putting oneself in an illusion do nothing." He smirked. "You cannot find anything in the void. These cocooning music theories are even more laughable than lying to oneself!" With that, he reached up to shatter the illusion of the moon in the water. But then his expression changed. His power ricocheted.

It was real! It actually was real! It was actually f*cking real!

The moon in the reflection was tangible! It was just a damaged scepter. Even if it could realize illusions, how could it solidify such a large moon?

It dawned on him. It was the dragon breath. It was one hundred percent true dragon breath! Formless but solid, one could use only one's will to give aether shape and weight. The Moon Fall was just an illusion. The real deal was the dragon breath released by the Sword that the scepter controlled.

During the crazed falling, the air burned the waning moon until the disguise fell apart, revealing the resplendent Sword!

The temple shattered. Countless delicate statues and opulent decorations were crushed to dust. Paganini took the brunt. His Garment was shredded completely and the darkness cracked apart. It could barely mend itself.

Under the earth-shattering attack, half of Paganini's body evaporated and was pierced by the sword. The twelve Chapters of Golden Victory on the blade dazzled alternatively, restricting his body.

Paganini roared. The abyss wind tunnel opened behind him. A large object charged through the narrow tunnel crazily, dropping from the material world. He was completely furious now.

He wanted his true body to descend without caring about anything else and destroy both this strange city and Ye Qingxuan.

In a moment, the black mud bubbled and swelled. Ignoring that he was stabbed by the Sword, he reached out a giant odd hand and grabbed at Ye Qingxuan. There was a face chained to the palm. It was both happy and sad, singing a cacophonous hymn. The melody was grating and shattered all music theory.

Even the score of Holy on Ye Qingxuan's body, the top defensive territory, was destroyed under the furious attack. Next to go was the moonlight on his body. He could no longer turn the deaths into illusions.

Finally, he tightened his grip cruelly.

Crack. Ye Qingxuan's body shattered.

Paganini's expression twisted more and he roared in fury. It was fake! Everything since the beginning was fake; everything was a trick. This d*mn b*stard never fought honestly.

In that moment, Ye Qingxuan poured all of the scepter's power into the Sword, urging the dragon breath and simulating the fall of the moon. He hit Paganini's double, nailing and immobilizing him. But then he abandoned the Sword and this rare advantage. He even abandoned the hereditary weapon of the School of Stone Heart, just leaving behind an illusion and escaping.

Where did he go?

It suddenly dawned on Paganini. He looked back at the burning fire. Beside the Sacred Fire that would burn the entire world, he saw Ye Qingxuan's back.

He reached out to touch the girl in the fire without regard to his own safety. In the Sacred Fire, Elsa's eyes were empty and still. They reflected his sad smile.

"Hey, long time no see." Ye Qingxuan reached out, caressing her cheeks. "I was looking for you. Do you…still remember me?"