432 Create Legend

"Asking for directions?" Ye Qingxuan took the piece of paper in his hand. It seemed to be the name card of an antique shop. It was rumpled as if it was once immersed in water and dried again. It still had a faint dark red color.

"I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with this place." He thought for a moment and returned the business card.

"Thank...sor-ry." The traveler smiled, thanked him politely, and turned away.

Ye Qingxuan froze for a long time. Looking at the man's back, he felt that something was wrong but he couldn't tell.

"Oh, you're here." Behind him, Wolf Flute patted him on the shoulder. Ye Qingxuan turned around. Arching an eyebrow, Wolf Flute looked impressed. "The uniform of the Silent Authority looks better on you than me."

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, not at all politely. "If you're willing to lose the fat on your stomach, you'll look nice too."

"Ahaha, life is so wonderful. Why should we lose the hard-earned weight?" Wolf Flute held a hot breakfast in his hands and gave him some as well. "Get on the bus. We'll talk on the way."

The door closed and the carriage started. Wolf Flute dropped the curtains and started gorging. Ye Qingxuan looked at the breakfast next to him but had no appetite. He sighed and pushed the breakfast next to Wolf Flute.

"Where to next?"

"The Ministry of Sacrament," he mumbled. He swallowed his mouthful of sandwich and drank all of his coffee. He wiped his mouth. "There's no need to worry about Charles. I'll take you to see something good."

"What thing?" Wolf Flute smiled and pat the invisible wolf beside him. "To witness a Scepter."

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Six days ago, Samuel, the veteran of the School of Choir, returned from the aether world. While pioneering in a secret place, he realized that he had broken through the difficulties that had troubled him. Thus, he was determined to prepare to advance toward the Scepter level.

After accumulating for so many years, he was prepared to go off from his strong points and build up the legendary elements of the upper ranks. He hoped that he would be awarded a saint's name after created his scepter. If he could succeed, he would immediately become a saint of the world.

"This is a major event that the Ministry of the Sacrament has been preparing for. Two schools have done everything for the sublimation ceremony. Many grandmasters have come in the past two days. It seems that Master Samuel is prepared to either succeed or die."

Wolf Flute explained in the carriage, "To put an end to the influence of the abyss, the Silent Authority also needs to guarantee the purity of the sanctuary. Most people have been busy these past two days. I decided to let you open your eyes."

"Create a scepter?" Ye Qingxuan fell into contemplation. The scepter had always been a dream that every musician dreamed of—to inscribe one's consciousness into the aether world for eternity, project into the Originator, and gain its power.

There were only a dozen or so people in the world who could reach this level. There were even fewer who could become a saint.

It could almost be said that reaching this realm was rising above human limits, reaching the level of immortality. Even if the human body was corrupted, the will could be released from the aether and become the Holy Spirit.

Unfortunately, it was too difficult to break through this barrier.

With so many musicians in Anglo, only two or three could be called Scepters. Of them, only one was a saint—Mr. Haydn—who had entered Avalon's Shadow.

The master of the School of Royalty, André, began to work behind closed doors a few years ago. Even with massive support, he had yet to find any chance.

Thinking of this, he could not help but squint and glance at someone gorging around... They were all Scepters but how come he did not have the demeanor a grandmaster should have?

Regardless, it was a rare opportunity to witness a master's achievement.

Soon, the carriage arrived.

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Through the heavily guarded turnpikes, the carriage stopped outside the gate.

"Get off here. The carriage can't pass through the rest."

After wiping his mouth, Wolf Flute returned to his gentlemanly appearance—if one overlooked his coffee stains—and handed the two documents to the guard. "The central Church, two people, the Silent Authority."

"The Silent Authority?"

The guards looked again and again, mainly at Ye Qingxuan. He had probably never seen such eye-catching white hair from the members of the Silent Authority. Soon, he waved them off.

"These two days, most of the masters who have come to visit have arrived. They all want to seek inspiration from Samuel's breakthrough. This is a rare musician congregation. Therefore, to prevent people with ulterior motives from mixing in, the alert has also been raised."

Wolf Flute led the way and said to Ye Qingxuan, "You should show your face more for these occasions. It'll be good for the future."

"I don't really like going out in public like this." Ye Qingxuan smiled wryly. "If I could, I'd still prefer to stay in the library alone."

Wolf Flute smiled and did not speak. He led Ye Qingxuan up the steps and they finally walked into the Central Church from the side entrance.

The Holy Resurrection Church was one of the most famous churches in the Sacred City. It was not open to the public and was instead the venue for musicians' activities. The Musician Union had its headquarters here. The clerk was usually a priest of the Sacred City. Half of them were from different places and had come to study. Coinciding with the sacrament of Samuel's promotion, it suddenly became busier.

Wolf Flute brought Ye Qingxuan past the musician responsible for maintaining order. After meeting the ones necessary, he took Ye Qingxuan straight to the center of the church.

This was where Samuel's breakthrough would take place tomorrow. The Musicians Union and the Sacred City have already begun to prepare. Dozens of alchemists hired have already entered the stadium and began to make arrangements for the alchemy needed tomorrow.

The two supporting schools behind Samuel and his own family had almost bankrupted themselves for the precious materials and practically turned it into a treasure gallery.

Ye Qingxuan did not dare to activate his aether sensing for fear of being shaken by the aetheric waves that would follow.

In the huge central sanctuary, many musicians have already entered the stadium in advance. The young musicians from all the schools stared at the alchemy matrix on the ground and perceive the trajectory and structure of the music theory. They were so eager and excited. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Tomorrow, Master Samuel would break through here and be promoted to the Scepter level.

This alchemist matrix was ​​of utmost importance. It combined the profound musical principles of the two schools, the core movements, and the hard work of Samuel. There was no reservation. For any musician, it was a rare learning opportunity and experience. The effect was second only to experiencing the changes in aether and music theory tomorrow.

At this moment, the earth was engraved with notes and movements, in which the secret mercury flowed like the blood- transporting the aether, turning it into a whole. And this matrix contained the prototype of the scepter that Samuel had created for himself.

Once Samuel was promoted, he would be able to open up his territory in the aether world and create a new path. There would be a new musician progression. Just like the Phoenix's Descendant of Anglo's School of Royalty, the alchemist of the School of Modifications, the Starry Eye musicians of the School of Revelations, the silent musicians of the School of Abstinence, and so on.

These were paths carved by the Scepter musicians. Naturally, they could also allow later generations to walk down too.

No one knew how many stuck musicians would rush over and enter this path to transform themselves into the advanced level he had created. If one did not know how to do it, one could take the path of Samuel and upgrade step by step. There were also geniuses who could follow the path opened by the teacher and reach a realm that the teacher had never reached. Of course, a scepter could also pull a whole school into the Dark World.

Each scepter was the core of a school. For hundreds of years, the powerful ones who became scepters often opened up their own school of thought. That was why there were so many factions within the seven major schools.

But Ye Qingxuan did not care about Samuel's advancement. He had already done the advanced preparation for the Dreamweaver. Now that the integration of his music theory was complete, there would be no worries after he healed.

As long as he built a dream that belonged only to him, he would be able to advance to success and have a great future. He would no longer have to gamble his future like others. What's more, even if he wanted to follow the scepter…wasn't there one right next to him?

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan could not help but glance at the yawning Wolf Flute next to him. He did not look like a scepter at all.

You are the disciple of the King of Back. Doesn't it matter?

He quietly looked away and looked intently at the alchemy matrix. He was more interested in the 'legend' that Samuel had created. Combining the symphony of predestination with legends, sublimating as a scepter, and opening up one's territory in the aether world, one would become a scepter-level musician.

Although it was difficult to create a symphony of predestination, there were still many musicians in the world. However, it was not easy to sublimate the scepter.

The most difficult thing was to create the 'legend' that best suited you.

-

There were all kinds of legends in this world. There were reliable sources, but there were many whimsical ones as well. There were unreliable ancient myths and of course modern ghost stories. Most of them were strange talks created by awkward novelists. Of course, there were also miracles created by musicians.

Creating a legend meant turning distant legends into reality, distorting rules and regulations, and creating miracles.

For example, the most famous deed was how the first King of Red was resurrected seven days after dying under the witness of six disciples. This laid the majesty and sanctity of the Sacred City for hundreds of years since then.

It contained the elements of life, death, rebirth, and the existence of God.

With this scepter as the core, all Kings of Red created a sacred city in the aether world, a shining territory of mankind, expelling the darkness, and fighting off demons with the Holy Light. Creating legends, avatars, become legends, and even…myths!

Starting from the limitations of material and human beings, one became the creator of rules. This was the most honorable aspect of a Scepter musician.

Even scepter musicians had rankings. Among them were powerful men like Paganini who became dark followers but were still unbeaten. There were also those who had toiled for decades but still could not become a Holy Spirit.

The difference lies in the legend created.

"The 'elements' contained are different, and the ability and effect of the scepter are naturally different."