664 Eulogizing in the Ashes

At the instant of collision, everything was silent and no sound could be heard.

But in the Physical World, Ye Qingxuan's body suddenly shook violently. His corporeal body alternated rapidly between the states of aether circulation and blood circulation.

Sometimes his flesh and blood blended into the stream of light, but the fascia and bones remained. Sometimes half of his body was ethereal, but blood and sludge spewed out of the other half. The nature interference that had gone out of control spread to the surroundings, radiating to the entire dilapidated hall, making everything descend into a strange wonderland-like state.

The stones were burning, the weeds turned into steel. The air was frozen, emitting a bone-chilling cold, but lava was flowing on the dome overhead.

And such were only observable phenomena on the surface. The actual turmoil that was caused by the music theory that had gone out of control was hidden under the surface, but its scale far surpassed hundreds of times that on the outside.

In just the blink of an eye, a horrifying torrent erupted from the Symphony of Predestination, causing the 12 masters around to scream miserably. Their palms were repelled from Ye Qingxuan's body. However, upon closer inspection, one could perceive a terrifying amount of heat radiating from the gaps between the five fingers.

It was as if the bones had become charcoal, the blood fuel, and the skin firewood.

Their hands were burning.

Their palms had been transformed by the elements entangled in Ye Qingxuan's music theory. Had they not been repelled by the horrifying pressure, at the moment, they would probably have started to burn like Ye Qingxuan.

Yes, Ye Qingxuan was burning. Fire emerged from his mouth and nose, from each pore, from the skin that seemed almost colorless under the illumination. It was as if lava was rolling around furiously in his blood and veins; like his body was placed in molten steel. His silver hair was instantly charred, and his body burned vigorously.

He had been ignited.

The power of the elements of the King of the Sun had infiltrated his Symphony of Predestination via his consciousness, instantly igniting countless strands of music theory of his completely, then radiating from the movement to the body.

Consciousness, music theory, flesh, aether…

Everything of Ye Qingxuan was ignited.

"We're finished." Auden forcibly pulled away his right hand and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was rapidly withering in the flame, half of the body having turned to ashes, and his expression was one of unconcealable shock and fear.

It's hopeless for him. Despite being the genius that he is, in the end, he still couldn't break through the limit. What's more, the various kings of the first generation has already cast down the godly punishment…

Among the many masters, Auden's school was famous for having a solid foundation. At the critical juncture, he was naturally fast to react. He immediately suppressed the invading force from Ye Qingxuan's body, then decisively made the necessary sacrifices to save himself and forcibly cut himself off from the chaos originating from Ye Qingxuan.

But others were not so lucky.

In particular, tempted by the Ultimate, a considerable number of people had undergone strengthening once and had yet to integrate the strength that had been obtained suddenly. At the moment, their reaction was slow, and in order to end the disaster, they had suffered immense damage in just an instant. Some even had to make up their mind and sacrifice part of themselves, forcibly splitting themselves from the power bestowed by the Ultimate, giving up the fruit of success that they had risked their lives for.

At the moment, looking at how tragic Ye Qingxuan's situation was, everyone felt utter despair. According to the contract between the two sides, if they simply watched Ye Qingxuan die, they would have no hope of advancing even the slightest bit for the rest of their lives, eternally unable to arrive at the Originator and lose the favor and blessing of aether forever...

But what could they do other than watch him die? Be burnt to ashes with him?

In the short span of an instant, despite Mabel disregarding her life to transfuse the fire of Nirvana into Ye Qingxuan, she could hardly stop his flesh from decaying. The human body was too fragile in regard to flames of tens of thousands of degrees. In only a moment, it was completely charred. After the short span of a few seconds, it turned into a handful of ashes.

Only a grotesque skull was left in the flames, shrouded in vague indigo moonlight. However, it was obvious that the moonlight was no longer controlled by any consciousness. It was like a candle in the wind, about to completely dissipate in a moment under the erosion of the flames.

In the silence, someone slowly reached out and held Ye Qingxuan's skull in her arms, despite the fire engulfing and igniting herself. Everyone was stunned.

"God loves me." In the fire, the old nun closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the look in her eyes returned to blankness. But then, a strong ray of light burst forth from the deathly silent emptiness.

A melody that was as deft and elegant as a flying bird flowed out of the blankness. It was like the wind, the moon, poetry, spring water, and all the beautiful things that were constantly changing in the world.

In a flash, countless strands of music theory that were constantly changing poured into the remaining body of Ye Qingxuan, gushing into his Symphony of Predestination and consciousness that had been burned entirely.

An enormous power reawakened from the body of the old nun. It operated mightily, causing resonance from the heavens and the earth and eliciting response from God.

Schubert.

Schubert's scepter reawakened from her body once more.

So, it was as if stars were reflected in the eyes, and they were so beautiful to the extent of being captivating, but also so majestic that one dared not look straight at them.

Like thousands of dexterous hands, countless strands of music theory combed through and corrected the music theory in disarray that was like a cauldron of chaos. Next, they transfused vitality into him, smoothing the ruins, irrigating it with rain, spilling sunlight down, and poured all the power into him with no regard for the cost.

It was as if a miracle had descended once more.

But everyone's expression was still ashen.

"It's useless." The lame musician, who had one-half of his body burned, gave a forlorn laugh and shook his head. Right from the moment they were repelled, the final outcome was already fixed. Any further attempts to salvage the situation would be of no help.

No matter how strong the power, a precondition must be met. For Ye Qingxuan to be able to recover, Ye Qingxuan must still be alive.

Once a person had died, no matter what powerful force was to be used to patch him up, what could be obtained would be nothing more than an empty shell. As a master of the school of mind, at the moment of letting go, he could clearly feel Ye Qingxuan's consciousness shattering.

It was as if his consciousness had been cast into purgatory and the abyss.

Any consciousness was as fragile as a bubble under the crush of such horrifying elements.

Would there be bubbles in hell?

Even his body had been burned to ashes. How could Ye Qingxuan still survive?? But then, the tragic laugh of self-mockery on his face froze.

An illusion-like melody sounded in the dead silence. It was like a blurry echo from the distant horizon, but also like a fine melody lingering in one's ear. It was like an illusion, yet it was so real.

In the frozen air, wind blew from afar, sweeping up the embers in the flames. But in the ashes floating upwards and dissipating, it was as if an invisible soul was singing softly.

Low drumbeats sounded from thin air, turning into a sonorous rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, the sound became clearer and clearer, ringing in everyone's ear. A rumbling sound burst forth abruptly from the vagueness. Unusually sharp sounds converged, then evolved into a clear melody once more.

It was a melody, the roar of a musical movement.

Someone was playing fanatically.

Eulogizing in the ashes!