Chapter 179: The piccolo

The essence of truth lies in simplicity.

When any craft or art reaches its highest form, it touches upon the very essence of creation.

In ancient times, it was said that a blacksmith, whose skill had been perfected through years of dedicated practice, could forge weapons so fine that they seemed to capture the very spirit of the elements themselves. His swords sang with the wind, and his hammers echoed with the thunder.

There are also legends of scribes whose mastery of the written word was so profound that their words brought to life the gods and heroes of old. Musicians, too, have been known to play notes so pure that they could summon visions of the divine.

And let us not forget the tale of Pygmalion, who carved a statue of such beauty that it breathed with life and became his beloved Galatea, transcending the boundary between art and reality.

And now, what lay before them was just like that. Experience tales with m v|l -NovelFire.net

Timothy's understanding of music had evolved to its peak, radiating an aura of boundless mystery.

This kind of music—this was truly the highest level of mastery!

Even Holy Maiden Aeliana hadn't expected that Timothy's skill with the piccolo would be this terrifying!

A burst of golden light shot out from the Fountain of Melody, fully acknowledging Timothy's performance.

The golden light floated out, slowly merging with the piccolo.

Then, a violent whirlwind erupted from the piccolo.

At that moment, the surrounding spiritual energy began to converge from all directions.

The golden light grew even more brilliant, and the aura from the Fountain of Melody continued to repair and restore the piccolo's imperfections.

Boom!

As the piccolo was restored, a fierce gust of wind exploded outward.

The aura emanating from the piccolo suddenly shifted.

This was the true pressure of a Heavenly-level artifact!

In an instant, the clear blue sky began to rumble with thunder.

White clouds swirled, and fierce winds howled.

The flowers in Blooming Sanctuary swayed wildly in the wind, and the golden light spread across the entire Fountain of Melody, sending waves of energy rippling outward.

This was the sign of a Heavenly-level artifact being born, powerful enough to cause a phenomenon in the heavens and earth!

"What's happening? Why is the Holy Maiden's piccolo in Senior Brother Timothy's hands suddenly changing?"

At that moment, not just Blooming Sanctuary, but all the surrounding sects were in shock.

"A Heavenly-level artifact has appeared? And it's coming from the direction of Blooming Sanctuary? They've gained another Heavenly-level artifact!"

"This phenomenon… this artifact must be of mid-tier Heavenly-level quality at least!"

"I heard Blooming Sanctuary had a damaged piccolo. Could it be that someone has repaired it? But that was a broken Heavenly-level artifact! There are no eighth-level alchemists left in the world—how could anyone possibly fix it?"

Especially the smaller sects near Blooming Sanctuary, those who specialized in alchemy.

They understood the difficulty of repairing an artifact, and the higher the grade, the harder it was to restore. For a Heavenly-level artifact, even the most skilled alchemists of today would find it impossible to repair.

What on earth was happening inside Blooming Sanctuary?

The Sect Leader of Arcane Forge Sect stared in shock at the strange scene, his long, white beard fluttering in the wind. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Heavens above!"

He had spent his entire life pursuing the path of alchemy, but as he gazed upon this sight, he suddenly felt so small.

His life's pursuit now seemed laughable!

As the heavenly phenomenon continued to rise and fall, finally, the swirling lights all rushed toward the center.

A brilliant green light surged, fully merging into the piccolo.

The remnants of the whirlwind drifted outward, and though the light wasn't as blinding as before, it was still dazzling beyond words.

The piccolo, which had once appeared somewhat dull, now looked completely renewed.

The immense spiritual energy and strange aura it now emitted made everyone instinctively feel a deep sense of awe.

Though its power was restrained, the energy hidden within the piccolo was vast and overwhelming, making it impossible not to feel reverence.

It was as if endless, mysterious notes were contained within, ready to burst forth like a rushing river at any moment.

"So this is the aura of a Heavenly-level artifact? It's even more terrifying than I imagined."

"The piccolo's appearance has changed too. Look, the mouthpiece is now inlaid with gold."

The female disciples watching were completely stunned by the scene before them.

They had never imagined they would have the chance to witness something like this.

"When did you master music to this level?" Holy Maiden Aeliana's beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity.

The piece Timothy had just played had reached an almost unattainable level of perfection.

But before this, why had no one ever mentioned that he had such mastery over music?

"Well, I had to teach my wife how to play the piccolo, so it's only natural I'd get a bit better at it," Timothy said with a smile. "But Holy Maiden, as promised, I'll borrow this piccolo for a month. I'll return it when I'm done."

With that, Timothy tucked the piccolo into his robe.

"I don't mind lending it to you, but just don't use it for anything weird, okay?" Holy Maiden Aeliana said softly.

Hearing Timothy's words, she was becoming more and more suspicious about the strange dynamic between him and Goddess Sylvia.

"Relax, what weird things could I possibly do with a piccolo?" Timothy replied, a bit exasperated.

He whistled toward the distance, and in an instant, a majestic shadow swept across the sky. Azura landed beside Timothy.

"You're leaving already? Valentine's Day is still a few days away," Holy Maiden Aeliana coughed lightly, trying to get him to stay.

"I need to go prepare a gift. Leaving now is perfect timing."

"You're not even going to stay a little longer? Who knows, maybe I could come by your room tonight to keep you company~" Holy Maiden Aeliana teased, flashing a seductive smile and gazing at Timothy with soft, longing eyes.

"I wouldn't mind sharing a room with you, but I'm the kind of guy who needs a bit of extra security when I sleep. I might need a rope or two," Timothy said nonchalantly, pulling out a Binding Immortal Rope.

"Ahem, you should just go! Come find me when that rope of yours is gone!" Holy Maiden Aeliana's body trembled slightly, recalling the fear she once felt under the control of that very rope.

"Alright then, Holy Maiden, until we meet again." Timothy smiled, climbing onto the massive dragon form of Azura.

Under the gaze of Holy Maiden Aeliana and countless female disciples of Blooming Sanctuary, he soared into the sky, riding the dragon.

The blue dragon scales shimmered under the sunlight, its massive form exuding an air of majesty.

And with Timothy seated atop it, he drew even more attention from the female disciples.

"Wow, Timothy is so handsome!"

"I can't believe he's leaving already… I was hoping we could spend Valentine's Day together."

"He still hasn't opened my love letter yet. I know it's a long shot, but I had to try!"

Sighs of disappointment echoed as the female disciples watched Timothy's figure disappear into the horizon.

But none of them noticed the subtle expression on Holy Maiden Aeliana's face as she gazed longingly at the sky. She pouted slightly, but her eyes soon softened.

"Hmph, idiot. Always so busy preparing for Valentine's Day.

Couldn't you have stayed just a few more days?

Hmph!"