by Feng Yue
Hundreds of aether waves merged into the moon of pure white. Ye Qingxuan did not hesitate to allocate most of the changes in music theory to them, letting they help him maintain such a vast Symphony of Predestination.
In the end, Jiu Xiao Huan Pei was formally connected to the core of the Mountain of Nomadism — the pool of aether!
The silver pool of liquid in which the heart was being soaked in suddenly boiled. Countless streams of flowing light operated within, and the huge heart started pulsing wildly. Like an iron drum being beaten, every beat brought a low echo with it.
The larger the body, the more horrifying the pressure it could withstand.
At the moment, the Mountain of Nomadism replaced Ye Qingxuan to withstand the tremendous pressure, extracting an amount of aether which was so massive that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary musicians from the realm of aether through itself.
A power that could be considered similar to torrents from a waterfall gushed into the moon of pure white.
The Symphony of Predestination, the purification musicians, and the Mountain of Nomadism were integrated as one at the moment, connected by the music theory of the Heaven Ladder. Clear notes rang out from Jiu Xiao Huan Pei, and a dragon’s whistle burst forth.
As many purification musicians controlled the resonance, massive amounts of aether were drawn from the pool of aether of the Mountain of Nomadism. The aether coursed through the Heaven Ladder, and finally gushed into the Symphony of Predestination. After experiencing countless times of creation and destruction, as well as transformations by music theory, it had become a pale white glow beyond the control of humans.
Just by existing, the cold moonlight distorted the rules of matter — If one looked into its roots, one would see that it originated from the purification element that was condensed from the essence of innumerable musical movements of the Religious Court of Inquiry.
Comparing in terms of the extent of purity, it was even better than the movements!
After all, other than Ye Qingxuan, no one else could ever master the music theory of the quiet moon.
In only an instant, the movement of the moon had developed to the limit.
Moonlight flowed on Jiu Xiao Huan Pei, contracting according to Ye Qingxuan’s will, until it turned into a fleeting and vague blade in the end.
It was as if the blade consisted of faint light and shadow, not even possessing substantial material. But even so, it was already radiating a bone-chilling coldness.
Wherever the blade passed, faint rifts emerged in the air.
It was powerful because it was pure.
It was a pure sword of purification.
And as Ye Qingxuan waved it, even the red tide of Firebird was torn apart, unable to piece itself back, and revealed the girl’s figure within.
The long dress that was once pure white had long since been dyed red by the blood, but Mary, who was bathed in blood, showed a seductive beauty completely different from the past.
The bestiality in her blood had dominated her consciousness.
The one controlling her body at the moment was the demon born from the dragon blood, a total monster.
But as she advanced, a grand melody was suddenly played loudly. A mighty and magnificent aura emerged from the red bloodiness, proclaiming the majesty of the empress and guarding the new ruler as she toured.
Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1!
The god of the abyss bestowed the crown upon the bloody princess, crowning her as queen!
The magical power originating from the scepter of the abyss operated within her body, causing the Firebird to burn like a flame, its attacks unstoppable. In the air, the taste of blood became thicker and thicker, and the pungent, sickly sweet smell lingered.
But amid the mighty melody, ambiguous moans mixed in inappropriately, as if amid alluring carnal desires flowing in the air, a laid-back beauty exposed her fair shoulders, exhaling seductively from her lips.
In Mary’s eyes, bloody streaks lingered in the slender pupils of bestiality, making her eyes look more and more lively. When she looked at Ye Qingxuan, her eyes contained greedy lust and undisguised murderous intent.
“Why not pledge allegiance to me, Ye Qingxuan?” ‘Mary’ put on an enchanting smile, a voice with a tinge of hoarseness and temptation sounding from her throat, but it was completely different from her voice in the past. “Don’t you think that I am more suitable as an empress than that sick, mysophobic, and weak woman?”
Firebird tore apart the weapons of dozens of armored knights. She stepped on the viscous blood and walked towards him slowly, her fair body vaguely visible under the blood-colored tulle dress. “You can’t possibly like boring women who don’t know how to have fun like her? She only knows how to act like a saint all day, even though she is always missing you so badly that it drives her crazy, she won’t let you get close, not a chance…”
What she received in response was the sword of moonlight striking towards her and an indifferent pair of eyes.
“Shut up, c*nt.” Ye Qingxuan interrupted her words. “Before you open your mouth, you must be clear of what you are!”
The sword of purification tore the Firebird apart, scraping her cheek, and almost slashed a deep wound in her blushing and enchanting face.
It was still merciless, without any signs of hesitation and weakness, but as compared to the sword, what enraged ‘Mary’ more was Ye Qingxuan’s words.
The seductive lust was replaced by fury, rage and grotesqueness emerging in the red eyes of bestiality.
Countless strands of Firebird struck like knives and axes, tearing the brilliance around Ye Qingxuan apart. She fixed Ye Qingxuan with a death stare and roared in rage, “What did you just… call me?”
“Did I not make myself clear?” Ye Qingxuan snickered. The sword of purification in his hands struck, slashing away the frenzied Firebird, and pressed towards the face that was as delicate as an artwork. “— The queen I serve shall not be a wh*re who only knows how to moan on the throne all day long!”
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“… Oh my.” On the deck of the Mountain of Nomadism, Shi Dong couldn’t help but cover his face, as he couldn’t bear to look at the scene anymore.
Only at the moment did he fully grasp just how good his Grand Inquisitor was at cutting people to the quick, how bitchy he was, and how offensive his words could be. Even though the opponent is a demon, but the words you spoke… are really too mean!
For some reason unknown, Shi Dong suddenly had a notion in his heart that as compared to the attainments in music theory, maybe Ye Qingxuan was even more talented in verbal fights.
Soon, seemingly mad roars and screams sounded from the shadow of Avalon. “Ye Qingxuan!!!”
At the moment, the queen had fallen into a completely frenzied rage, due to Ye Qingxuan’s words. “I’m going to cut your corpse up into ten thousand pieces!”
Scales resembling red hot iron emerged from her fair skin. As if a giant dragon was screaming, frenzied Firebird erupted from her body, skyrocketing and spreading in all directions.
In only an instant, it tore countless buildings apart, destroyed all the wreckage, and left rows of cracks in the wall of tower shields held up by the knights, making it fall apart.
In the blood-like Firebird, under the strengtening of the Pomp and Circumstance March, she had already completely ignited the bestiality in the dragon blood. The phantom of the red dragon emerged from the back of the queen regnant of blood and breathed out dragon fire that was almost tangible towards Ye Qingxuan.
597 The Chapter of the Golden Victory
In a flash, the red glow charged at Ye Qingxuan. But in the air, a buzz that sounded like countless wild bees flying rang out, as if innumerable wings are vibrating rapidly. The flames that swept towards him like wildfire was the most destructive form that the Firebird had evolved into.
Strengthened under Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1, the Firebird caused the dragon blood in Mary to boil and took on an almost
atavistic form of a red dragon. The extent to which Mary could control the Firebird also exceeded her past limit and achieved a terrifying level…
Ye Qingxuan’s hair stood on end. Although it looked like flames, the substance was not burning, nor was there any heat. It was actually splitting matter up on the scale of the smallest particles currently observable by human science.
The school of modifications summarized the effect of the sound of wild bees flying as ‘the ultimate decomposition’, and no tangible material could be spared. Wherever the flames shrouded, everything would be utterly destroyed into nothingness.
Such was the most terrifying aspect of the dragon blood.
In a flash, the barrier formed by Holy shattered. It was set up again, then shattered once more.
Ye Qingxuan quickly retreated. He had no intention to test out whether the clothes of original sin could withstand the flames of the Firebird. If it could, it would still be his loss. If it couldn’t, then the game would be up
At the moment, he regretted his b*tchy words a little. Regardless of the circumstances, a mad woman would always be more terrifying than a mad demon, let alone a mad female demon.
Ye Qingxuan could only feel a deep ridicule from fate. Trash talking is fun for a while, but look who the joke’s on now? Had you seen it coming, why would you have said so much?!
As the dragon fire swept, a dash of red flashed across, and the tower of shields held up high by an armored knight quietly collapsed into a grayish-white cloud of dust, along with more than half of the knight’s body. Half of the iron shell of armor fell to the ground, and blood gushed out belatedly, mixing with the dust that had piled on the ground and forming a pool of viscous slush.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, his free hand pressed towards the air beside him.
Nature interference.
The barrier of Holy rose from the ground and stacked in front of the knights, layer by layer, giving them a short window of time to retreat. At the same time, it trapped Ye Qingxuan and Mary inside. Behind Mary, the violent phantom of the red dragon turned its head, the dark and grotesque eyes looking at Ye Qingxuan.
The next moment, the dragon fire swiped at him. But at that very moment, Ye Qingxuan heard a hallucination-like sound. It seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had heard it. It was an almost indescribable low voice, like the roar of a beast, but it had a rhythm unique to languages.
Across the far distance, it rang in his ears, automatically guiding the changes of the music theory, which finally evolved into a speck of light. The light, with a dream-like radiance, disappeared in a flash. It seemed like a metal worn by time, with a texture visibly different from bronze, as well as black iron and silver.
It was a faint dark gold.
Its brilliance only lasted for a flash, like a sword swiping down. Although it was so tiny that it was difficult to detect, the raging dragon fire sweeping towards him disintegrated in front of the glow and rapidly dissipated without a trace.
Ye Qingxuan began to wonder if it was an illusion.
At that moment, what he felt… was Firebird? A Firebird as brilliant as gold?
As he stood in shock, the glow returned once more and approached Ye Qingxuan. Before it got close to him, it shattered into tiny flecks of light, then scattered over him.
“What is this?” Ye Qingxuan looked at his body, which was glowing faintly, yet to process the incident with his brain. The hallucination-like roar of the beast once again rang out in his ear, as if it was prompting him, Don’t waste time. Compared to the sound just now, the roar sounded a bit weak, but even more familiar…
Not having time to properly think about it, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously took a step forward. The moonlight shook and swiped forward like a blade. As the cold moonlight swiped down, and the gravitational pull of music theory twisted the surrounding matter, and a roar burst forth.
In the roar, the red tide was split open from the middle and parted to the sides, washing over the domain of Holy and causing the barrier to disintegrate. Moonlight extended forward, flashing across the fire, and a shrill roar rang out.
Mary screamed shrilly, as a forbidding scar appeared on the phantom of the red dragon. Dissipating Firebird spewed out of it viscously, just like blood.
In an instant, the red dragon had been damaged badly.
Not only the stunned Mary, but even Ye Qingxuan himself had not imagined that his attack would be so powerful.
Under the shine of the light, the Firebird actually turned into a breeze? It’s so smooth and simple that it’s incredible…
“Grand Inquisitor, what is this new approach of yours?” Shi Dong’s voice rang out in his ear. “How come I have not heard anything about you possessing such a unique ability?”
“To be honest, I don’t know either,” Ye Qingxuan said casually. “But, as you know, I have a noble character, my purity is comparable to that of a saint, I’m more devout than the pope, and my faith is so deeply moving that even the heavens and the earth are moved, so God has finally bestowed charism upon me… Isn’t it perfectly reasonable?”
Reasonable your ass!
Even Ye Qingxuan himself did not believe it.
“Look up.” Shi Dong sighed. “Look above you.”
Ye Qingxuan was surprised. When he looked up, he saw that a halo had risen above him before he even realized it. The dark golden glow turned into a crown, blessing him, and dissipated any Firebird heading his way into nothingness.
What… is this! Ye Qingxuan’s eyeballs almost popped out of his head.
Of course he knew what it was! He had seen the same signs on Bai Xi before. In the cemetery back then, Bai Xi strengthened herself with the movement taught by Hermes. It was as if she had God’s mandate and could conjure up great powers, making her almost unstoppable.
Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1! The same Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 has been strengthening me since God knows when! The question is, who is strengthening me?
Who can circumvent my perceptions and music theory, and without seeking my consent, silently strengthen me with it?! It couldn’t possibly be…? A ridiculous thought emerged in Ye Qingxuan’s mind.
Soon, Shi Dong’s prompt pulled him back to reality. “Instead of fussing over it, you have to speed up.” On the Mountain of Nomadism, Shi Dong looked up at the sun of darkness hanging high in the sky. “The Dark Sovereign’s actions are getting faster and faster. It won’t take long before he swallows up the whole of the shadow of Avalon…”
“I know, don’t rush me!” Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, stepped ahead, and swiped at the tide of dragon fire.
The clothes of original sin changed, an exoskeleton system quietly forming under his robes. It attached itself to him and propelled him forward rapidly. In an instant, Mary was close at hand.
Mary looked up in shock and her eyes widened, reflecting the indifferent face of Ye Qingxuan. The sword of the moonlight was held high, and it swiped down at the crystal crown on her head.
Bang! At the last moment, the crown of the King of Hell radiated a dark light, which formed a palm and clutched Ye Qingxuan’s blade tightly. The element of hell and the sword of purification collided, stirring up horrifying air gusts and roars.
“What is this?” The face of the Dark Sovereign appeared from within, staring at the halo on top of Ye Qingxuan, and sneered. “I almost forgot you also have the blood of the royal family of Anglo in you. Nice trick indeed, but unfortunately, it’s still not enough!” He held on to the sword of the moonlight with one hand and raised the other hand, supporting the sun of darkness in the sky above.
A terrifying gravitational pull erupted from it as countless rays of light collapsed within, turning it into a dark cave that swallowed everything, pulling the wreckage of Avalon into it nonstop. Under the horrifying gravitational pull, even light was distorted as it writhed around the dark cave and was finally sucked in.
In a flash, countless pieces of wreckage from the buildings in the shadow of Avalon wer
e pulled into it. Even the Mountain of Nomadism in the air let out a twisted, forlorn whine, operating at full force to resist the terrible gravitational pull of the scepter of hell.
“The scepter of hell is about to be complete…” The Dark Sovereign looked down at Ye Qingxuan, smirking evilly. “You are too slow.”
“Is that so?” Ye Qingxuan smiled in relief. “Maybe not.”
At that very moment, a loud noise rang out.
It was the roar of a beast.
It was like a wolf’s howl, an eagle’s screech, a whale’s song, and a lion’s roar!
In the ferocious roar, the shadow of Avalon disintegrated completely. Countless buildings collapsed in violent turmoil, the earth cracked and collapsed, but what emerged from beneath… was a burning golden radiance.
Everything in sight was ignited within it.
Under the cracks in the earth, light spurted out like a waterfall. It traveled against the gravity, and flew towards the sky, igniting and illuminating the entire dark world. Between the heavens and the earth, what was rippling was endless golden light.
It was the exact color that Ye Qingxuan was familiar with. It was what the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth had looked like back when it had not fallen to become the shadow of Avalon, the scepter that Arthur had inscribed in the stone sword—the Chapter of the Golden Victory!!!
But it was what shocked Ye Qingxuan, for the stone sword was not even here at all! Even if he had the stone sword in hand, it would be difficult for him to conjure up such a terrifyingly large-scaled phenomenon. It was simply as if the shadow of Avalon had been awakened!
In the endless golden brilliance, countless strands of music theory gathered together and intertwined. Under the performance of the piece in the form of roars of beasts, the mighty movement was formed. Finally, supplied with a massive amount of aether, it materialized vaguely. But the brilliance was too glaring, and Ye Qingxuan couldn’t see what it actually was.