Silent Crown

by Feng Yue

  “I’m here to kill you.”

  Bang! He could feel violent quakes coming from the blade, as if it had directly hit something unbreakable. From the countless branches, all the way to the backbone of the sword, countless strands of music theory shook nonstop, whining forlornly in pain.

  The blade striking down was abruptly stopped.

  It stopped before an extended palm.

  It was mere millimeters away from the wound left by Wolf Flute.

  And yet, it seemed as far away from the palm as the abyss was from the sky. No matter how much force Ye Qingxuan exerted, it did not move forward for even the slightest bit.

  The attack had come to an end.

  It wasn’t until the light went out then Charles lowered his head and sighed softly. “I thought you would try to persuade me first.”

  “Yeah, according to the pre-set plan, it should have gone like that.” Ye Qingxuan nodded and admitted it. “But I thought about it and decided to put myself in your shoes. If you were the one persuading me, would I stop?”

  “So, what’s your answer?” Charles asked.

  “I think probably not.” Ye Qingxuan clenched his hilt and gazed into Charles’ eyes. “So, instead of wasting time, why not proceed directly to the sneak attack storyline that everyone is very familiar with?”

  Despite weapons being drawn, the pair of eyes still had no trace of anger or sadness in them.

  They were simply filled with calmness.

  An unshakable calmness.

  “There’s one thing that I’m very curious about.” Charles asked softly, “I know that my existence is a source of trouble that must be taken care of to many people, but I don’t think they can persuade you.

  “Although I knew what you want to do the moment you came here, I really couldn’t figure it out…

  “Little Yezi, do you have any particular reason to want to kill me?”

  “Of course not,” was Ye Qingxuan’s answer. “I thought about plenty of things along the way, but actually… There is no reason that compels me to kill you… I am still thinking about it just now, maybe a being like you will be a qualified and selfless god.

  “Please, believe me, I meant it sincerely.”

  “Then why…” Charles began

  “But, as compared to the paradise you have created today,” Ye Qingxuan interrupted his words, no longer able to endure the pain in his heart, “I would rather see hell here!”

  At the moment, the projection of the Net of Aether emerged from behind him, and the music theory of From the New World emerged from the outline of the Holy Cauldron. Tens of millions of movements extracted the endless aether, rising into the sky like stars, and turned into a torrent sweeping towards Charles.

  A horrifying wave of heat erupted in an instant, burning the entire mountain range red. Countless pools of lava were swept up by the hurricane, gushing in all directions.

  In the Föhn wind that exuded a dazzling high temperature, the animals were instantly turned into ashes, and the streams evaporated completely, revealing the dry riverbed. Milk and honey condensed into lumps and were then burnt into black charcoal. The lake of fine wine was ignited, and the burning fire extended into the distance.

  In Ye Qingxuan’s hands, the paradise was burned.

  Forlorn whines sounded from afar, cries and shouts ringing out, once again flooding the world.

  “Don’t be afraid.” A gentle voice rang in the ears of every crying person. “It will soon end. You will have a peaceful and tranquil life once more, and salvation has never left.

  “Therefore, you need not endure in silence.

  “If you are in pain, you may cry out loud.

  “If you are in despair, you may roar and shout.

  “As compared to the paradise you will get to enjoy, such an incident is just an insignificant memory.”

  Amid the ground fire and lava, a barefooted figure appeared, walking on the fire. Wherever he passed, all the flames and pain disappeared without a trace. A clear stream of water spurted out of the riverbed, winding and flowing.

  The burning people also stopped crying, even though they were not cured, they could feel no more pain. They just bathed in the glory of God, softly bidding farewell to their families, smiling as they closed their eyes.

  They calmly greeted death.

  The paradise had returned.

  Everything was as peaceful as the kingdom of heaven.

  Despite being the kingdom of heaven, despite it being so beautiful…

  It was an incredible eyesore to Ye Qingxuan.

  Perhaps all of it was true, perhaps paradise had really descended upon the world, but just watching it made Ye Qingxuan furious beyond restraint.

  If this place had been hell…

  If Charles had created hell…

  Maybe I could have felt his pain, maybe, I could still have…

  However, Ye Qingxuan saw no flames nor residual anger.

  The original sin of all humans had been left outside the godly domain.

  Here is paradise.

  It is a truly perfect kingdom of heaven.

  Perhaps, Charles will be a qualified and just god. Perhaps nothing bad will come from Charles controlling the world. Perhaps human beings can usher in happiness or redemption or whatever after the old world is destroyed.

  But none of it matters.

  What Ye Qingxuan wanted had never been such goddamn ideas! Compared to what had been sacrificed, the so-called “redemption” was simply not worth mentioning.

  “How can you still laugh, Charles?” Ye Qingxuan demanded hoarsely. Just gazing at Charles’ face, made him roar uncontrollably. “How many memories have you given up, including our teacher?”

  What answered him was some sort of merciful smile. It really seemed like that of a god overlooking the sufferings in the mortal realm after distancing Himself from the human world, spilling down mercy.

  He abandoned anger and obtained peace.

  He stayed away from sorrow and gained joy.

  He refused suffering and ushered in redemption.

  But, Charles…

  If you abandon even hatred, what on earth do you want to turn yourself into?

  Ye Qingxuan shouted, “Haven’t you sacrificed enough, Charles! To what extent are you going to destroy yourself before you are willing to stop?”

  Ye Qingxuan’s expression was distorted in rage, as he stared at the smiling Son of God in front of him, and he could not bear the cracking pain in his heart. “Do you really… want to be a god so desperately?!”

  At the moment, propelled by his rage and pain, the New Testament sword whined forlornly as it cracked.

  Innumerable cracks appeared on it.

  The weapon that Ye Qingxuan had cast with everything he had was no longer able to withstand Ye Qingxuan using it with full force at the moment. Even the arrays of the Tree of World could hardly accommodate the violent music theory.

  The horrifying impact of countless suns bursting erupted from it nonstop.

  It continued until the New Testament sword completely disintegrated, causing the steel, which was eroded by aether, to turn into a stream of light so magnificent that one could not look straight at it. Pure power descended in Ye Qingxuan’s hands, striking forward!

  It struck at the god!

  The mighty stream of light collided with the power of the god, causing chaotic torrents to erupt and throwing the entire realm of aether into turmoil.

  But Charles’ expression did not change.

  He did not even counterattack.

  Below the vast stream of light of rage, he merely protected the paradise behind him, the fragile world he built.

  He simply looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was close at hand.

  His gaze was full of pity.

  It caused all the destruction to disintegrate, and all power lost meaning.

  It made Ye Qingxuan almost tear up.

  “Don’t you have even the slightest trace of hatred?” He looked at the god in front
of him, almost pleading. “Acknowledge your pain, Charles, go exact revenge, go create hell!

  “At least that way, you will still be you!”

  “Hell?” Charles shook his head in disappointment. “Haven’t you seen enough of such things outside?” He reached out and held the horrifying brilliance that struck down at him.

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  He let the uncontrolled power burn his palm, but it failed to leave any scar on the palm.

  In the end, it completely dissipated.

  All of it was in vain.

  “Little Yezi, I’ve never wanted to retaliate against anyone.” Ye Qingxuan heard the calm voice of Charles. “Because revenge never had anything meaning.

  “I have told you long ago: I want to end it all forever.”

  In the silence, the god stood in front of the paradise, gazing at the human. “I will overthrow the cruel and cold world, let the paradise cover everything, and grant everyone redemption.”

  At the moment, the paradise shook.

  Grand singing rang from the deepest part of the realm of aether.

  In the observation of musicians, a holy brilliance that seemed eternal lit up in the silent Eden.

  On the barren land of the Caucasus, the huge tree of light rumbled, once again beginning to grow after ten days of silence.

  It grew towards the heavens and the earth, towards the distance, towards the whole world. Countless bramble-like systems of roots pierced through the crust of the earth, anchoring down the roots, then spread out from the soil, digging up the earth, shaking the mountains and rivers, and extracting vitality from all living things.

  In a flash, it expanded several times.

  Wherever it passed, everything descended into silence.

  Only the magnificent melody of the paradise growing was left between the heavens and the earth.

  Tugged by the paradise, the sea of aether evaporated completely, and the realm of aether and the physical world were forcibly merged together. It was as if an invisible palm had forcibly pulled two parallel strings together and tightened them.

  In the upheaval, the heavens and the earth had fallen apart.

  But in the horrible disaster, no sound of screaming and crying could be heard.

  On the earth covered in brambles, all human beings had disintegrated like dust, instantly, blending into the brambles. After losing their bodies, they were whisked away from the sufferings of the mortal world and entered the paradise.

  Redemption was sprinkled all over the world.

  “Has it finally started?” Amid the turbulent waves in the sea of ice, on the broken ice floe, Bach ignited his last cigarette and gazed silently at the kingdom of god.

  After losing the support provided by the music theory of the King of Blue, at the moment, he was in an even worse condition than the ordinary musician, and could hardly even keep his fake heart beating.

  But at the moment, his eyes had a light in them, as if he was burning his soul to resist death.

  At least, please let me see the final outcome…