Capítulo 927: Chapter 460: Revelation, Ancient Yinduo, the Calamity of Lost Voices! (Second Supplent)
Ahaxia’s strength still lingered at Level 4. Now, his help to Ronan was minimal, yet Ronan summoned him because of the Ancient Yinduo rune inscribed within Ahaxia’s body.
Ronan carefully scrutinized the statue before him, sensing no rune or spell fluctuations on it.
Pondering, Ronan extended a finger, gently touching a rib on the wizard’s chest of the statue.
“Ding——”
Like an icicle striking a crystal plate, the spot where Ronan’s fingertip touched the stone rib of the statue emitted a sound akin to a piano key.
This sound resonated from the depths of Ronan’s soul, indescribably enchanting and captivating. Ronan was surprised, but before he could attempt to touch a second rib, the sound began to distort bizarrely, becoming unbearably high-pitched and shrill.
“Ah——”
It was as if countless people scread into Ronan’s ears simultaneously. The terrifying soundwaves exploded directly in Ronan’s mind, akin to a sonic nuclear blast.
Ronan’s body trembled violently, his pupils dilated. He felt every inch of his blood and flesh, his organs, his brain, even his soul, vibrating intensely.
Blood trickled down in winding paths from his eyes, nose, and ears almost simultaneously.
Ronan’s body stiffened. Before his vision completely blurred, he glimpsed Ahaxia also seemingly enduring this unimaginable pain.
He watched as Ahaxia clasped his head, his face contorting and exploding into a swirling mass of soul mist. Afterward… Ronan sensed nothing.
This terrifying assault, erupting from within, seed to last an eternity before finally ending.
Ronan struggled to recover from the remnants of the sound. Upon introspection, he found that just this one wave of sound had reduced his body’s life liquid core to less than half its original size.
The soul mist ford by Ahaxia roiled weakly nearby, its aura diminished to less than a third of its forr strength, falling completely below Level 4.
“What… is this?”
Ronan panted, reaching up to wipe the blood from his face.
Suddenly, he realized sothing.
“No, that’s not right!”
Ignoring the rending pain coursing through his body, Ronan abruptly propped himself up and quickly moved his lips….
Monts later, he stopped in disbelief, his gaze wandering dazedly around, finally resting on the wizard statue with ribs like piano keys, its chest torn open before him.
Sound!
All sound had vanished.
In this place, no matter what he did, he could not produce the slightest noise.
It was as if a mysterious and vast power, an incomprehensible set of rules, forcibly stripped away all the sound from this space.
This place was utterly devoid of sound, a complete Land of Silence.
Ronan’s eyes flickered as he extended his hand, transforming the Titanium Flow into the form of a Dragon Spine Longsword.
Each tal bone fragnt on the sword vibrated rapidly, yet it could not produce any sound.
The longsword hovered above the statue’s head but did not fall.
Suddenly, Ronan took a deep breath, retracted the titanium and the weakened Ahaxia, and continued deeper into the relics.
Here, he saw more bizarre sculptures.
Like the first statue he encountered, nearly every statue was a wizard transford.
So pulled out their tendons to play like strings; so tore off their skin to cover drums and beat them; so extracted their own throats to blow like organs; others dismantled their leg bones to strike with abandon…
No matter the statue, each face was filled with excitent and fervor, all facing the sa direction, as if imrsed in the most joyful and delightful thing in the world.
Their expressions and movents ford an extrely stark contrast, presenting an indescribably eerie atmosphere in the completely soundless environnt.
“In that place, maybe that place holds the answers I seek.”
Ronan fixated on the direction all the statues faced, biting his teeth as he rushed towards the depths shrouded in gray mist.
The gale blew his robes, yet no sound was made; within the flowing gray mist, it seed as though a vast, invisible, and terrifying presence awaited quietly for Ronan to throw himself into its net.
Ronan did not know how long he traversed within the gray mist; the further he went inward, the denser it beca.
Until the mist grew so thick it was as viscous as water, Ronan suddenly pushed forward, as if passing through a heavy barrier, the scene before him abruptly beca bright.
Countless intricate and exquisite musical notes floated like bubbles throughout the Void. Ronan saw a very tall, slender figure sitting on the ground, back facing him, shoulders shaking continuously as if weeping into their hands.
Ronan slowed his pace, stepping slowly towards the giant luminous figure.
The latter, seemingly aware of his presence, ceased crying and slowly twisted its equally slender head around 180 degrees.
When Ronan saw the front of the figure’s face, in that instant, it was as if so invisible force struck him hard.
He was stunned, his body tensed, standing like a statue, unmoving.
The enormous figure’s face was covered with countless wizard faces, lacking throats yet still trying to make sounds with open mouths.
These nurous moving faces ford the figure’s features, countless eyes stared intently at Ronan.
Suddenly, the giant figure’s mouth opened wide, issuing a silent scream at Ronan—
“Boom!”
At that mont, a massive torrent of information poured into Ronan’s mind, countless images flashing rapidly before his eyes.
An ancient royal family, sealed away for countless ages, slowly unfolded before him.
Secrets, disaster.
In the vast space, a huge and a small figure silently confronted each other.
Ronan’s pupils unfocused, his lips trembling, murmuring a few words.
“Ancient Yinduo… The Silence Catastrophe….”
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Second update, to be continued.
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