Chapter 436 Projection of the Originator
Two hours ago, martial law began in the Central Church of the Holy Resurrection Church.
"It should be starting soon, right?" The Silent musician smoking outside looked toward the Central Church. Under the grating of iron, the steel walls opened slowly. Gears spun and opened. Layers of machinery unfurled, extending toward the sky. It was like a giant rising and reaching out.
After the rail machine finished preheating, hot steam ran through the copper tubes with the low whistle of raging wind. The stops adjusted and six layers of keyboards opened. Two thousand and four hundred pipes pierced through the wall and into the sky, spitting out air, preparing a heart-stopping sound.
The next mont, the hymn began. The sacred choir began to sing in unison. The hymn spread through the air. Under the joint effort of six musicians, the organ burst with music as if it wanted to drag the solemn music to heaven. Scalding steam suffused the air, creating colorful rays of light.
Inside the Central Church, it was silent save for the solemn lody. All the spectators were sitting in their seats, staring intently at the vast array. Ye Qingxuan stood in the aisle of the last row and squinted.
A ray of light fell from the ceiling, falling onto Samuel's body. He was sitting within the alchemy array. He allowed the hot copper nails to pierce into his bones one by one and connect with his veins. Blood flowed from the thin nails and into the rcury, spreading quickly. He had beco one with the alchemy array.
Sothing seed to co out of the old man's body. It followed the countless lines and flowed into the alchemy array. It connected with the Central Church, binding Samuel to the entire Holy Resurrection Church. Now, the church had beco his body. It helped him bear the imnse pressure.
Samuel took in a deep breath and opened his eyes. Behind him, the six musicians beside the large organ had been forced back by the pressure.
The six-layered organ shook. Under Samuel's control, it roared deafeningly. Chaotic aether flooded out into all directions. However, under the music theory's restriction, the aether converged. It crashed in every inch of the air, evolving toward the final point. The vast array expanded, absorbing the aether flood. The symphony of predestination rose slowly within it. It should be insubstantial but now, the symphony was tangible.
Countless music notes flowed within. Intervals ford, the music theory was constructed until, finally, it transford into an imnse and dazzling three-dinsional music score. It was like a cruel lody echoing through the dark church in the long night. The eerie lody, devoid of any gentleness or pity, resounded. It called for the aether, distorted the temperant, and tore reality apart.
Thus, a gaping hole opened above the vast array! The nonexistent aether sea beca real and flowed through. The aether sea had appeared!
Ye Qingxuan held his breath instinctively. His eyes widened, greedily sensing the aura that was spreading. His interpretation thod operated at top speed.
"It's starting."
Boom! Under the rising organ lody, the symphony of predestination shook. The eerie lody resounded, changing the aether sea. Samuel was 'falling' toward the depths of the aether sea…the lowest level… Finally, the boiling silver light disappeared suddenly. It was as if an invisible wall had been shattered.
He had entered the aether world!
That mont, everyone sat straighter involuntarily and looked forward, studying the territory around Samuel. It was the aether world that only existed in theories and philosophy. It was an indescribable territory of miracles. So scholars believed that it was the lowest level of the aether world, the foundation of the world. Everything was built upon it.
Others believed that this was the truest appearance of the material world. However, it was beyond a man's eyes and sensory organs. Just as one could not describe colors that one could not see, they could only use aether to get a glimpse of an observation.
The priests said that this was the final resting place, creating a sea of souls. Explorers strongly believed that it was the source of all mysteries and that the truth was hidden within it. Countless musicians were willing to sacrifice everything to see what it looked like.
Now, Samuel had finally destroyed the wall that stood between the material and aether world, opening a new territory that belonged to himself. All was blank here; it awaited Samuel's creation.
To those who did not understand music theory, it was empty here. Nothing had happened. However, to musicians, everything was different. Everyone observed sothing different through their different music theory and sound of hearts.
So saw the original darkness of the universe. The vast starry sky grew out of the darkness and shot out. Others saw elents changing dramatically. Earth, wind, fire, and wind boiled in a giant cauldron…
But through the emptiness, Ye Qingxuan saw the faraway cetery—it was the lost scepter of the Ye family inside the aether world. Guided by Jiu Xiao Huan Pei, he once again saw the insubstantial world.
Then, the emptiness opened up. In the emptiness, different music theories created elents. The first was 'blood.'
A strand of blood floated out of Samuel's body. Under the lody and music theory's expression, the existence of the 'original blood' was carved into the aether world. Next, the solemn music theory entered and an endless music score opened.
The grandmasters present let out sharp gasps. No one had ever completed the first step so successfully. It was clear that Samuel had put all his blood, sweat, and tears into the 'original blood.'
Next, the music score opened up. The 'inheritance' elent followed. Using the original blood as foundation, the music theory was inherited, opening up the future path. Everything operated smoothly until countless music scores converged.
Before dumbfounded stares, the upper elent that represented 'life' converged successfully in the wild aether waves. The old Samuel changed instantly. It was as if ti had turned back. His graying hair turned black, his wrinkles faded, and his muddled eyes sharpened.
Instantly, the ailing musician at the seat no longer existed. Instead, he was a coldly handso and young noble. His lips were red as blood and his eyes had a magnetic pull.
The symphony of predestination was at its climax.
Under the glorious lody, the legend of the 'blood tribe' was completed. It was fully written into the aether world. As Samuel transford into the first blood musician of history, the scepter's solidification reached the most critical point.
Within the aether world's blurry projection, sothing huge appeared.
In a daze, Ye Qingxuan seed to see a giant vortex. The black thing seed to co from the deepest part of the world, pulling everything into it. But in the next mont, he saw a blazing sun. It was radiant and seed to radiate with endless light and heat.
The two contradicting feelings combined into two sides of the sa object that kept changing. The spectators all felt a sharp attack to their sanity. It was as if a thought was constantly being overwritten and their heads would crack apart.
Ye Qingxuan paled considerably. Capillaries erged in his eyes.
Wolf Flute reached out to his shoulder. Wolf howls sounded in Ye Qingxuan's mind suddenly. The illusory beastly nature entered his consciousness, forcing him to stop observing.
"Don't look!" Wolf Flute murmured. "That's the projection of the Origination. If you're not at the level, looking at it is more harm than good."
Snapping out of it, Ye Qingxuan breathed heavily with sweat rolling down his back. Even if he did not look with his eyes, he could sense the large projection descend from the depths of the aether world. It converged here and lded into the elent. Finally, the majestic symphony of predestination evolved into the beautiful crystallization of the legend.
The music theory collapsed and the entire music score solidified. It looked like a red ruby with a beautiful sheen. It was Samuel's scepter! The crystallization was complete!
Everyone let out relieved sighs and murmured praises. Starting today, there would be a new scepter in the Sacred City and there would most likely be a new saint in the world. What na and instrunt would be given to him?
Just as everyone was deep in thought, a horrible scream sounded. Within the alchemy array, the bloody rcury bubbled, evaporated, and rose. Under the layers of tubes, Samuel scread. His blood seed to be boiling. Blue veins erged under his pale skin, making him seem ugly and monstrous.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Under a series of loud booms, the copper nails popped out of his body. Hot bloody vapor suffused the air with a rotting odor. The scepter had lded into his body but it seed that Samuel was being stabbed by countless swords. He struggled and twisted in pain. Extrely thick blood light shot from his body, transforming into a beam of scarlet light. It pierced the ceiling and shot into the sky.
When Ye Qingxuan snapped out of his shocked daze, he felt a chilling freeze. Even he could see that the music theories on the newly created scepter were struggling. It was as if strong acid and base were poured into the sa beaker. They fought each other, about to break apart!
"There's a problem!"
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