Chapter 680 Quenching Thirst with Poison
Silver bow and bronze arrow. The design of the longbow was still the sa as how it was 600 years ago, while the bronze arrows, which had been buried for centuries, were already full of rust and decay. On the other hand, most of the enemy were scepters and were extrely powerful. Even the shortbows that children would play with looked much more powerful and formidable.
But in the instant when the bowstring tightened, everyone felt an indescribable sense of suffocation. It was as if their throats were slowly being tightened by an invisible string and there was a chill that crept slowly into their hearts. The sense of fear was so overwhelming that it almost took over all their senses and they could barely regain control of themselves.
The threat did not co from the longbow but from the person drawing it.
Just as a bone-piercing chill blew across, the arrow shot out and the hairs of all living creatures in the entire Ultimate stood up. They could barely suppress the urge to scream. The arrow flew directly towards Ye Qingxuan in silence. Why is it again?!
Ye Qingxuan was stunned to be singled out amongst so many. But he had no more ti to spare on remaining in a state of shock. In his perception, ti seed to have stopped. He could not dodge nor block the arrow. It was as if his impending doom was flying towards him in the form of the arrow. It was graceful and patient. The Firebird was surpassed without a sound. There was no reaction in the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth as a small gap was created.
At this mont, the Dragon of Gold was flying so slowly it was almost unbearable. The bronze arrow passed by the dragon easily before shredding the gigantic dragon's left wing and continuing towards Ye Qingxuan's heart. It pierced through without a sound. Every corner of the body trembled violently. The aura of doom spread out rapidly as bones crumbled into the wind. Organs began to rot, blood began to dry, and skin began to crack.
In the blink of an eye, all signs of life were destroyed. The circulation of aether was stopped the mont blood stopped circulating. The Symphony of Predestination, which had just been forged, was destroyed by this arrow and it dragged the remnants of Ye Qingxuan's will to the depths of darkness.
Everything had turned into ashes but a beam of electricity shot out amongst them. The Music Theory of Reform exploded from the greatest depth of the Symphony of Predestination as electricity instantly took shape and repaired the broken music theory, connected the Heaven Ladder and healed the will of Ye Qingxuan. It removed the doom of that arrow so that the heart started beating once again, blood was being created, organs were being repaired and bones were recovering. In one mont, there was only ashes and doom and in the next mont, death was denied and there was a revival.
Ye Qingxuan had fully exhausted all his energy. He sat down in a heap as he stretched his hands and used all his energy to pull out the arrow in his heart. His face was pale and he was extrely weak.
What was going on?! He had already been killed once. Although he was only on the brink of death this ti around, the reason he was still alive was because of his 'experience.'
If not for the fact that the Firebird and the bestiality of the Dragon of Gold had weakened that mysterious arrow layer by layer, or that he had already entered vacuum and was able to replace blood circulation with aether circulation, or that he had just forged a Symphony of Predestination, or because of the Music Theory of Reform, or because of his experience… If not for so many factors, he would have died long ago.
The strangest part of all was that this arrow was clearly just an ordinary arrow. It did not co with any intimidating sounds or terrifying music theory. It was just a simple bronze arrow that was rusty and decayed. By right, even 100,000 of these arrows should be capable of harming him.
Very soon, more and more people suffered the sa fate as him. From the mont Ye Qingxuan was shot, the rest had already tried to flee while almost everyone was prepared to defend themselves.
In complete silence, the white knight drew another arrow and notched it onto the longbow. Every single action was gentle and ticulous, yet extrely efficient. Ti seed to stack on top of one another at this mont. Everyone saw the white knight pulling back the longbow and aiming at them… In the next instant, countless illusions appeared around the white knight. There was a shrill explosion in the sky as if the arrow struck its target but the quiver was completely empty of arrows now! Soon after, falling stars! The number of scepters, who had been floating in the sky like stars, suddenly reduced by half in an instant. Anyone that had been struck by an arrow could only await death.
The remaining light dimd, just like candles that would eventually be blown out in the wind. In a single mont where he was caught off guard, the bronze arrow shot through the only remaining eye of the Second Prince. At this mont, the God of Thunder had beco completely blind.
Chopin flew out as he was surrounded by music theories that were in a ss. No one knew when a circular mirror had appeared in his hands. There was a lethal bronze arrow stuck on this mirror, which ant that the latter had saved him from certain death. However, it was clear that he was not in good shape as well, as he was barely catching his breath while seeking out the white knight.
At this very mont, the Ultimate extended, and Yuan Jing, who had been kneeling, suddenly vomited blood. There was a crack on the long sword in front of him and the soul in it was moaning. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the broken pieces of the Ultimate fell from the sky and eventually landed on the ground.
"Do you feel it?" At this mont, Ye Qingxuan heard a voice that he least wanted to hear. "This is his projection of elent."
Paganini!
Amidst the 24 illusional realms, Paganini was destroying one fulcrum after another slowly and steadily. He was in no hurry to break through. Instead, he was giving Ye Qingxuan trendous pressure by forcing him to maintain the integrity of the cage with all his power. Otherwise, Ye Qingxuan would have to be prepared to accept the worst outco. No way to advance nor retreat. It would be like quenching thirst with poison.
"…" Ye Qingxuan could not help but curse. His expression was solemn as he raised the Staff of Fate slowly to prepare to receive the next blow. At the very least, he must figure what exactly that thing was…
But in that very instant, deep sounds of drums could be heard from the seas far away. They might be weak but they eventually made their way to Ye Qingxuan. It was as if an invisible arm was pulling at him gently and was trying to drag him to sowhere else. He turned back to glance at the place where the drums could be heard. It was Asgard's stronghold on the sea.
The Second Prince spoke to him, "Ye Qingxuan, we need to talk."
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a mont. Soon after, his music theory connected to the pulling of the drums. In the next instant, he felt as if ti had stopped. No, ti in the outside world had not stopped, only in the place where he was.
In that instant, between the realm of aether and the physical world, a narrow interlayer was gradually being widened. This narrow interlayer, which was hidden within the chaotic turbulence, was pulling his consciousness in. No physical objects existed here, only perception and senses.
Through the interlayer, he was able to observe the world that was stagnating now. It was like looking at a gigantic piece of painting on the wall. You could see every detail in one glance. Shortly after, a Symphony of Predestination that had been embedded with divinity ca and transford into the form of the Second Prince. However, at this mont, he did not seem to be in good shape. His only remaining eye was already rotting, while only the divine fla in his left eye was still burning furiously.
"The situation is out of control, Ye Qingxuan." The figure of the Second Prince appeared beside Ye Qingxuan and suggested, "We can work together. Asgard and Anglo and split the Ultimate evenly and develop together."
"Why should we split it evenly?" Ye Qingxuan countered, "Based on the current situation, I should be getting more, shouldn't I?"
The Second Prince frowned. "But the risks and dangers that you are facing are imnse. With the stronghold on the sea, we can easily escape unscathed, but what about you?"
"I can give all these to the Sacred City. Don't forget, I also hold the title of Archbishop." Ye Qingxuan refused to give in. "But if you choose to leave, then don't expect to gain anything out of this. In other words, you would have taken the blow of that arrow for nothing. Besides, if I have guessed correctly, there must be elents of revenge in your catastrophe weapon. If you do not seek revenge, it will be difficult for the compatibility between both of you to increase further. For all you know, it may even decrease."
The Second Prince's face contorted slightly as if he had been lightly jabbed at the sides. His tone beca cold. "With the attitude that you have right now, I think it will be difficult for us to negotiate."
"You are the ones that want to negotiate, not , right?" Ye Qingxuan sought an exorbitant price, yet did not wish to force the Second Prince into a corner either. He decided to change the topic. "We are running out of ti. Let's just speak frankly with each other. Why don't we let the friend who has been watching us all this while join in?"
The Second Prince stayed silent for a mont as if he was listening for sothing. Shortly after, another figure appeared out of nowhere. It was an old man who was holding a mud block. The mud block was filled with wedge-shaped music notes. This figure was surrounded by complex music theories. They extended into the void and connected with the entire fault as one body. Perhaps, he was the one controlling all these after all.
"This 'lens' is your scepter?" Ye Qingxuan sighed lightly. "Not a bad idea."
"The Chief Inquisitor is indeed sharp." The old man laughed bitterly. He did not expect to be figured out so quickly.
If Ye Qingxuan was right; there was no way the lens could contain any physical objects. The lens could only allow for consciousness to be projected into the fault of aether and could be used to observe reality.
This old musician, who was of the School of Revelation, had given up all his powers and even molded his scepter into its current state. He was not like the other musicians, who tried to ensure that their scepters were in the depths of the realm of aether in order to get closer to the Originator. It was unbelievable how deviated his ways were. He had chosen to sacrifice the revelation he had received from the Originator and the opportunity to peek into the future in exchange for the formidable observation skills of the 'present.'
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