Silent Crown

Chapter 665 Electricity

It lasted for only a moment in the falling illusory land and in the collapsing consciousness. The movement was completely burnt to nothingness as countless music theories were completely evaporated within the blazing flame. Within the element of the Originator, not a single music note remained. The flames continued to burn even when the ashes have already dissipated.

The expression on the King of the Sun's face changed. He could sense that something still remained within the element of fire that had completely melted away all of Ye Qingxuan's power. There was a power that could not be obliterated within the layers of ashes.

Ye Qingxuan was still alive!

Shortly after, the first music note flowed, followed by the second and the third. Very soon, music theories gushed out from the blazing fire like a waterfall. It was as if Pandora's Box had been opened and all the catastrophes have been completely unleashed. Not only did those music theories not dissipate under the burning and impact of the flames, but they solidified instead. The King of the Sun was taken aback momentarily before realization finally dawned on him and he let out a roar of anger.

Alchemy? It was actually alchemy! He was using the flames as a cauldron for the Symphony of Predestination that he had just created. Subsequently, he borrowed the blazing fire to forge his own music theory!

B*stard!

That lunatic was crazy enough to use his consciousness and power and everything he had and turn them into resources. It was as if countless metals had been thrown into an alchemy furnace that was as if tens of thousands of degrees Celsius in order to turn them into new alloys. All the dregs that were unable to survive the high temperature would be completely eliminated. The power that could remain would have already passed the test of billions of years and would have achieved its most perfect state.

And now, it was time to start the furnace. "Perfection" emerged from the furnace. The flames were shredded from within by the blinding light and the terrible sound that seemed to torment the entire world.

It was lightning. Only lightning could produce flames that were this blinding, so much so that they resembled molten metal that was flowing in the sky. Countless streaks of lightning crossed each other to form the vague humanoid outlines. The intense light shredded the air, as if countless instrumental chords were being strummed and performed, producing ear-piercing sounds. But when the sounds of countless streams of lightning gathered together to form a brand new melody, only to be governed by the will from within, an incredible unity and harmony was produced. It was perfect and flawless.

This was a qualitative change. A real qualitative change had finally taken place. Just as Abraham's movement contained metallic friction, at this moment, Ye Qingxuan's music theory also possessed a unique quality.

"Lightning? No, it is just pure electricity." Within the vague outline, the flow of electricity trembled and ear-piercing shrieks gathered together to form a hoarse voice. "When the 'way of deciphering' has been advanced to the very end, both sides will clash and produce electricity?"

At this moment, within the countless streaks of electricity, billions of music theories were either being born or extinguished, and in every single second, music theories were clashing with each other billions of times at speeds that were unimaginable to humans. But due to the restriction of the way of deciphering, even if there could be no way to perceive or control, the vast and boundless power continued to be restrained within Ye Qingxuan's will.

No matter how turbulent the power might be, it would continue to advance on a stable path. Underneath the surface of the turmoil, the beauty of harmony was demonstrated every single moment. Just like a machine. The Holy Caldron was the positive end while the abyss projection was the negative end. Their collision resulted in a state of Quiet Moon that was more berserk and turbulent, which was nothing he could have ever imagined. Using this as the core, all of Ye Qingxuan's music theories had all been connected into a series.

A brand new Symphony of Predestination had been forged from the flames and within the ashes.

"Is it very disappointing that I'm not dead?" Within the chaotic streaks of electricity, Ye Qingxuan's face gradually appeared. He stared at the enraged kings before laughing uproariously. "Don't be so upset. I have more bad news for all of you."

Boom! Burning hot electricity shot out of Ye Qingxuan's eyes. He took the first step towards the sky. He opened his lips and with a booming clap of thunder, he declared, "Let me tell you, everything that you have left behind will be completely dismantled and taken apart!"

The ground shook. Against the attacks of the projections of the kings, he kept moving forward. His body was constantly being broken and reborn, all the while shortening the distance between them. The sound of thunder was still reverberating, causing the walls to crack, the pillars to break and metals to rust.

"Let me tell all of you…

"The epoch that all of you had planned for has long been destroyed by the people that came after you!

"The countries that all of you have left behind have all turned into breeding grounds for decay!

"The future that all of you have imagined has turned into the fuel for rebellion.

"The world that all of you thought you saved is about to be buried underneath the system that you left behind!"

In the end, the figure that was shrouded by electricity was close enough. The figure that was originally slender in frame was now a huge giant. The King of the Sun was held within his palms before all five fingers closed and tightened very slowly. At this moment, all the kings looked so miniscule. Just like dust.

Ye Qingxuan smiled teasingly. "Now, shall we discuss again whether I deserve to possess this power?"

Underneath the crown, the King of the Sun's expression was withered and rotten. His eyes were red with rage. "I curse you, rebel! A person like you has no right stepping into the halls of the Ultimate!"

"As you say. Anything you say." Ye Qingxuan tightened his fingers indifferently. "Goodbye to all my kings. My character shall not be judged by all of you anymore; my life no longer needs to be decided by people who are way past their times; my future shall not be sacrificed for your world."

Boom! Streaks of electricity shot out. The outline of the blazing sun was completely shredded and the elements collapsed. The body of the King of the Sun was decimated instantly, leaving behind the ancient crown, which fell through the gaps of Ye Qingxuan's fingers and smashed onto the ground and turned into dust. But the berserk electricity continued.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned back and stared coldly at the door of the hall that was tightly shut. "To the thing that's behind those doors, do you hear me!" Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself as if the hoarse voice could reverberate between heaven and earth. "My life belongs only to me!"

In the next instant, streaks of electricity shot out as chaotic and booming melody played as the door suddenly opened.

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In the silent darkness, there was a sudden sound of something breaking. The surface of the exquisite and beautiful octagonal crystal was full of cracks. The surrounding dim flames were multiplied and reflected by the crystal into countless types of flames. Some of them were like a furnace fire while others were like molten lava. Some of them were dim and dull while others were blazing as if they intended to burn down the entire world.

As the crystal cracked, the path towards the Ultimate was also broken. The person who had been meditating finally woke up. A scar that seemed to be caused by a streak of electricity appeared on the face of the androgynous person. The scar healed quickly, only to burst open. It healed again for a second time, only to burst open once again. Streaks of electricity danced within the crack and it appeared as if it would not be extinguished easily. There was a foul burnt smell.

"He has discovered me." Paganini frowned. He stretched out his hand and touched the scar on his forehead. There was a sliver of electricity on his fingertips. Remnants of electricity on his fingertips shone light on his face, which remained expressionless.

He looked at the electricity and pondered. What is this?