Silent Crown

Chapter 348 The Hole of Destruction and the Holy Spirit's Incarnate

Ye Qingxuan observed the aether sea and saw countless wild waves. Rays of light shot out like ripples in a starry sky. They rose, exploded, extinguished, and formed an unobservable black territory. The explosions were swallowed by the darkness. All sound became unclear and strange. However, a speck of light appeared. Someone sang The Eclogues hoarsely, "O traveler from afar, 'twas a god vouchsafed this ease to us…"

Amidst the clanking of chains, the burning skull was lifted. Its mouth was filled with melted gold but it continued to sing loudly in the darkness. "See how it totters-the world's orbed might; Earth and wide ocean, and the vault profound; All, see, enraptured of the coming time!"

Thus, the aether sea was in turmoil. The radiant song that had recorded years of glory awoke the power sleeping within the aether world. It passed through the nine levels of the aether sea and fell upon the material world. A blazing sun ascended. It shone with boundless radiance. This was the Romulusian Empire's light of glory!

Darkness shattered the moment his scepter was ignited. The aether sea was no longer in upheaval. All chaos returned to serenity; all aether was singing for the empire's radiant glory!

All other music scores stopped abruptly. The musicians who had reached the Resonance level paled, their organs close to failing. Their sound of hearts had been hit by the Romulusian saint's symphony of predestination and almost shattered.

It was worse for the official musicians who had not finished the sublimation of their heart of sounds. Just the aftershock was enough to completely break them down. Black blood seeped from the noses and mouths of those who were still standing. They suffered grave internal injuries.

In reality, those who had not collapsed from directly facing a Scepter were already considered elites of the group. Amongst them, Ye Qingxuan was in the best state. He was only an official musician, but his heart was the sub-originator created by the Avalonian enchantment. He had made the sub-originator independent from the outside world after understanding natural interference. Thus, he was affected the least.

However, the situation at hand was worse than worse. Ye Qingxuan did not know who the saint was but he was definitely a fervent protector of Romulus to sing of Romulus's former glory in his symphony of predestination.

Blessed by the territory, everything that had fallen now regained their luster. The most obvious were the clay puppet warriors… Under the light, they upgraded from dead objects and transformed into giants. They were covered in dragon scale armor and held weapons shrouded in lightning and fire. They seemed to be blessed by a god.

Countless breaths overlapped. Like the muffled wind before a thunderstorm, the destructive power of wind and lightning brewed within. Under the light, they became god's messengers and an immortal army.

As the saint raised the scepter, the almost-legendary army under the dazzling light yelled in the ancient language and advanced toward the invaders.

The survivors paled considerably. This army was enough to kill all of them, let alone the skeleton in the center. Under the symphony of predestination's pressure, the majority of them could no longer fight. If they could not orchestrate a decent attack, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

The gears in Ye Qingxuan's brain spun as his expression darkened. Originally, his worst case scenario was the entire underground palace being pulled into the aether world. However, this situation was not much better. Territory from the aether world covered the material world, changing the rules and physics. They were reduced to ants under the scepter.

Scepter…scepter…wait, why did the supervising grandmasters not come out yet? Were they waiting for these young elite musicians to all die and be buried in this palace before they came and avenged their deaths? Or did they think the musicians could solve this crisis? If that was the case…

Ye Qingxuan furrowed his brows. He pushed back against the heavy light with difficulty and looked back at Colt. The man's expression was calm under the heavy pressure. He did not seem to feel any fear.

Sensing Ye Qingxuan's gaze, he smiled mysteriously. Twisting his ring, he quietly put several layers of shields on Ye Qingxuan. Then he stepped back soundlessly and hid into the crowd. Before Ye Qingxuan could react, there was a mind-numbing wail.

Spears! Spears from the Romulusian formation!

Countless spears fell from the sky. Like lightning striking a tree, they crashed down toward the musicians. They grouped in the sky and, in the end, created a terrifying shadow.

The shadow was shirtless. His muscles knotted and he slammed the long spear made of countless lightning streaks toward the ground! This was the Father of Lightning from Romulusian legends.

Scholars had verified long ago that all Romulusian gods were idols created by average people and priests. Their gods did not exist but when the shadow appeared in the palace, it still brought about the tremendous pressure of a god's descent.

Ye Qingxuan felt like he was getting struck by lightning even before the electric spears fell. His hair stood up straight and his skin stung; he was almost losing control.

Supported by both Hades' Door and the Scepter of Glory, the Romulusian formation had become a true battle machine. The mere throwing of spears could evaporate all obstacles. They could even destroy city walls so what were flesh bodies to them?

That instant, Ye Qingxuan lifted the brim of his hat, preparing to activate Holy. However, the next instant, he felt a large vortex open abruptly in the calm aether sea. The source of the vortex was amongst the musicians. Right before the tip of the lightning spear, a musician clad in a scarlet robe lifted the amber ring on his hand and quietly chanted a spell.

Next, a black hole opened in thin air.

Strength also from the depths of the aether world was called forth, forming a giant vortex in the air. It instantly swallowed the boundless electricity. However, it did not dissipate after the electricity disappeared. The vortex remained in the air, radiating with wild attraction, swallowing everything it could touch and transforming them to nothingness.

Ye Qingxuan could not tell what the thing was made of even with his Eye of Silence. He could only feel that there was another large hole in the aether sea but it was distorted, shattered, and dragged in by the music theory in the vortex. It was neither warm nor cruel; it was like a natural occurrence but everything that it touched was sucked into the blackness.

It dawned on Ye Qingxuan and coldness spread through his body.

This was the Hole of Destruction from Modifications! It was known as the product closest to total destruction! It was a destructive music score that imitated the signs of the end of the world created by Modifications musicians—the dark vortex that covered the world and swallowed all.

How courageous must one be to put this thing in one's ring and take it around everywhere? The slightest careless mistake could destroy a city! And how irresponsible must a senior be to give something like that to a student for protection and let him bring it to a trial?

Ye Qingxuan had not expected for such talents to be hidden within this group of musicians. His scalp tingled as he tried to keep his body in place, resisting the attraction of the expanding dark vortex.

The vortex was not caring about the musicians under it either. It was battling against the glorious scepter. Boundless light fought with the blackness, creating murky waves in the aether sea.

At the center of the formation, the saint stood on a chariot. His eyes were bloody red. Raising his scepter, countless music theories were interwoven, creating dazzling light and pushing back the Hole of Destruction.

Boom! With a soft sound, the cracked scepter cracked once again. The glorious territory shook violently; the light flickered. In his other hand, the singing skull suddenly opened its eyes. The dark eye sockets stared forward with a soundless command.

The godly army roared. Unsheathing their swords, they charged! The earth shook.

In the crowd, the musician controlled the Hole of Destruction with all his might. His face had turned red and was almost swept into the terrifying shaking. "The Hole of Destruction can only exist for one minute! What are you waiting for? To die?!"

Before he finished, the anxious Sam let out a long breath. "I don't care anymore!" Gritting his teeth, he decided to ignore his senior's warnings and pressed down on the Copper Mountain. "Let me have a good time!"

The Foehn wind whistled. Sam's body shook and lit up with a halo of light. A ball of light bright as the sun emerged in his chest. Replacing his heart, it sent lava through his veins. Half of his body cracked like a turtle's shell. One could see his fiery blood through the cracks.

Behind his head, a red halo gradually solidified into a menacing shadow. It was Agni, the spirit of fire!

The Copper Mountain roared and the Foehn wind billowed. The earth began to shake instantly as countless flames rose from the earth like an abruptly appearing forest. The blue flames transformed into solid spears and instantly swallowed the formation, piercing through it, evaporating it…The scalding temperature scattered with the wild wind, turning the place into a true hell.

Sam walked forward within the forest of fire. Flames licked around him like a throne of molten iron.

He was the incarnate of the spirit!

Miller yelped as he gaped at Sam's figure. "That guy's able to bond with Agni like that?!"

Baro had not expected for Sam to be this powerful and be acknowledged and deeply bonded with a spirit merely at the Resonance level!

The skull in the saint's hand slowly swept its gaze to Sam. Its song became mournful.

The two warriors manning the chariots beside him suddenly shifted. Mud surged and their bodies reformed. This time, they were two priests with unclear features, war drums, and horns.