Silent Crown Chapter 700: This should not be the case

With the roar, Ye Qingxuan lay in the ruins, looking up at the turbulent sky.

The blazing lights came one after another, clearly enough to burn the world into purgatory, gathered in one place, but it made people feel beautiful, colorful lights beating in the eyes.

Don't know when, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The dream is so quiet and long.

The sea tide swept from afar, washed on the beach, stepped barefoot on the gravel, and a small crab got out of the sandpit, crawled over the back of the foot, and carried it into the puddle.

The familiar smell of sea water came in the air.

The blue sky is reflected on the sea.

Ye Qingxuan sat silently on the beach, watching the quiet waves surging and washing up on the beach, the wind blowing from a distance, with a fresh breath, blowing on the slumped palace of Guixu.

There is no dispute.

There is no battle.

No ambition.

There is no so-called ambition or future.

In the quiet decline, there is only one eternal loneliness and beauty.

For a long time, he suddenly realized.

"Is this my dream?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed softly, rubbing his forehead embarrassingly: "Unexpectedly, I still like self-deception so much..."

He raised his head, looked up at the sky, and raised his voice:

"This world, isn't it like this?"

The roar came from afar.

The smell of the wind has changed.

"This world has never been so quiet and gentle."

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the tide, along the beach, muttering to himself: "The sky is not such a color."

So, the blue sky burst, and the blazing light of fighting emerged from behind the gap, as if opening the door of purgatory, and the flames burning the clouds, as if igniting iron. The white clouds were dyed black by ink, and when they rubbed against each other, there was a high-pitched sound of steel collision.

The silence is torn apart.

"The wind does not smell like this."

The breeze stopped, and then, the fierce wind of purgatory blew from the fire. The wind was stained with a pungent sulphur smell, and it was dyed yellowish. Blowing on the face made the eyes sting. I couldn’t bear it. I want to cry.

"Sea water is not at this temperature."

So, the clear sea water boiled, foul-smelling, and fishy white foam surging between the rocks, like a boiling spring under the earth’s crust, pure and full of the smell of rotting corpses. The smell of blood is pungent.

"The earth is turbulent."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly. Turning around, he saw the decadent and quiet palaces collapsed in the shaking of the island, cracks emerged from the stone road, and the lava of purgatory spewed out from under the earth's crust, one by one. The dots were stained blood red.

"The stars have gone out."

So, the light fell, broke through the clouds, ignited the air, plunged into the sea with a long tail, set off a tide of ten thousand meters, and fell on the ground, leaving a tragic scar.

It is as if a cruel child scribbled on the masterpiece with red paint.

Everything has changed.

But there is something else.

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, nodded and said: "There should be a whine."

The roar is like countless thunder collisions, and the gale whistles. There seem to be countless desperate souls emerging in the wind, crying softly, mourning all the deaths.

Ye Qingxuan stood between the sea and the sky, looking up at the world.

Under the burning sky, the sea is blood-red, and the cracked island is puffing up lava, stars are falling, the wind is blowing, wailing and wailing sound one after another, and then disappearing in the air, like an illusion.

Everything seems to be a nightmare from purgatory.

"This is the real world."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his creation contentedly, so detailed and true, it truly presented its original appearance.

But he couldn't laugh, he just felt tired.

After bidding farewell to hypocrisy, his dream was finally exactly the same as this world. But he couldn't tell whether he was awake or staying in his dream.

"The world shouldn't be like this, right?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette that did not exist here from his empty pocket. After lighting it, he smelled the fragrance of burning tobacco. The ashes rolled in his lungs, bringing a familiar sting.

He can no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.

The reality is absurdly like a nightmare, but the dream is cruelly like this reality.

No one responded.

Only the roar from the sky came, and there was a scream in the Fen Feng.

Ye Qingxuan silently tasted the smell of ashes. After a long time, he threw the burned cigarette into the boiling sea, raised his head, and repeated quietly:

"It shouldn't be like this."

In the light of the lightning and fire, he slowly raised his palm: "The sky should be clear!"

Amid the roar, a ray of pure white moonlight illuminates from the sky.

The moonlight shines, and the music theory of the silent moon moves in it, transforming into a flawless moon. The moon wheel moves in the sky, like opening up a world, smoothing out the fire and thunder, and opening up a quiet place in the turmoil Night sky.

In the night sky, the stars light up again, so far-reaching.

Compared to the huge turmoil, the starry sky is so small, yet so firmly shrouded in Guixu, staying in Ye Qingxuan's dream.

"The wind and the ocean should return to their original appearance."

So, the fierce wind of purgatory quietly stopped, and the boiling water returned to calm. The blue ocean reflected the stars, surrounding Guixu, and a cold wind blew from the sea.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and stared at Guixu: "The earth is stable and bears the sky."

The turbulent ruins returned to stillness, the fragmented earth was once again closed, the cracks disappeared, the burning lava quietly condensed, and the collapsed palace was finally intact, and the dust was wiped away.

The gale and roar subsided, and the wailing disappeared.

Separated from the turmoil and chaos of the outside world, this little dream seems to be divorced from reality once again, denying everything, and returning to tranquility and stability.

The earth is stable, the stars are shining, and everything is quiet, singing for the long past and the future.

As beautiful as the world should be.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan had an inexplicable illusion.

He seems to be sleeping in this deep dream, everything is beautiful, but he is clearly awake, standing on the turbulent and collapsing hometown, watching the world slowly draw into purgatory.

Being in two completely different worlds at the same time, so distinct, dreams and reality are only united by their own bonds.

At that moment, he finally realized it and laughed softly.

"It turned out to be like this."

Ye Qingxuan spread his arms, facing the quiet wind in the dream, but breathing the smell of sulfur, letting the ashes burn in his lungs.

As the body fades and disappears, the etheric light shines from the blood, and he enters the etheric cycle again.

The silent diffusion of electric light, his destiny chapter broke free from the shackles of his body, expanded rapidly, and countless musical theories evolved and proliferated, and in a flash, it covered the entire Guixu market.

And the Nine Heavens Ring Pedestal flew out from his fingertips and stretched forward. The ladder was built out of thin air and flew upwards, and in a flash, it plunged into the far-reaching night sky.

It's like finding a long-lost destination. The ladder does not stop. It still moves forward, like a huge tower that reaches the sky. It breaks through the conventions of the physical world, straddles the nine layers of the etheric sea, and sinks into the depths of the etheric world. Place.

Following the dragon's chanting of the strings, the deepest part of the etheric realm heard echoes of harmony.

The forgotten place drifting in the upper dimension is awakened.

Echoing the melody of the ladder, crossing the endless distance, after decades of deep sleep, Ye's scepter finally waited for the sound of the jiuxiaohuanpei.

The misty dreams follow the guidance of the ladder, down, without hesitation, without hesitation, as if the stars follow the moonlight, regardless of their own collapse and dissipation, down, down, and then down.

Passed the sacred city, ignored the retention of countless bells, passed the dissipated abyss, crushed the last residue, passed the phantom of the Great Wall, ignoring the call of joy in countless beacon fires.

Under the echo of the ladder, it crashed through the last barrier of the etheric realm, and smashed into the etheric sea, burning, turbulent, and cracking, regardless of its own rapid dissipation, and plunged into the hometown. Where.

Until now, Yuan Changqing finally remembered why this breath is so familiar.

"Yip's "Millennium Dream"..."

He whispered softly, looking at the huge falling scepter with complex expressions, the profound dreams constructed by the blood of the successive generations of the Ye family over the centuries.

It seems to reflect all the changes in the world, the vicissitudes of life are revealed from the stream of dreams, joys and sorrows circulate in it, birth, aging, sickness and death are given meaning, and in the end...everything goes to sleep from it.

At the very core of Guixu, in that slumped palace, the white-haired young man raised his head, looking up at the falling thousand-year dream, and raised his palm.

"Let's play it here!"

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, waved, and struck the first note:

"—The founding chapter of the future!"

At that moment, the dream from the etheric realm fell into the ruins.

There was no roar, no loud noise, and no turmoil. It was quiet as if nothing happened, as if it were just a phantom. That huge scepter was instantly integrated into Ye Qingxuan's dreams, making his dreams expand, expand, expand, and expand again......

It's like the evolution from mote to the world.

With Guixu as the melting pot, Ye Qingxuan's Fate Chapter and Millennium Dream are connected to each other, and they merge quietly into one ~ IndoMTL.com~ Earth-shattering changes sprouted from this silence.

Countless dreams burned, turned into fuelwood, and merged into Ye Qingxuan's chapter of fate.

On the wilderness full of tombs, the extinguished lights in front of the tombstones were ignited again, and the cracks emerged from the tombstones. Then, they collapsed into dust and disappeared.

But in the lights shining like stars, there are figures from the past walking out. Those musicians who have passed away in the long past, once again emerge from their own dreams.

Or old, or young, or handsome, or ugly, or solemn, or calm.

The musicians who pin their souls and future in their dreams seem to be resurrected again.

They stepped forward, nodded to Ye Qingxuan, and entrusted the dream of a lifetime to Ye Qingxuan's chapter of fate, and then completely dissipated in the flame without any trace.

The Nine Heavens Ring Pei whispered quietly, playing an elegy for the passing musicians.

The integration of every dream has brought about drastic changes. The chapter of destiny runs like an electric light, fusing these inheritances from the past, constantly transforming, collapsing, and reborn.

In the end, it burst out with a crystal-like glow.

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