Silent Crown Chapter 225: Sublimation ceremony
"Yo, kid, you kept me waiting for a long time."
Ye Qingxuan stood at the door and didn't recover for a long time. Hermes looked at his devilish expression and smiled with great joy.
Behind him, the huge silver vortex whirled silently, emitting faint waves. Just under the whirlpool, a huge ritual composed of mercury, gems, and materials that Ye Qingxuan can't recognize is slowly changing, absorbing the power of the endless ether, and opening a faint hole that seems to lead to another world. **.
This is the sublimation ceremony.
Under the control of Hermes, the mercury in the gully flows silently, and the thick and heavy silver-white liquid glows like a burning light.
Ye Qingxuan had no idea that the person performing the sublimation ceremony for himself was actually a fellow Hermes.
"Are you scared?" Hermes asked with a faint smile.
"A little bit." Ye Qingxuan nodded honestly.
"Your principal has spent money, and I am free, so I will take a look."
Hermes shook his head and sighed: "It’s been a long time since I came to this ghost place. I didn’t expect you to maintain a good job. The newly built buildings are really ugly and have no taste at all. Honestly follow the original The design drawings are so good, I have to add too much, tut tut..."
Ye Qingxuan honestly listened to Hermes spraying dog blood on every corner of the Royal Conservatory from beginning to end. Until the end, Hermes looked down at the mercury flowing on the ground. Without worrying about the poisoning at all, he put his palm in directly.
The palm of his hand was pulled out, and the mercury radiated a burning glow, quickly dissipating from his fingertips. Hermes nodded in satisfaction: "The whole ritual is almost finished.
In addition to the sublimation ceremony, there is also the inheritance of the heart seal, and the current musicians are really regressing. You can't even handle this kind of compound alchemy, so why are you embarrassed to have a mixed meal?
Hey, that white-haired kid over there. Have you figured out what heart seal you want to pass on?
This is a treasure trove, Bach's "Chakon". Mahler's "Second Symphony-Resurrection", "Nocturne", "Four Seasons"... even the "First Concerto" has a dozen of various kinds.
Since your principal said that you can choose the resonance level at will, don't be polite with him. Anyway, it's not that you paid for it, didn't you? "
Hearing what Hermes said, Ye Qingxuan, who was in a daze, woke up, hesitated and said:
"——"The Night of the Barren Mountain""
He said, "I chose to ban the "Night of the Barren Mountain" of the faction."
Hermes' smile stiffened, and immediately became weird all over: "It's really... it suits you..."
He wanted to say it. "Unexpectedly, a child born to a mouse would really make holes." There is a nonsense saying that if there is a father, there must be a son. He really did not expect that Ye Qingxuan chose one of the songs in such a large library.
It’s not that this sheet music is very weak, but this piece of music is really hell.
It's not just because it's a movement of forbidden factions, but this movement is specifically aimed at fallen black musicians and demons.
In recent years, apart from trial musicians who specialize in hunting down black musicians and monsters, almost no one chooses to practice this poem, which is extremely difficult to get started. And a very unpopular movement.
At that time, its creator was kept incognito and mixed with evil **** followers and witches who worshiped natural disasters.
The so-called "Night of the Barren Mountain" is the carnival of the fallen. A bonfire is lit in the middle of the night on a certain day each year. The witches, followers of the evil god, and black musicians praise the evil god, offer blood sacrifices, enjoy the evil god’s gifts, and dance around the flames until dawn.
At dawn, the creators lurking in it burst out, and together with the ruling musicians lurking around, they will completely punish the followers of the evil **** who reveled all night.
They swept away the ode to the evil **** with a generous melody of announcing the arrival of dawn, and created this movement based on this.
Only the judgement musician will practice this movement. Because it has almost no disadvantage when dealing with evil spirits, no matter what kind of evil spirit it is. Black musicians from any faction, as long as they carry the aura of natural disasters. He would definitely be imprisoned and sealed by this movement, nailed to the torture frame, and burned to ashes in the fire.
No matter how dark the barren mountain night is, it will be illuminated by the woods of the torture rack.
However, if the subject is replaced by a human, there will be no lethality other than the original shackles and sealing effects.
"Really...it suits you well."
Hermeska squeezed out such a sentence after half a day.
Ye Qingxuan has long considered the choice of movement for the inheritance of the heart seal.
Although he is not qualified to read many important movements in the library, he can still see the catalogue. After copying the catalogue directly, he went to Abraham and Lola for advice.
After reading the catalog, Abraham made several chapters of the Enlightenment Faction and the Change Faction. Finally, he hesitated, and then marked "Night of the Barren Mountain" as Ye Qingxuan's alternative.
And Lola’s suggestion is that instead of strengthening her strengths, it is better to make up for her shortcomings.
In terms of pure destructive power, he already has the Eye of Indra, and the thunderous anger that bursts under the water of the blood of heaven and man can make him directly leapfrog.
Even if other movements are started, they are limited to his own realm, and it may not be able to exceed its effect in a short time.
In contrast, Night of the Barren Mountain is more partial, but it makes up for his weakness that he is not good at frontal and sustained combat at all. Moreover, he can let go and kill the enemy without worrying about his own shots too hard.
After understanding Ye Qingxuan's plan, Hermes can only sigh: "The young people nowadays are really surprised..."
"Well, the ceremony is about to be completed, you can go in."
He stepped aside and motioned to Ye Qingxuan to go in quickly, not to waste time.
Ye Qingxuan walked into it, and instantly felt that he was almost suffocated, and almost condensed into a real etheric flash flowing in the air, thick and heavy, like being under tens of meters of water, making him almost out of breath.
Just after looking around, Ye Qingxuan made a new discovery and was taken aback: "Wait, what is the most important medium for the sublimation ceremony? Boss, you won't cut corners?"
"Medium?"
Hermes squinted at him, "Isn't it on you?"
There was a hum. The palm-sized piece of stone flew out of the boy's arms, suspended in mid-air, swallowing ether almost endlessly. It turned into a little sun.
In the blazing sun, the wedge-shaped characters change. It seems that there has been a new change, which makes him dazzled, shaken and unable to hold himself.
"Hey, kid!"
Hermes suddenly patted his shoulder behind him, awakening him.
"Let’s put the ugly words first: the alchemy I am good at is a classic style without so many safety measures, and it’s definitely not a comfortable experience.
It's better to say. The longer it lasts, the more torment you will suffer.
In the course of the ritual, you may see some unexplainable illusions, or hear inexplicable sounds, and sense the vague outline of something terrible.
If you get mad by that thing, I will never be responsible.
So, are you ready? "
"..."
Ye Qingxuan was speechless after listening, and couldn't help sighing:
"——To be honest, I can’t wait. Can we start soon?"
"Good boy, I knew you were a good guy."
Hermes' palm rests on the top of his head. His fingers are cold, without temperature, like ice iron. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shudder.
"There is one last question." Hermes suddenly asked: "You know that there is a high possibility of death during the sublimation ceremony, right?"
"Huh? Wait..."
Ye Qingxuan was shocked, and immediately, his eyes went black and he didn't know anything.
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At the moment when he fell into a faint, solemn singing and melody sounded from the sublimation ceremony. In the hoarse singing and magnificent melody, the ether seemed to burn up, resounding like a sea tide.
The huge power is like flames. He fell on the boy's body in an instant, and burned his clothes to death. He got into the limbs and a hundred skeletons, causing him to convulse involuntarily. Screamed.
But his eyes are lost, as if his soul is no longer here.
It has risen into the sky, or fallen into the abyss.
"You wait for the ether to become the ether, and the death and the ether-you should also respect the ether!"
Hermes solemnly announced that he pressed the young man's forehead, his expression was not sad or happy, but he seemed to have joy, anger, sorrow, and awe, just like the gods engraved by the Order.
Behind him, twelve huge wings of light broke free from the Chinese clothes, unfolding the embryonic form of covering the sky and the sun.
The wings of light waved silently, making waves in the invisible sea of ether.
"Ye Qingxuan, the so-called sublimation ceremony is to make the soul pure."
He stared at the young boy’s dim eyes and whispered in his ear: "In that chaos, you will see your true self."
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Ye Qingxuan only felt that he had fallen into a nightmare again. In that long nightmare, the huge chaos inadvertently engulfed him.
He felt that he was thrown into the sky involuntarily, out of the scope of human beings, and entered the icy and indescribable icy realm.
There is nothing there.
In the startling glance, it seemed that a majestic behemoth passed by his side, as if it was the support of a god. And when he turned his head inadvertently, he seemed to see the burning **** wailing at the bottom of the abyss under his feet.
In an instant, he seemed to realize: Perhaps, here is the ‘etheric realm’ described in countless classics, the world observed by the ether, the true nature of everything.
But in this lonely flight, he suddenly heard the call from behind him. He turned his head in astonishment, only to see a huge city slowly emerging from the darkness.
Under the shining of the blue moon, the city was shrouded in fog, revealing a ferocious, sharp, huge and dark outline, like a church and palace built of bones. The blood flowed to form roads and rivers, and countless indistinct shadows wandered in this city of the dead, unable to escape.
That is the shadow of Avalon...
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's body stagnated, and he felt it approaching quickly...No, it was himself that was falling there quickly, it was pulling itself!
Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, but was helpless. In the rapid fall, he felt the powerful force from the shadow of Avalon tearing his own reason, almost torn him apart.
For a moment. He seemed to sense two selves and three selves. Four selves... This is a prelude to schizophrenia.
A strong sense of crisis filled his brain, but at that moment, for some reason, a line of inexplicable characters flashed in his brain.
That is the wedge rune engraved on the stone tablet.
Those inexplicable runes are intertwined with each other in his mind into unfamiliar intervals, constantly growing and swelling, from just a few characters to a masterpiece of thousands of words.
In an instant, those huge information almost squeezed his consciousness, and then. That rigorous and huge horror movement began to quickly gather and collapse again.
The music theory involved, Ye Qingxuan, don't say understanding, he hasn't even listened to it, and he can't even recognize the specific direction.
In an instant, it grows to the greatest extent, and in an instant, it collapses to the smallest extent.
Ye Qingxuan was completely unable to observe that tiny spot, and even his consciousness was pulled into that tiny spot that almost didn't exist.
Before he fainted completely, he only heard a magnificent chant like the shaking of the sky and the earth from his ear:
"——As above, as below, so all things have the beginning!"
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"Ah!!!"
Ye Qingxuan screamed and jumped off the table. The whole classroom was silent.
In the morning reading classroom, all the students reciting the text looked up, and even the sleepy teacher on the podium was taken aback.
Ye Qingxuan looked around in surprise. I don't understand what it is here. But in his mind, the memories of the past are quickly dissipating like a dream.
He looked into those eyes blankly, at a loss.
"Ye Qingxuan, how many times have you said that, don't doze off in the morning!"
On the podium, some bald teachers frowned: "Stand and go behind!"
Until now, Ye Qingxuan realized that he had fallen asleep on morning reading and had that kind of strange dream.
He lowered his head awkwardly and picked up the English book. Stand obediently to the back of the classroom.
Perhaps he has a good attitude of admitting mistakes, and his study attitude is still serious. The teacher did not embarrass him, and left after the bell rang.
He joined Wang Qiang at the table. Smiled and gloated: "Ye Zi, I have seen so many people who dozed off. I have never seen you make such a big move in your dreams and talk in your sleep."
"You don't remind me!" Ye Qingxuan rubbed his eyes and yawned: "I played "gtb5" all night last night and fell asleep accidentally."
"You are the second model today, are you still such a wave? You are amazing."
The same table glanced at the words "88 days before the college entrance examination" on the blackboard at the back, and asked: "Do you still have gel refills there? Borrow one from me, I ran out of them."
"It's all in the pencil case, you take it yourself."
Ye Qingxuan soul was in a daze.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Have a fever?"
"I don't know." He shook his head: "I always feel that I forgot something."
"Don't!" Wang Qiangqiang was shocked: "My English will depend on you during the exam! What should I do if you want to play abnormally?"
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingxuan gave him a white look: "My grades were bad that time? Anyway, you just need to keep your phone on."
Wang Qiang shook his head, "This year it is said that it will not work. This time the mock test, the school is said to have done signal shielding, and the mobile phone cannot receive any signal."
"You can't use your cell phone if you don't have a signal?"
Ye Qingxuan squinted at him: "Turn on Bluetooth, then just change the phone name to the answer? Don't tell me that your phone doesn't even have Bluetooth."
"..."
Wang Qiang's expression suddenly became very exciting. He was stunned for a long time before squeezing out a few words from his teeth: "Why the **** I didn't expect it!"
"Because your IQ is low."
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"This time, Ms. Xia from our school participated in the questioning of the mock test. Everything is strict and strives to simulate the real college entrance examination. I hope that all students can answer the questions seriously and don't cheat."
The head teacher said solemnly: "Do you understand?"
"Understood~IndoMTL.com~ A sparse response sounded from the audience.
Soon, the test papers were sent to everyone. Ye Qingxuan took it casually, put it aside, and couldn't help yawning.
For some reason, he still looked out of the window unwillingly, as if immersed in some intent thinking, but he knew that his heart was empty and he didn't think about anything.
Just in a daze.
It just feels like something is wrong.
"Take the questions seriously."
The invigilator's head teacher gently knocked on the table and reminded in a low voice.
Ye Qingxuan's body shook, and he nodded ignorantly as if waking up from a dream, then lowered his head, after looking at the test paper, he fell into a long sluggishness.
Not language, not mathematics, not English, not geography...
What the **** is this? (To be continued)