Silent Crown

Chapter 388 Sword in the Stone

Chapter 388 Sword in the Stone

It was as if a sun was stuffed into his body. He burned! His blood boiled. If cold moonlight did not pour into the crazed veins to take away some heat and frenzy, Ye Qingxuan would probably be on fire now.

The ancient sword lit up in his hands. The rust flaked off, the chips were filled in, and it radiated. The vibrations were like a dragon's roar!

Under the mind-shattering roar, Ye Qingxuan's chest thrummed. The sub-originator that had replaced the Avalonian enchantment was activated, creating unimaginable changes. Countless melodies were born from the disordered theories and connected to the inside of the Sword. A vast cycle was created.

Ye Qingxuan could feel the aether density of his blood rising rapidly. Ten times higher, one hundred times, one thousand times… The immense power was unleashed from the Sword. It turned the blood into flashes of light until Ye Qingxuan could no longer perceive how much his strength had increased.

He no longer felt pain or discomfort. In an instant, he had become one with the Sword in the Stone. He was no longer out of control. It was just what Maxwell had told Wolf Flute—no one was more qualified to wield this sword than Ye Qingxuan. It was not only due to his bloodline, his certified accomplished, and his recognized merits… There was also the sub-originator in him.

Ever since Arthur built his kingdom hundreds of years ago, the Avalonian enchantment had existed as the Sword's sheath. Now, hundreds of years later, they became one again because of Ye Qingxuan.

It was as if he had suddenly transformed into a Holy Spirit. Ye Qingxuan felt an explosion of power within him like celestial movements.

He looked up. Blinding light shot from his eyes. A burning halo appeared above his head. He faced the tide of darkness head on. Stepping forward, he hoisted the sword and stabbed the ground.

For a moment, darkness swallowed him. There was a harsh clang of sword against stone in the darkness. Clang!

Blazing light shot into the sky! It was light emitted by the Sword in the Stone. Power from Avalon's enchantment had fused into it. Thus, the light cut through all obstacles like a sword and rose. Under the illumination, Paganini's tacky body shuddered and bubbled. He quickly shrank into the darkness under the Garment of Original Sin.

The light illuminated everything. The abyss music theory that had seeped into the temple now evaporated and fell apart. It was replaced by the music theory of Avalon's enchantment. Its expansion did not stop until it ran into the Garment. Now, half of the temple was in control of the enchantment.

"I see…" Ye Qingxuan had expected this. He looked down at the sword in his hands. The blade was covered in countless interwoven and beautiful music scores. He could make out the ancient carved runes.

It said that the wielder of the sword was the king!

Everything in the Sword's path became part of Anglo. Both earth and heaven were covered by Avalon's enchantment. The sub-originator connected and became one with the Sword. The music theory changed instantly, creating dozens of music scores equal to a symphony of predestination. They joined and created the scepter of Heaven on Earth!

"The Sword in the Stone…I see…" Under the Garment, Paganini suddenly laughed. It started gently but lost control until the laugher was grating. "I see… I did not expect it! Fate is as such… If Ye Lanzhou knew, he would probably be rolling in his grave! His son actually…actually…haha…actually teamed up with his killer… This is so ironic!"

"You think I'll believe you?" Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and walked forward. "Let's change the topic and end this meaningless talk."

Under the Garment, a ball of sticky blackness moved. Paganini looked up amidst his crazed laughter. Seeing the youth's serious face, his eyes changed imperceptibly.

"You're much more confident now, young man. Is it because there's hope in defeating me?" He sighed. "But you must know that, even though I came about after Arthur, he would not become one of Hyakume's dark followers even if he fell into the abyss. What makes you think that a dead man's broken thing can…beat me?!" He waved his hands and a black violin appeared. The Garment transformed into a bow. Placing it on the violin, a chilling melody burst from the instrument.

When he grasped the violin bow, the sinister menace disappeared from his face. He looked calm and peaceful. His eyes were solemn, full of respect and genuineness as if looking at the truth. His loyalty and desire toward music theory was why his power did not decrease after falling into the abyss. Instead, his power became more pure and more…outrageous!

The Garment instantly began fighting back. It was not even a true music score—it was improvisation! It was like a hearty splash of wine, filled with romance, warmth, and genuine feelings. It was like an honest friend walking towards you and murmuring his secrets in your ear. Under the mournful and gentle melody, the Garment fluttered. The abyss's power was instantly there.

Modifications, Choir, Mind, Illusion…music theories from all seven schools were combined into one cadenza. It crashed like a tide. Each wave was higher than the last; each time was more powerful than the last. It seemed endless.

It was unbelievable!

The territory of Heaven on Earth passively endured the charges. The shaking traveled down the sub-originator. Each attack rattled Ye Qingxuan until he was pale and unable to continue.

It was so hard to imagine how a casual and improvised performance could shake the Sword and shake the scepter until it was about to fall apart into twelve symphonies of predestination.

No wonder he was Paganini!

Ye Qingxuan coughed out blood and put his all in stabilizing the territory. Thankfully, he had specialized in the 'way of the territory' of Abstinence. Using the sturdy principles from the School of Stone Heart, he had the movement Holy from the Requiem and Haydn's Genesis as reference… He was knowledgeable in composing music theory and territory structures. Otherwise, he could only watch as Heaven on Earth fell apart before his eyes.

Paganini was just using the enchantment to force him down. Improvising did not mean he slighted Ye Qingxuan. In fact, all saints who inherited the title of Paganini were the most talented performers and musicians. They had practiced more etudes than one could count to receive this title.

He specialized in improvisation. Based on the conditions, he could jump past traditional restrictions and create something targeted specifically at the enemy. He used almost godly talent to defeat his enemies.

All saints had composed a total of twenty-four caprices until Paganini became a dark musician. They were all masterpieces composed from the inspiration when facing a powerful enemy.

Ye Qingxuan should count himself lucky for Paganini to use his true talents on him. But now, he really did not have time to wonder about his talent at self-mockery. He could barely hold on anymore.