The clash between the aether world and the physical world began, again.
After the battle of the holy city, the physical world had never seen any impact
so huge. The remnant waves spread over across the aether sea to all
directions, the existence of aftershocks was detected even in the oriental
world, sending all the musicians who had just resonated with the aether world
into chaos and anxiety.
Yet, in the center of the storm, everything seemed so quiet. The queer scene
of the clash was high above their head, with glorious rainbow-like light
radiating out. Yet when you, standing on the trembling ground, looked up at it,
you felt as if it were very far away.
However, no one dared to look up into the sky. It would be like stretching your
neck to make it more convenient for the enemy to chop your head off.
But Ye Qingxuan was an exception. Even when fighting against Lancelot, he