Silent Crown-Chapter 542 The Singing

The sea was in no way a living creature, but at that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that it was indeed alive. 𝘧𝚛𝗲𝘦𝚠𝙚𝙗𝙣o𝙫𝗲𝚕.𝐜o𝓂

It was not a metaphor, it was his true feeling.

It was the warmth felt with his fingertips when they almost touched the skin of something; it was the tremble when seeing an incredibly huge creature.

The sea was not alive, except for that something made it alive. There was only one possible explanation…

Leviathan!

Leviathan was awake earlier than expected and came back to this country which was so entangled with him. Thinking of facing a fully awake catastrophe, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help be fearful.

It was not Hyakume, who had come to this physical world from the Aether world, consuming much of its energy on the way. It was a terrible monster living in the physical world, but the strongest in the sea among the four living creatures.

Facing even Hyakume, who represented rules and the Originator and was of higher hierarchy, Ye Qingxuan, with the power of the Sacred City, may try his luck against it to enrich his experience. But he would not dare to fight this Hecatoncheir for even one round.

This time, there was no Pope or Ye Lanzhou assisting him, and it was not a god which was incarnated by the void music theory that he was against. It was a monster that really existed and had rampaged in this world for millennia.

In its prime, it ruled anywhere the water of the seven seas touched. The ocean was his realm and a part of him.

It was the ocean itself.

Luckily, it was not awake yet. Otherwise, huge waves would have flooded the whole world and engulfed all continents. For now, it was only Anglo that was suffering. And this lightless sea might be inside its body.

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly. Then, he heard someone singing. It was so familiar. The singing, like that of a child's, echoed in the sea. It was like the singing of whales, resounding in the dark, deep sea where no man could go.

"The king and his accomplice kidnapped the queen and jailed her in the dream…

"We have the power, yet where should we go. Oh, men, hoist the sail! Pull, thieves and beggars, we'll live forever…"

The song sounded so sad. It faded away in an instant and couldn't be heard. But somehow, it seemed to be close to whoever heard it. You couldn't tell if it was real or not. The song was like a ghost, wandering in one's heart.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes. It seemed he had to plan for the worst.

But before that… The Mountain of Nomadism suddenly jumped out of the sea, shrieking with its mouth wide open, hoping to devour Ye Qingxuan in one bite. Its countless scales cut through the wind, playing a thrilling melody. The brutish nature, which was so pure, almost had its physical shape pierced out from its body, destroying the music theory layer by layer, turning it into ashes. It was so powerful.

In one blink, the stinking wind came near. Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and fingered the string to fight against the huge mouth that was to devour him. The sound of the Jiu Xiao Huan Pei spread out and aether moved. Ye Qingxuan did not make any movements but borrowed strength from the sea and pushed the Mountain of Nomadism "gently" to help it jump higher.

It was like pouring oil onto a fire.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan fighting, the Son of the Pheonix almost screamed in terror. But the next second, he saw that the Mountain of Nomadism was pushed several meters higher. It looked fiercer, but it missed Ye Qingxuan by an inch. It fell into the sea again, splashing up huge waves. Except for the stinking wind and mist, no impact was made at all.

Amazing! Son of Phenix clenched his fist and relieved slightly: though terrible, the Mountain of Nomadism was only a demon who knew nothing about language and music theory and fought only with its instincts.

Ye Qingxuan didn't want to win the fight. He was only stalling so he could avoid fighting hard against it by constantly escaping its attacks.

Ye Qingxuan sighed to himself. It was not that easy. It was easy to fool the beast, but if the beast was irritated, it would only be more troublesome.

In the next instant, incredibly dense mist rose above the sea. A hurricane suddenly appeared, bringing with it the smell of disaster. The whole world was filled with the terrible mist. There seemed to be a large amount of sand in the mist, which made him feel like he was being choked.

Then, a pair of eyes burning with beast fury lit up in the mist.

It was so close!

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously raised his hand and played the zither. Along with the sound of the instrument, the moon suddenly rose over the sea and enveloped him.

Boom! Everything was shaking.

The moon shadow shattered under the horrible impact. Ye Qingxuan flew backward and struggled to maintain balance. Then he dove down very quickly and flew to his right side like he was escaping from some deadly plague. In the moonlight, he seemed to produce many shadows of his own. With his guidance, those shadows flew in the air. One could hardly distinguish which one was him.

What was more terrible, a huge mouth suddenly came out of nowhere. The mouth tore apart the shadows one by one.

Yes, it was the Mountain of Nomadism.

The Indigo Moon was finally complete again; its light shining through the mist to reveal the truth. Yet the truth was breathtaking.

In the dense mist, the Mountain of Nomadism raised from the sea…and flew in the sky!

"Doesn't a sea monster belong in the sea?" Ye Qingxuan was shocked. "It can fly? Isn't it against the rules?"

Against the rules or not, the Mountain of Nomadism was more and more troublesome. Not only did it fly, but it also became more and more cunning.

Several times, Ye Qingxuan got so close to death that he was almost strangled or devoured by it. He didn't want to have a taste of its gastric acid. It never occurred to him that a monster so large could be so agile. It was like it was weightless! Yet the wind created by its heavy body was so strong. It made him unable to breathe. Fighting against such a brutal enemy, he would be cut into pieces by its scales even if he was only lightly touched by it, not to mention the greyish-green poison that was constantly oozing out.

The Mountain of Nomadism didn't need any weapon or music movement. It was the gravest threat itself.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt regret. How he wished to be a master of the School of Modifications! They could summon fire, wind, thunder, and lightning as they wished. If upgraded to a war musician or some other particular occupation, he wouldn't need to yield to anyone.

Among the musician of the seven systems, the School of Modifications was the best at destruction and construction, and the School of Summoning was best at attacking and cooperation… Yet what Ye Qingxuan learned was from the School of Abstinence, which was best at defense and music theory composition. In positional fighting, it was okay to fight such a monster. But now he was in the home of the monster. He felt so weak. Fortunately, he had other means to fight.

In the dense mist, Ye Qingxuan dodged the attack of the Mountain of Nomadism. While he was passing by the huge body of the snake, the clothes of original sin suddenly changed form. The Exoskeleton of the gospel armor generated great force. Like a pair of iron pliers, they pulled a large scale the size of a house from the snake's head. The wound that had just been healed was torn open again. The bone-deep agony irritated the monster, driving it completely mad.

Ye Qingxuan was in no way better than the monster. Though protected by the clothes of original sin, he could hardly feel his arm anymore. It was numb.

With the sharp shrieking of the monster, Ye Qingxuan tossed aside the scale which was almost his size, and said to the furious Mountain of Nomadism, "It was so inconvenient to fight in the sky." Pausing, he smiled meaningfully. "How about we go into the sea?"

Instantly, a huge amount of illusory seawater fell from the sky, as if the god had released the flood to destroy the whole world. The seawater was so cold, it was as if it was suddenly winter.

A grave melody sounded in the downpour; beautiful and sad. With agony as its implications, the Die Nebensonnen revealed its phantasm. The Winterreise was then played.