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

still had to spare some time to watch the battle above in the sky.

He had felt from the very begin