musicians of old

Chapter 848 Sunset at Noon!

"boom!!"

Almost instantly, Fan Ning reached out and slapped his chest.

And Ruoyi, on the other side of the glacier crevasse, did the same thing the very next moment!

Can't find the sheet music?
No sheet music could be found among the belongings of the victims along the way?
A chill ran down their spines as they pulled poetry collections from their inner pockets; both the main title and the subtitle on the cover had changed.

The Great Secret Ritual

The Mystery of the End

Apocalypse Secret Realm

"quick!!"

Fortunately, Joan had made a prior request, and both of them had prepared lighters and kept them close to their bodies. At that moment, they dared not think too much about these things hidden in secret and conspiracy, nor did they have time to think about the great terror behind them.

Let's just end this.

"Crackling—" "Crackling—"

The windbreak flames roared up, and the sheet music in their hands quickly turned into a ball of flame.

"Fan Ning, is this alright?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah, probably, unless we find another one later."

"Then we can burn it again."

Watching the ashes, as light as dust, float in the air, Fan Ning felt a contradictory revelation in her spirituality. On the one hand, she felt somewhat at ease, but on the other hand, she seemed to want to recall more from her deep subconscious, and much more.

“Let’s continue up. I have something to tell you in a bit.” Ruoyi put on a relaxed expression, smiled, and stood up.

"You want to say something?"

"Well, don't you want me to have something to tell you in the end?"

"I don't want it to be the end."

Fan Ning turned her head away.

After the burning was more complete, and the entire score was turned into black, curled charcoal, he kicked it hard into the abyss of the crevice.

If you follow suit, then do as instructed.

Two clumps of coke fell with a rustling sound, crumbling into ash along the way.

Something suddenly floated down from the sky.

Torn pieces of paper and charred remains fell into the tower, some still emitting wisps of smoke and sparks.

Ashes touched the ground, silently scattering and cracking.

The various musical scores laid out on the tower had already been burned, so the newly fallen ones also became part of that.

“That’s right.” Mr. F walked over. “Those guys from the Special Patrol Bureau clearly burned something wrong.”

"No matter what, what I wrote is a musical work, hehe, so at least the 'incalculable cost' under the new calendar timeline has not been overlooked!"

The man squatted down, reached out, and poked around in the smoldering ashes.

Then, he picked up a small key that had been blackened by smoke.

One side is carved with a rough, spear-shaped relief, while the other side has vertical protrusions.

It was the museum key that Fanning had noticed at the very beginning of her time travel!
It was only after numerous suspicious clues and warnings that he discarded the No. 1 Time Key!
The key to the "snake"! Vincent left behind so many backup plans before his death, but this key still couldn't completely prevent him from escaping!
“Stop throwing things around, Master Fanning.” Mr. F walked back to the center of the crimson six-pointed star. “Holding a Key of Time is no easy task. Many witnesses have been helpless. In the 0th history, those guys messed things up, and it took me a lot of effort again.”

Mr. F held up key number 1 in front of his eyes, and then let go.

The key hovered silently in mid-air. Then, the key number 0, which had been transformed from "The Art of Fugue" and was hanging around Fanning's neck, also transformed into a combination of notes representing the "divine theme," seemingly unaffected by any external force, and flew towards the center of the six-pointed star!
This is not something that Mr. F could "force" him to do.

Having had contact with all three Time Keys and possessing a certain understanding of their characteristics, Fanning was almost entirely certain.
The fact that the keys can come together in such a concrete way can only be determined by the power of fate or timing.

"noon"

Fanning narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wasn't actually staring intently at the key; he was looking a little higher up.

The trajectory of the ashes from the musical score that just fell.
This trajectory seemed to create some ripples in my heart.

Fan Ning suddenly understood.

Although the gloomy fate, the pent-up regrets, and all sorts of emotions still lingered, the numerous sinister clues connected together made him suddenly understand.

Why is the Zero History described as "a secret history that no longer exists"? Why are there frequent "resets" in the Abnormal Zone? Why did Vincent warn in his last words that no witness is worthy of trust?
What is the Trinity?
If a great undertaking were to be accomplished, the 0th history should have been completed long ago, not even in the modern era in which I was born, but 100 years or even earlier!

Hasn't the "disenchantment ritual" already happened once?
But that group of people wasn't just one side; they simply made the already problematic world even more chaotic and chaotic! It was like completely shattering and metastasizing a group of cancer cells that were originally fairly well-defined!
Fanning's conducting gestures created a series of intricate and intense beats, gradually building up to an idealistic, utopian melody.
"The timing is perfect, truly a decisive force at the 'causal level'." A mocking smile appeared on Fan Ning's lips. Even the music's progression was so perfectly in sync, just as the final chapter was about to reach the climax of the intense struggle once again.

Everything seemed to be heading toward the predetermined victory ending, so the wooden hammer that Fanning used to design the control key-1, under the inevitable musical process, slowly rose into the air according to the note he described!
"Hehehe, the 40th Harvest Arts Festival, what a bountiful harvest!" Mr. F exclaimed sincerely after picking up the keys. "Gentlemen, look up at your sky, and you will understand the true meaning of 'at noon, the sun sets and the moon rises'!"

Suddenly, everyone felt their pores burst open, and they all looked up in the direction Mr. F had indicated—

The sky was still boiling and writhing, with shimmering auroras, a crumbling junkyard, and tiny black humanoid dots floating and converging from all directions.

But everyone's eyesight seemed to suddenly improve, a thousand times better.

The textures and patterns of all light, shadow, color, and hue become extremely clear, making one involuntarily open their heart and appreciate them intensely and passionately, including those tiny black dots that are drawn together and converge.

Everyone knows those people.

Some of the people in the blacklist are people we all know!

"Tenth place, Robert Froude!"

"Ninth place, Kled Hesso!"

"Eighth place, Gustav Klimt!"

"Seventh, Solomon Hershey!"

For example, the illustrious names read out at the Harvest Arts Festival include the representatives of the Southern "Fauvism," the Northern "Finde-Cité" and "Expressionism," and the San Pelto "Secession"—masters who rose to prominence in atonal music and avant-garde art movements!
They all turned into dark red flesh and blood, merging into the collapsed, downward-pressing bulge in the very center of the sky!

Fanning felt a slight strange sensation in his body. Two-thirds of his other two parts of divinity—mainly "Schelle" and "Lavoisier," who had reproduced works such as "The Rite of Spring" and "Meditations on the Twenty Infants"—also showed signs of wanting to leave the ground and ascend.

However, it was very slight, because there weren't many modern elements, and with his own "first-person perspective" guiding him, Fanning slightly strengthened his stance with his toes on the ground, and that feeling of floating off the ground disappeared.

At noon, when the sun sets and the moon rises?
The riddles or prophecies in the Turner Museum have come true at this moment! And Vincent's eerie last words left on the beach have indeed come to pass!
Are snakes everywhere?
Those artists I interact with every day?
"Master Fanning, congratulations on your upcoming promotion from torchbearer to order-bearer. Your unique way of opening the 'Gate of the Moon' is itself another metaphor. Those avant-garde artists who ascended to the order in 916 AD, those 'new moons' born in the era of the end of Romanticism, their 'forms' will converge in the sky into an even more beautiful shape! This is the completion of the second truth of the pioneers, whose divine name we may call—"

A shower of bizarre, golden needles shone down from the sky, and Mr. F removed his hat in salute.

"The Moon at Noon!"

Boom—Mr. F's chanting echoed in Fanning's ears.

Several other images of past experiences of being immersed in dangerous dreams flashed rapidly through Fanning's mind!
Returning to that dream from my past life on Earth, I vaguely saw a small tear in the surface of the moon in the sky, and it winked at me.
My first exploration of the museum's underground secret passage, the "source of supernatural forces" I sensed on the walls of the bizarre hall, and other...
With a "hissing" sound.

What was originally just a gaping hole in the sky has now been further exposed, revealing what lies beneath its surface!
Celestial bodies, many different shapes, textures, and colors.

But this doesn't evoke the feeling of a "starry sky." When viewed against a constantly writhing background of interwoven dark red and gray, they look more like clusters of pulsating organs!

Within this particular observational section, there were several relatively larger clusters. Fanning saw "pale, swirling snakes" and clusters of musical notes interwoven with lines of "divine themes," within which the face of Bach was faintly visible.

However, the most eye-catching and largest of them all is the sun, which shines with a fiery orange light.

Located on the surface of the world, the sun brings light and heat to the earth and is widely praised by people.

The sun was slowly setting at "noon".

On the other side of the low-hanging sky, another moon, tinged with dark red and dark green, and covered with wrinkles and slime, rose!