musicians of old

Chapter 917 May the Kingdom of Creation Descend!

"Thank you, Fan Ning. When you get to the next place, we'll see the most beautiful starry sky together again."

On the other side of the glacial crevasse, Ruoyi smiled and waved goodbye to Fanning.

The figure plunged into the abyss in the next moment.

Goethe's *The Sorrows of Young Werther*, yes, that's her favorite, but I personally prefer Goethe's *Faust*.

"What does 'Faust' mean to you?"

On a beautiful summer beach, during an unspoken moment of play under the swings, such a question arose.

wrong.

These "noon" times and spaces are nostalgic, but none of them are correct.

I haven't written any more works since then. In the rush of nighttime travel, pilgrimages, and escapes, there's no time for meticulous preparation. A symphony about "night," some personal journeys and reflections, and a few scattered art songs written in Eastern poetry—that's all.

But at noon, inspiration was abundant. Fanning paced back and forth in a critical situation, searching through countless times and spaces for the scenes that were closest to the prophecy, for earlier revelations that had appeared out of nowhere.

“Finding 100 or even more singers with excellent pitch is not difficult, but asking them to confidently start singing with a certain chord and with perfect pitch can have a disastrous effect on the performance.”

At St. O'Furney Estate, Fanning, who was writing, turned around while chatting.

He turned to Miss Roy, who was resting her chin on her hand and looking at him, and began to talk at length about the work experience he had gained in the Saint Lenía Student Symphony Orchestra.

"In daily rehearsals, don't miss any opportunities to try and make mistakes, but don't make things too difficult for everyone. A major chord with a heavy pedal not only attracts the audience's attention but also ensures that all students enter the singing with confidence."

Anything else?
Even earlier.
My earlier trip to the St. Taranburg Student Arts Festival recreated the dreamlike experience of first seeing the Whitworth Miller after the Goldberg Variations.

Another scene, similar to the Enlightenment Church, was larger, taller, and more magnificent. The pipe organ was played from the very beginning of the music. In addition, there was an incredibly large symphony orchestra, two or three mixed choirs, a children's choir, and seven or eight soloists. Not only that, not only that, it seemed that many music masters from the previous life had also been subtly involved in the performance.

"A music master from a past life?"

Fanning slowly bent down on the tower.

He picked up the giant wooden hammer designed and made by his "former self" and slowly walked towards the center of the giant six-pointed star.

"The Hammer of No Owner" is the object referred to by Key-1.

Stop and bend down just two meters away.

He temporarily ignored the "old days".

He placed the "Night Watchman's Lamp" on the ground beside him.

Then the wooden hammer was slowly raised.

Throughout the entire incident, the "blade" remained suspended above Fanning's head.

"Play your role well, such as recreating your 'tragic' symphony."

Pogrelic's cautionary words still echoed in the air.

"Symphony No. 6 in A minor, about the starry sky above, the moral principles within, and an irrepressible compassion and sympathy for human suffering, but titled 'Tragedy'."

Within the shadows of a certain layered "ring of ruins," a "previous Fanning" had indeed begun to take photos with his bare hands, conveying the preparatory stance to all those in other timelines who were to receive the instructions, with a dark premonition and a fierce determination.

"A re-enactment of the 'tragic' symphony? Ha!"

"If returning from the 'Night Pilgrimage' only leads to a repeat of the 'tragedy'..." "Am I still the same Fanning!?"

"What makes me any different from the 'other Fannings' returning from the foot of the tower!?"

The beat that was about to fall like the Sixth Symphony stopped at the highest point of the raised hand, just like the "masterless hammer" in Fanning's hand!
"So, has the kingdom of freedom arrived?"

"It is coming."

That lion-like music master once questioned Fanning in this way, and received an affirmative answer.

"Ting—" "Ting—"

The suspended key 0 and key 1 were attracted to it.

Timing is unified.

"Then let's go create."

"Let the silence of past generations become the loudest prelude to your future symphony!"

boom! ——

The sledgehammer crashed down.

It turned to dust, and the "Night Watchman's Lamp" also exploded.

Even the tower—and the "ring-shaped ruins" beneath it—are riddled with cracks.

Three keys were thrown into the air, completely negating the "tragic" melody. The reset pink southern projection was forcibly expanded, instantly sweeping up the dazzling starlight collected in the lamp cavity, like a whirlwind sweeping up fallen leaves, forming a violent vortex around Fan Ning!

"Buzz!!!"

The roar of the pipe organ awakens simultaneously from the depths of the earth and the distant horizon!

This couldn't even be called sound; it was the simultaneous shaking of countless dark, dead stars in deep space, transforming into a continuously vibrating E-flat major chord, into transcendent knowledge and tangible pressure, pushing against the air, sweeping through the clothes and bodies of people across billions of layers of time and space!

This couldn't be considered any kind of sound as it used to be, because amidst the fragmented landscape, everything was there except for the sight of any musicians or singers!

"Come down, Holy Spirit of the Creator!"

Please be present in the heart you have created.
May they be abundant with heavenly grace.

Filled with the souls you have created!

In stark contrast to the lengthy build-up and sublimation of the previous "Resurrection" game, the magnificent pillar of hymn light descends directly like a divine revelation. The shock of the wooden hammer falling, the starlight of the broken lamp, the trajectory of the three keys being thrown—all movements are captured by some higher-dimensional force and frozen into a ritualistic slow motion!

The silence of past generations was not merely a prelude.

All of my previous works were merely preludes to this.

Symphony No. 8 in E-flat major!
Fan Ning stood in the center of the six-pointed star, arms outstretched, with a long river of starlight rushing beneath his feet, and the phantom of the peach-red southern land enveloped him like wings hanging from the sky.

He closed his eyes, immersing all his spirituality in the sound waves generated by the hammering and shattering.

The text he chose came from the church of the 0th history, in Latin, a Pentecostal hymn that begins with the line "Veni, creator spiritus" (Come, Holy Spirit of the Creator), but he subtitled his work "The Kingdom of Creation."

One is "Holy Spirit," and the other is "Kingdom." This subtle shift in semantic expression is precisely Fanning's attempt to dissolve the connection between the "Holy Spirit of the Old Days" and past history.

The “kingdom” here is a mysterious kingdom created under the operation and control of the “Unending Secret”, a new kingdom formed by the countless “starlight” collected during the “Night Pilgrimage”!