musicians of old

Chapter 918 Sacred Space!

"Ok?"

A surprised thought drifted down from above by Pogrerich.

They're different.

The sound was unheard of, almost like the sound of the universe itself.

Moreover, it is orderly.

Even this sense of order is excellent.

That "blade" was actually always hanging over Fanning's head. If the prayers that provided the power to ascend stopped or were replaced without authorization, becoming inefficient in the current situation, He would warn and urge Fanning, his partner. But that was not the case.

As the main body of the exposition of the Eighth Symphony was fully presented, the sound of the organ laid out an increasingly solid "spatial boundary," which merged directly with the "grand historical projection" that Fanning had forcibly expanded earlier. Then, the various sounds of the orchestra joined in, the texture became fuller, the light flowed faster, and Pogrerich approached the "dome gate" above even faster.

Moreover, it has other satisfying effects.

These "starlight" have awakened even more.

No longer were they fragmented points of light, but rather, like billions of devout believers who had heard a supreme decree, they converged on Fanning as if on a pilgrimage.

Like deaf people who have just gained hearing, they clumsily imitate the outline of the hymns indicated by the exposition. Each and every one of them adjusts its own vibration frequency, emitting a "fundamental tone" so subtle as to be almost inaudible. Thus, billions of "fundamental tones" probe, collide, question, and echo each other, piling up into a deep and magnificent sound.
Sacred space!

Yes, this is a sacred space with the potential to be the "seed of a new world"!
Just as the sky was filled with "starlight" forming this sacred space, a large mass of colorful liquid poured down from above the "X coordinate".

The anomaly zone is beginning to resurge, filling all discussion group numbered areas and then spreading to the restricted coastal areas of the Southern and Western Continents. Yes, the collapse of the world has progressed ahead of schedule. The contest between the two sets of "Pillars of the Trinity" is about to announce the final defeat of "Undying Flame" and "Endless Fugue," and the mortal world will once again be immersed in a sea of ​​color.

However, when those distorted soap films from the outside collided with this sacred space that had only been created for a minute, the intensity of their pollution was reduced by several times!
This seed, though still very fragile, has already declared through its very existence that an inviolable territory is being established!
Fanning's heart pounded as she guided these nascent "vocal elements" or "fundamental tones."

He knew exactly what he was doing, what kind of thing he was doing, that it was impossible, that it was absolutely impossible, but now all of this had begun to happen, that the real path to the "new world" was right here, that the end point to make up for the deep-seated "deficiency" in his spiritual soul was right here! It was no exaggeration to say that this was an opportunity to ascend from "torchbearer" to "father"!

Of course, he could also clearly anticipate how Pogrerich above, as well as the dangerous element who had mysteriously disappeared, would react to the birth of the Eighth Symphony.

It was nothing more than something purely coveted, a huge unexpected windfall! —The Sacred Space, so far, doesn't actually possess many "positions" or "attributes," only its immense potential as a "seed of a new world." The two sides dissatisfied with the bet originally only hoped that Fanning would regroup and that once the Sixth Symphony was performed again, Fanning's matter would be more or less over. But who would have thought...
Fanning was fully aware of these circumstances, but at this moment his own divinity and artistic inspiration were truly facing the most extreme burden and the greatest dangerous challenge of his life!
The "Secret of the Endless" is the first cause of the music movement, but this work is truly miraculous and transcendent in the true sense, having broken through the scope that any experiential dimension can summarize!

Not only after a while, Fan Ning might not even know how to continue writing, but even now, right now, every wisp of his will must become a rein, controlling these enormous, wondrous, almost primordial "starlight" particles to evolve in the sacred space. If there is the slightest mistake, this nascent miracle will regress into nothingness or be completely assimilated by the madness of the outside world.

At that point, all considerations became meaningless.

The music flows under Fanning's gestures, its tone softening, before shifting to D-flat major, a whole tone lower than the tonic. This is the second theme of the exposition.

"Holy Spirit of the Creator, please descend!"

The soprano's heavenly voice resounded throughout the tower, the melody was more earnest and lyrical, and the lyrics used the first line of the Pentecostal hymn, but the order of the lines was subtly changed.

Following a similar fugue-like question-and-answer format, the chorus of "stars" responded in A-flat major, with interwoven voices and exquisite counterpoint.

In composing this melody, Fanning briefly drew inspiration from her first performance in the old industrial world—the lyrical theme in the middle section of Chopin's Fantasy-Impromptu—but in reality, it was inspired by the much older Gregorian chant.

If the sun were still high in the sky, He might have deeply regretted His previous oracle, for Fanning's profound understanding of the doctrine he displayed was so thorough that it reached the very depths of the matter. This was the most profound supplication that could be made to the Holy Spirit of the Creator, symbolizing that the worshipper placed himself in a state of receptivity, waiting to be given divine gifts.

"You are called the comforter,
The gifts of the Most High God
You are the living spring, the flame, and love.

It is the sacred anointing of the soul!

Then, another soprano led the melody into the minor key, the halo still devout, but began to reveal an uneasy shadow.

The outside world was gloomy and desolate.

"Starlight" is no longer content with just laying the groundwork; it begins a more sacred self-construction, with light capturing each other, sound aligning precisely, and light and shadow capturing, pulling, and interlocking with each other, stretching out clear lines.

The arched framework of the dome, the vertical support of the columns, the roof ridge composed of hymns, and the stained-glass windows that gather light in the "foreground" details of the soundscape—a transparent sanctuary built purely of sound and light is growing vigorously from within!
The walls are frozen hymns, the bricks and stones are resonating divine pronouncements. This time, when the soap film in the abnormal zone tried to invade from the outside again, it was "diluted" into the torrent of hymns flowing inside the barrier of light the moment it touched it.

Not a single drop of oil paint was splashed.

But further away, in deep space.

The twisted and elongated triangle, with its viscous threads intertwined, began to writhe even more violently.

"Click——"

With a muffled thud, the cracks in the tower widened, especially on the top surface, making the deep red squares of the "circular ruins" below clearly visible.

"This is not good. Actually, resisting the invasion of the anomalous zone is not that difficult. The simple projection of the Southern Kingdom could barely do it before. The key lies in this pillar of the heretical trinity that is taking shape."

Out of the corner of her eye, Fanning saw the "old" baton had left the ground and was slowly floating away!