musicians of old

Chapter 920 The Tower Has Collapsed!
Yes, the entire "ring-shaped ruins" under the "X coordinate" have begun to collapse!
Not only the one where the "resistance ritual" is located, but also the countless other phantoms layered around it!

This is a scene that has never occurred before, including in previous "noon sunset" events and even in the exorcism rituals of the 0th history!
"Rise, light of reason!—"

Whether it's the Eighth Symphony playing in your ears, the surrounding "starlight," or the dome, columns, roof ridge, and sound wall composed of sacred geometric lines, these are all illusory light and shadow objects. The people's feet are still truly standing on the platform of the tower.

Suddenly, a terrifying feeling of weightlessness gripped everyone.

It wasn't a fall; it was the very "existence" that had supported them for countless eons that vanished.

An investigator instinctively tried to grab a protruding boulder next to him, but his hands missed. The entire horizontal plane he was on tilted and collapsed inexplicably.

Beneath his feet lay a jumble of broken pieces, with boiling, colorful oil and turbulent spatial currents churning within the cracks. This was the original, most concentrated, and most primal state of the abnormal zone that had completely leaked out after the collapse of the tower, the core source of all things.

The man screamed as he fell into the swamp of vibrant colors. During his fall, his body was assimilated, stretched, and twisted into another unknown biological form, becoming part of the chaotic background.

"Hold the formation! Hold the line!"

A patrolman roared, but before he could finish speaking, the entire spot beneath his feet vanished completely. He and several of his men were instantly swallowed by the swirling currents of color, leaving only a half-voiced command echoing in the void. Some tried to grab onto anything they could, but only managed to grasp handfuls of rapidly dissipating pale dust. Others stood frozen, their eyes vacant, their spirits seemingly destroyed by the spectacle before their bodies. A very few, however, wore strange expressions of relief, as if they had foreseen this moment, opening their arms to embrace the end.

Of course, the above is only a part.

The "starlight" of the sacred space actually covered a considerable area, exceeding the edge of the tower's top, and a faint halo spread even further out.

There were still quite a few other people—including some from other times and other towers—who, although their feet collapsed, did not fall, but instead stood directly within this illusory, sacred geometric framework.

Judge, judged, controller, controlled.

The devout, the lost, the heretics and the divisive, the saved, the abandoned, the pure and the wavering.

Desperate cries, futile prayers, frantic roars, fanatical praises, and eulogies of gratitude all mingled with the deafening roar of the collapsing tower, creating a terrifying apocalyptic noise.

"Boom!"

Another terrifying, earth-shattering roar erupted.

at last.

This "ring-shaped ruin," which held countless secrets of time and space, could no longer hold on and exploded in several sections from the middle!

Whether it's the rocks bearing ancient marks or the steel bars with the feel of old industry, they are like sandcastles struck by an invisible giant hammer, their towers twisted and broken, turning into pale ashes that flutter in the sky, shimmering with fragments of past time and space.

"Whoosh—" "Boom!!!"

A fragment of the tower, flying into the air, contained a scene of war from a long-vanished dynasty. The next second, it was smashed to pieces by another fragment, shrouded in the neon lights of a city, and the two were annihilated together.

Even the rust-red fog itself was "evaporating," and the survivors' breathing became scorching and chaotic. Each painful inhale felt like inhaling time and space filled with sharp scum.

In the very center of this chaotic world, where heaven and earth have collapsed and all things have returned to nothingness, the sacred space led by Fan Ning is like the only remaining ark in a raging sea, radiating the light of reason and creation! This illusory space held up the remaining figures out of thin air.

The tower has collapsed, but the first wave of crisis has temporarily passed. The pollution from the heretical "pillars" and the control from dictators have been "requisitioned" by reason.

The sacred space was neither assimilated nor became the next "Ember" controlled area. Instead, under the influence of the "Light of Reason" and the "Illumination Theme," it became more solid and "three-dimensional," no longer just an illusory "plane" as before.

As Fan Ning stood at the core forged from reason and light, a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.

He found a preliminary approach to dealing with these dangerous and authoritarian elements.

—Confrontation is not the solution; we must dismantle and control it. As the creator of the sacred space, I have a home-field advantage and can use higher rationality to govern the cold control or chaotic energy.

As long as the "theme of illumination" can be fully explored or developed, these things will not be shackles, but rather can become nourishment for the sacred space that is still relatively "illusory".

Or at least, during this stage when both sides are still wary and testing the waters, I won't let these troubles affect my creative process!
"Rise, light of reason!"

"Rise, light of reason!!"

The music suddenly took on a fighting spirit, with the trombone roaring as its seven notes descended in a torrent.

"Drive away that distant enemy, and grant us eternal peace!!!"

Fan Ning seized this rare opportunity to catch his breath and repeatedly emphasized the lyrics "enemy" and "peace," striking them hard with sudden, strong emphasis!
The "Illumination Theme" and the preceding "Holy Spirit of the Creator" theme are now transformed into a double fugue, and beneath the rigorous contrapuntal structure, a wild vitality begins to surge forth!

As Fan Ning opened and closed his arms, his left hand lifted up several even brighter stars from the vast galaxy, while his other hand swiftly tapped, giving them seven solitary voices to correspond with the next sacred "Sevenfold Grace" musical idea he had constructed—

You bear seven kinds of grace.

The power of the Father's right fingertip!

As energy continues to build, the music triumphantly returns to E major, with the "Illuminated Theme" presented in even greater glory—

“Through you, we come to know the Father.”
Also knew the Son of God,
With you, a fellow Holy Spirit,
We will always trust in you!

The seven "stars" that lent their solo vocal parts burst forth with rings of dazzling light, and the battle horn resounded passionately within the sacred space!
The angelic voices of the children's choir did not dissipate, but gradually merged strangely with the turbulent currents of battle.

Yes, here Fanning reiterates the mystery of the Holy Sun Church's "Trinity".

Aside from rewriting the subtitle of his symphony with the word "Kingdom," the meaning of "Holy Spirit" in the lyrics here still follows classical doctrine.

He did hold a sliver of hope, looking at the other nearly dead "triangle" below the horizon, wondering if there was any chance of winning it back!

(End of this chapter)