musicians of old

Chapter 922 Heresy of the "Trinity"
"What is this?

Fan Ning glanced at the "old" central pillar of light in a daze, and it seemed to be covered with dense "signatures of the masters of the 0th history".

He stared intently, trying to see clearly, but the signature twisted and turned like a worm, transforming into some filthy and vicious patterns.

A silent, dangerous cover and replacement quietly spread from the very foundation of the entire sacred space—from the starlight that constitutes its existence and is directly connected to the "old" existence.

Initially, it was just a barely perceptible shift in pitch that caused the emerging harmonic color to exhibit an unnatural distortion, resembling a passage in the style of a deceased master, yet not actually being one.

Subsequently, this tendency to "defamiliarize the familiar" became increasingly apparent. The flowing textures on a barrier of light subtly outlined Beethoven's intense brushstrokes—the style and technique were undeniably genuine—but the core of the "heroic" melody played on the French horn was quietly replaced, becoming a fervent sacrifice to a predetermined fate. Elsewhere, the angelic voices of Mozart's children, their hopeful melodic lines, were forcibly stitched with the fatalistic sighing patterns of a certain late Romantic master.
"This can't go on."

"First cause! Rewrite! Rewrite it for me!"

Fanning activated the "Secret of Never Ending" and started it running wildly!

He tried to continue and rewrite this dangerous and out-of-control situation, but after “circling” a musical logic, the “light theme” was then mixed with a trace of the ancient chanting temperament of the Dark Ages. A kind of rigid authority repeatedly changed within its own musical logic, turning into a desperate internal conflict!
"Master Fan Ning, we meet again."

As the music neared its end, the familiar voice of the dangerous element finally rang out!

Mr. F pointed with his cane first, and stepped out of the "old" garish beam of light!
"A gift?" He surveyed this sacred space, his voice low, warm, and filled with a satisfied sigh. "You truly are a genius, the seed of a new world. How holy, how beautiful. The culmination of all ages, this is the rightful destiny of the 'Old Days,' true immortality!"

The more the man looked at Fan Ning, the more satisfied he became, his gratitude and admiration for Fan Ning beyond words.

The perfect seed, the perfect "incubator".

He did indeed arrive leisurely, late and carefree, because there was nothing he needed to worry about beforehand. The "Moon of Noon" and the "Viper of Truth" were destined to be in place by the passage of time, no matter in any time or space.

Everything was just a prelude to the project; this sacred space, created under Fanning's leadership and based on the "old days," provided the purest cradle.

Now that the "pillar" has been formed, the next "great undertaking" can begin—building the "path"!
Proliferating blood vessels, viscous threads, and increasingly swollen internal organs—the path to the "new world" begins to be built.

The triangle is the starting point, the sacred space where the "Noon Moon," the "Viper of Truth," and the "Old Days" reside, especially the latter, where viscous threads begin to sprout and grow from around the colorful pillar of light.

Walk through the corridor and out of the dome.

This "path" will first connect all celestial bodies, all organs, and all witnesses in deep space, then connect all the key nodes and doors under the "radiance," and its outer edge will also connect to the new migrating mountains, basins, and wastelands in the future. Finally, it will connect to the world of awakening.

It is incredibly magnificent and beautiful.

"The initial light that all people crave in order to enter, possess, or transcend the 'radiance' should surely lead us all into eternity."

Mr. F recited the oracle of the sun softly, as if savoring its memory, and then chuckled at Fanning.

“Master Fan Ning, this feat will undoubtedly lead you through the ‘Gate of the Dome.’ There is a seat available above the dwelling, but it is not for me, mainly because I have little interest in it. However, I sincerely recommend you for a higher position. You can now begin to cultivate your own divine name.”

The music is heading towards a predictably glorious finale.

The light of the sacred space flickers uncertainly in the gap between purity and corruption, between the constraints of order and the driving force of the universe.

It seemed as if it were about to completely disintegrate at any moment, or as if it was about to transform into some entirely unknown form under extreme pressure. "Clang—"

At that moment, a dangerous and sharp metallic vibration rang out.

The "blade" that had always hung over Fanning's head has left.

It's back in Pogrelic's hands!
With a flick of the wrist, the knife suddenly reversed direction, power and danger intertwined, transforming into a blade of light that stretched across the heavens and earth, slashing with unparalleled precision at the area inside the temple that was most severely affected by "style cancer"!
Pogorelich personally intervened!

At this moment, His needs briefly overlapped with Fanning's—to cleanse the pollution brought in by the "old day".

But the reason He actually took action probably had nothing to do with "saving Fanning"; it was purely to purify these "errors" and "redundancy."

"laugh--!"

A sound that makes one spiritually uneasy, as if rules were being forcibly ironed flat.

"Swoosh—!" "Swoosh—!"

Where the blade of control and dissection cuts, those "fatalistic views," "sacrifice fanaticism," and "rigid authority" that were stitched in, or the "starlight" lines and "sound brick" structures that have become diseased from within the temple, are ruthlessly stripped away and burned!
Fan Ning, who was giving the order, suddenly staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood mist everywhere. He felt a sharp pain deep in his mind, as if a piece of his brain had been forcibly ripped out!

Pogorelich's shots are precise and ruthless.

Absolutely upright and honest, without any personal grudges.

Of course, how many "healthy structures" would be killed is certainly not within His consideration.

His sole purpose was to eliminate heresy.

At times like this, no one will wait for Fanning to slowly separate the two.

"Snap!" "Pfft—"

Semen splattered, and the filthy contents of organs and tissues were scattered all over the ground.

Along with the sacred geometric structure that originally belonged to Fanning in that area, it was also torn apart and shattered!
Some of the more severely affected areas were even "evolved" into a blank space, pure and pristine, yet utterly lifeless. Fanning tried to find another thread of inspiration, but it felt like a "formatted hard drive"!
“We can start wrapping things up now, Master Fanning.”

After making more than a dozen cuts, the progression of the disease temporarily slowed down, and Pogrerich calmly urged Fanning to end his performance.

"The 'Tribute Concert' is coming to an end, this homage ceremony is coming to an end. Your performance met expectations. As I ascend the steps again, the commitment regarding the survival of 'New World' art remains valid."

"..." At this moment, Fan Ning's divinity was once again nearly exhausted, and he was in a state of great suffering. He was like a patient who had been forced to undergo a radical "chemotherapy" program. He could neither curse nor make any extra expressions to respond!
He endured the excruciating pain, grasped the last musical phrase, and guided the melody of "Starlight" and the more complex network of counterpoint, like the finest needle and thread, forcibly stitching together these plowed-out "blank" areas.

A truly satisfying conclusion has arrived.

"Oh no, this is bad!"

Fan Ning, who was activating the "Secret of Endless Flow", felt that every "running strip" was blocked by another foreign object with an aura of the end, as if someone else had blocked all his joints!