musicians of old

Chapter 923 The Origin Destroyed
Fanning had considered separating the normal from the diseased.

I've tried all sorts of mystical or artistic methods.

But it's impossible to do. The biggest problem is that everything feels stuck and mixed up in the "old days" or in one's own "zone"!
Either stop the performance immediately, or don't force it to continue like this.

But now that the story is nearing its end, I absolutely cannot afford to have the entire performance reduced to ashes!

Thus, Fanning abruptly pushed the termination into place.

A faint cracking sound emanated from his joints, and thick golden blood began to seep from the pores of his skin!
Glory to the Father!

To the Holy Son who died and rose again,

A source of comfort and protection for the world.
Until eternity.

The separate trumpet and trombone sections solemnly played the "Illuminated Theme" once again.

"Until eternity!!"

The various voices ascended excitedly along the scale, and finally, all the sounds merged into a world-shaking E-flat major chord.

"Keng!!"

Fanning's command gesture froze in mid-air.

The surging sound waves had subsided, but the humming in the space continued. The dome resonated, the columns trembled slightly, and the sacred space was filled with an aura refined by the great sound.

A new structure began to grow. This chapter's perfect performance achieved a desperate resistance against the erosion of the heretical "pillars," and timely remedied Pogrerich's ruthless "purification." The sacred space was forcibly pulled back from the brink of collapse.

It even incorporates Bach's "starlight" and sublimates under these extreme conditions, showing a tragic resilience in the face of loss.

But
Amidst the powerful final major chord, there was also a faint but tragic sound of breaking!

The "Unending Secret," which was the primary cause of the development of music, shattered because it was forcibly activated by the "Secret of the End."

Fanning's pioneering path has been ruined!
If it were purely an artistic contest, "The Secret of Never Ending" shouldn't have been at a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, the other side had a grand, three-pronged plan behind it.

"..." Fan Ning maintained his commanding gesture, covered in blood and panting heavily, as if he would collapse at any moment.

The Sacred Space is currently in relatively good condition overall.

But the heretical "pillar of the Trinity" still hangs high, and morbid pollution continues to breed everywhere.

Pogrelic's "blade" is like a sword hanging over his head; whenever the lesion grows explosively, it may fall again to "cut the flesh and patch the sore."

As for Van Ning himself, he was already severely damaged in spirit and at his last gasp.

"What a pity, the 'Secret of Endless Journey,' the greatest unifying theory in the field of art, died young."

Mr. F sighed deeply.

This time, his voice came from the outside of the collapse—just now, when the music recapitulated, Pogrerich's dozen or so slashes had wiped out the part of his divinity that had seeped into the sacred space.

"Are you going to commit suicide outside now, or will I settle things with you later when I come down?" Pogrerich's gaze was no longer on Fanning; he looked at Mr. F's figure in the distance and asked indifferently.

At this point, Pogrelic and Van Ning's "basic cooperation terms" had been largely fulfilled. Van Ning was no longer needed; it was only a matter of time before he completed his ascension.

As for the unexpected products of the sacred space.

Originally, it wasn't within the scope of the initial discussion, but judging from Pogrerich's review and assessment just now, it has considerable potential for "recruitment." If we can find a way to utilize it later, the chances of success after taking office will increase by two or three points.

This explains why Pogrelic previously ordered his subordinates to support him and share the burden during his early stages, and why he later personally intervened to "cleanse the cancer"—a reasonable extension of the cooperation terms.

Therefore, for Fanning, the current situation after the contract has ended is ironic and "hellish".

This sacred space is appreciated and admired by two people, perhaps even more than by himself.

One is Pogorelich, and the other is Mr. F.

"Adjust your mindset in time, Master Fanning." Mr. F ignored Pogorelich's threat and instead gently comforted and enlightened Fanning, whose pioneering path had been shattered. "An early death does not negate the greatness of the 'Secret of Endless Struggle' itself. For example, the main years of Impressionism's activity were actually the shortest of all art movements. Wasn't that also an early death? But for me and for posterity, it had a profound impact."

Fan Ning couldn't reply for a moment. He couldn't hold on any longer and knelt on one knee on the suspended "ground," panting heavily.

“You didn’t repeat the path of the Sixth Symphony. Well, the last words of ‘The Unending Secret’ have created an even greater new work.” Mr. F lit a slender cigarette as he paced around. “Actually, even if you had followed the old path, there would have been no third hammer blow. That kind of self-righteous foolishness would certainly not exist again. It’s good that this ‘tribute concert’ ended like this. Thank you.”

He also expressed his gratitude to Fanning for "organizing the event".

"Let me make a correction first."

Fan Ning coughed violently a few times, then reached up to wipe his mouth, his hand covered in blood.

He finally caught his breath, slowly stood up again, staggered a couple of steps forward before finally regaining his balance.

"Let me correct something first. This is not a 'tribute concert'." Fan Ning smiled on his pale and frightening face, making a serious statement, "Hehe, this is a 'genesis concert'."

“I agree.” Mr. F nodded immediately upon hearing this. “Master Fan Ning, the naming rights are naturally in your hands, and the name is very accurate, without any exaggeration.”

“Then, concerts are usually divided into two parts,” Fanning added.

Hmm? First and second halves?

Mr. F and the other survivors all showed a change in their expressions.

Pogrerich remained unmoved, simply standing to the side, holding his knife in a reverse grip, calmly watching Van Ning begin his unsteady steps.

For Pogrerich, the methodology for managing this sacred space has always been clear and straightforward.

If the heretical "pillars" overhead are only tentatively sending in some pollution, then implant the corresponding "ashes" principles; if an explosive "lesion" forms somewhere, then cut it off completely; if the "lesion" becomes too serious to be reversed and is immediately used by dangerous elements, then cut off the entire "old" pillar of light.

The sum of all the "divisions" in History 0 is an existence that even the "disenchantment ritual" of that time could not completely erase. Fanning cannot deliver another blow, so he cannot destroy the "Old Days," and Pogrerich cannot erase them either, but he can cut them out.

However, in that case, the entire sacred space would be gone, and we would simply be back to the original basic plan of "40% certainty".

Pogrelic watched calmly as Van Ning staggered away.

Fanning walked slowly, but her steps were short.

He actually walked directly into one of the vertices of the triangle, which is the central axis of the sacred space—the tainted pillar of light of the "Old Days"!