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The image of Fuxi playing the Divine Heavenly Resonance appeared in Rhein's mind.

The greatest sound is often silent; heaven and earth are without sound!

Clearly, there was no sound of ordinary musical notes, yet it caused the Great Dao to tremble, and the wheels of earth, fire, water, and wind to rotate.

This sound had already far surpassed what human power could achieve, even far beyond the music of nature!

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Rhein instantly felt countless wonderful principles of music unfolding before him.

In the blink of an eye, he had already fallen into a state of enlightenment, immersed in the comprehension of Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance.

鈥?鈥?,"At the same time, Quirrell, who had returned to his family with that old male wizard, was also enduring the churning nausea in his stomach, constantly flattering the wizard under Voldemort's guidance.

It must be said that Voldemort's ability to grasp people's hearts is powerful against the vast majority of people.

Unknowingly, he and Quirrell had figured out the old wizard's background completely.

This guy was indeed the head of a pure-blood family!

Although not one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but a later small pure-blood family, its foundation was quite ancient.

Especially when the old wizard mentioned that there was also a secret treasure hidden in his home, said to be far earlier than the founding of Hogwarts, a product of the mythological era.

Hearing this, both Quirrell and Voldemort's eyes lit up.

There are indeed many ancient items in the magical world, but it is already very difficult to have a history of more than a thousand years.

Among them, there are not many that can retain practical value.

After all, the magic attached to items will also disappear with the passage of time.

Just like most invisibility cloaks, their invisibility effects will continue to fade.

To keep these ancient items effective, they either need to be maintained and reinforced with magic generation after generation.

Or they were very precious items in that distant era, and the magic attached to them was powerful enough to resist the passage of time.

The value of such items is often extremely high.

This is only a thousand years, the era of the four founders of Hogwarts.

And those items that can be traced back to the mythological era, each one can be called a rare treasure, the value of which is immeasurable.

Some even come with magic that is unimaginable now.

For example, the magical world once found a stone tablet handed down from the mythological era, which contained thirty-three magical runes.

That was believed to be the runic alphabet that Odin in Norse mythology obtained at the cost of one eye, containing incredible magical secrets.

The magical world has since added a subject called Runes!

The famous Avada Kedavra curse was simplified and improved by Voldemort from seven runic alphabets back then!

The preciousness of items from the mythological era can be seen from this.

The fact that this old wizard's family actually had such an ancient item really made Quirrell and Voldemort ecstatic.

Even if this thing is unlikely to contain valuable knowledge like the runic tablet, its value is extraordinary.

Getting this thing is enough for them to exchange for the alchemy items and potions they need!

So Quirrell didn't care about his integrity anymore, leaning against the old wizard's arms like a little bird, and whined.

"Darling, your family is so amazing."

"Can you let me admire your family's treasure?"

"Please, darling."

Under Quirrell's offensive, although the old wizard was initially doubtful, he soon laughed triumphantly and pinched Quirrell's butt hard.

"Since you want to see it, then I'll take you to broaden your horizons."

"Hmph, let you see what the foundation of an ancient family is!"

Soon, the old wizard took Quirrell to a secret warehouse in the family's basement.

After uncovering the invisibility cloak covering a corner of the warehouse, a black light deeper than the night also flowed before their eyes.

Quirrell looked at the items covered under the invisibility cloak, and for a moment, he held his breath, revealing a shocked expression.

"This is鈥?鈥"

"A harp?!"

What appeared before him was a rather large black harp.

The black body of the harp was inlaid with golden patterns, and the strings, even after countless years, still shimmered with a mysterious luster.

It looked as if it was brand new.

The old wizard looked proud.

"How is it, very beautiful, right?"

"Look at this exquisite body, I don't know how much fine gold and mithril was used to build it, this ingenious craftsmanship, even goblins will be amazed, this is not a skill that should appear in the mortal world!"

"Not to mention the existence that used it鈥?鈥"

He lowered his voice.

"According to our family's generations of research, we believe that this harp is very likely to have been used by the Underworld King in the mythological era, a harp containing the power of death."

"It will bring death to anyone who hears its music!"

Then, the old wizard's dry, chicken-claw-like fingers suddenly plucked the strings.

A dull sound was immediately emitted.

Quirrell was startled, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

The old wizard laughed loudly.

"Scared?"

"Don't worry, our family's ancestors have tried it many times, no one can use it to play music."

"Even if you invite the most brilliant musicians, it's the same."

"This harp has passed away with that mythical era, or rather, has fallen into eternal sleep."

"Otherwise, if our family took it to play in front of Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, wouldn't the magical world be dominated by us alone?"

Immediately, the old wizard looked at Quirrell and chuckled strangely.

"You wanted to see this treasure, and I've already shown it to you."

"Then I want to see your treasure now, come on, let me see it again."

Quirrell felt a chill in his heart, frowned, and dodged the old wizard's skinny fingers reaching for his vitals.

The old wizard's face immediately darkened.

"What do you mean?"

Quirrell drew his wand, looking at him with disgust, but at the same time, he seemed to be talking to someone.

"The thing has already been seen, so there's no point in keeping this disgusting thing, right?"

The old wizard felt a chill in his heart and said warily.

"Who are you talking to?"

"I warn you, I am a reputable person, if you, a lowly stripper from a strip club, dare to do anything to me, you will be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of your life鈥?鈥"

Only in the next second, the old wizard saw Quirrell's expression become extremely twisted and ferocious.

"Threaten me?"

"An disgusting old wizard dares to threaten me, Quirrell?"

"Enough, really enough, what kind of life am I living?!"

The old wizard was startled.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"Calm down, why don't you leave now, I won't tell the Aurors to arrest you and throw you into Azkaban, I'll just pretend I never saw you tonight!"

Only Quirrell revealed a sinister expression.

"Too late."

Then, he unhesitatingly recited the Unforgivable Curse at the old wizard.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

One after another dazzling green lights roared out from the tip of Quirrell's wand, falling one after another on the old wizard's body, which had already become a corpse, as if only in this way could Quirrell vent the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

Even Voldemort didn't say anything at this time, for fear of stimulating Quirrell.

This guy is probably mentally unstable because of the continuous encounters.

If he doesn't let him vent, he might just go crazy.

Voldemort still needs him now.

Finally, after a long while, Quirrell finally gasped for breath, calming down the surging murderous intent in his heart.

His gaze fell on the harp said to be from the mythological era and played by the Underworld King.

At this moment, the strings of the harp seemed to be plucked by invisible hands.

Grand, solemn, and cold, deathly silent notes burst forth between the strings, converging into a low sound.

"It's not time yet, who awakened me?"

Immediately, the strings rang sharply, suddenly becoming harsh and noisy.

"@##锟?"

"Is it the great Dominator who has chosen me, ordering me to play the overture of return?"

"I will sweep away the presumptuous ants who dare to block the path of the Dominators' return."

"Who is Rhein Snow? I will end his life!"

鈥?鈥?,"At this time.

Rhein slowly opened his eyes, the scene when he comprehended Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance was still flashing in his mind, as if the aftersound lingered.

"Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance鈥?鈥"

"As expected of the top-level musical path supernatural power created by Fuxi, among supernatural powers, its power is probably already the best."

"If it were in Fuxi's hands, it could suppress countless innate great supernatural powers, which is truly wonderful."

Rhein would never be able to fully comprehend such a supernatural power in a short period of time.

Even that moment of enlightenment was still a distance away from truly entering the door.

"Fuxi listened to the sounds of the world, created music, and from this comprehended Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance."

"To cultivate this supernatural power, it is best to listen to more music, especially those ancient tunes, which are of great benefit to comprehending Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance."

If it were before, Rhein would have had some trouble obtaining such resources.

But now that he has the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion store, it is much more convenient.

With the current popularity of Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, collecting some ancient music is still very easy.

Plus the help of the Cave Subtle Heavenly Eye, Rhein's eyes flickered.

It won't be long before he enters the door of Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance.

At this time, Rhein suddenly frowned, sensing a slight abnormality.

"Hmm?"

"Someone is muttering about me behind my back again?"

"This murderous intent is quite strong."

Rhein revealed a bit of curiosity.

For him to feel even a slight reaction now, it must be from no ordinary person.

This feeling... it's like Voldemort and Quirrell are mixed up in this again?

What new tricks are these two playing on me?

At the same time, a prompt appeared on the system screen in front of Rhine.

[A clone of the Treasure Daoist went treasure hunting and obtained an eerie treasure in a secret place in the West. It is related to Luo Hou, and its murderous aura soars to the sky!]

[The host now possesses the Sword Dao of Slaughter, and has a path contention relationship with Luo Hou. The enmity of blocking the path is irreconcilable!]

[Although the Sages cannot descend in person yet, with some arrangements, they caused this treasure of Luo Hou to fall into the hands of the Treasure Daoist, becoming his aid, vowing to kill you!]

Rhine raised an eyebrow.

The Demon Ancestor Luo Hou?

Although he is not yet a Sage, he is only one step away from becoming one. He is unimaginably ancient in the Primordial World, and is by no means comparable to ordinary Quasi-Sages.

Even Zhao Gongming, Kong Xuan, and Daoist Lu Ya, who shone brightly during the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, have a qualitative difference compared to Luo Hou.

This time, the system prompt is actually about a treasure of Luo Hou?

Could it be something left over from the Mythological Era?

Rhine's expression became a little solemn.

The wizards of the Mythological Era were truly as powerful as gods compared to the wizards of today.

Whether it's the magic used for combat, or alchemy and potions, they are far beyond what the current magical world can achieve.

Compared to the Old Ones who only descend as projections, the power of a product of the Mythological Era that has been revived may even exceed them, and Rhine must treat it with caution!

But after a moment, confusion appeared in Rhine's eyes.

For some reason, this time the Old Ones are setting up a big game, and the revival of mythology seems to be aiming for something big, but he doesn't feel any sense of crisis coming.

On the contrary, the Heavenly Secrets Prediction talent tells him鈥攁n opportunity has arrived!

Then, Rhine shook his head.

The Heavenly Secrets Prediction talent has never deceived him. Since it says it's an opportunity, there must be a reason for it.

Besides, even if it's a product of the Mythological Era, it's almost impossible to pose a fatal threat to Rhine, who hasn't exposed his Blood Rebirth ability yet.

Immediately, Rhine didn't feel too nervous about this. Apart from setting aside some mental energy to be on guard, the rest of his mind was invested in comprehending the Fuxi Divine Heavenly Resonance.

The sooner he masters the Fuxi Divine Heavenly Resonance, the sooner he will have another powerful method!

......

In front of the Harp of Hades.

Hearing the music it played, filled with murderous intent towards Rhine, Quirrell and Voldemort fell silent.

Although they didn't understand the situation, it seemed that this product of the Mythological Era suddenly revived to deal with Rhine?

But isn't this too risky?

From the past to the present, the rule they have summarized is鈥攁s long as you don't provoke Rhine, you usually won't be too unlucky.

But if you plot something against Rhine, or even want his life, the consequences are often unbearable.

This Harp of Hades probably hasn't suffered from Rhine's strangeness yet, otherwise how would it dare to say such things as ending Rhine's life?

Voldemort used to think that he must kill Rhine, but since he discovered that he was inexplicably suffering more and more losses, he doesn't say that anymore!

At this moment, the strings of the Harp of Hades were plucked again, making a low sound, which seemed to be a little surprised by Voldemort's existence.

"A wizard who has reached the peak of mortals?"

"And this soul, twisted and broken to such an extent..."

"In an era where ancient slumber and mythology have dissipated, to be able to reach this level, you are indeed very remarkable."

"The great Rulers have given a hint, saying that someone will help me kill Rhine Snow, it seems that it is you?"

After a moment, Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, obviously fearing the Harp of Hades, a product from the Mythological Era, and was ready to strike with all his strength at any time.

"I don't know any Rulers."

"As for Rhine, I do hope he dies, but this little wizard is very strange, he is not so easy to deal with."

"If you want to kill Rhine, I advise you to be careful."

Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"I just want to get the Philosopher's Stone to restore my body and peak strength."

"If you can help me achieve my goal, then I will naturally be able to kill Rhine."

The Harp of Hades issued an indignant strum.

"Do you think I can't kill a mere little wizard?"

"I come from the Mythological Era, I have even seen the descendants of gods. At the age of eleven, even if he has the blood of gods flowing in him, he can't be too strong, let alone in the era you are in."

Voldemort shook his head.

"I told you, this little wizard is very strange."

"To be on the safe side, you can help me get the Philosopher's Stone first, and then discuss the matter of cooperating to kill Rhine."

The sound of the Harp of Hades plucking the strings became more and more noisy, extremely dissatisfied with Voldemort's caution.

"I really don't know what's so special about an eleven-year-old little wizard!"

Voldemort also frowned.

MMP, he has something from the Mythological Era, but this thing doesn't listen to him.

Rather than having such a thing, it would be better to have something else, sell it directly and exchange it for alchemical items and potions!

While they were arguing, Quirrell said timidly.

"Master, and Your Excellency Harp..."

"How about we compromise?"

"Your Excellency Harp, you tell us how you plan to kill Rhine Snow. If we think it's feasible, then we can discuss the matter of cooperation."

"If this plan is too unreliable, then you should help Master get the Philosopher's Stone first, so that Master can restore his peak strength. This way, you will be more confident in completing the tasks of those Rulers, right?"

The Harp of Hades thought for a moment, and its strings plucked, playing a piece of music.

In an instant, Voldemort's expression tightened, and he laid down protective magic around him.

From the music of the Harp of Hades, he felt a strong threat.

The Harp of Hades said lightly.

"Don't worry, since you are the helpers chosen for me by the Rulers, for the sake of the task, I won't attack you."

"I just have to let you see my power."

"Look, this house has already been shrouded in death."

Voldemort and Quirrell took a deep breath and walked from the basement to the top.

What they saw was a scene of deathly silence.

The remaining few old wizards' blood relatives in this family had silently turned into corpses.

Not only that, but even the flying insects, mice, and green plants in the house were now in a state of death.

Even the portraits hanging on the walls were motionless.

At the moment when the Harp of Hades played the music, the portraits were given the attribute of 'death'!

When they returned to the Harp of Hades again, Voldemort's eyes showed a few more traces of solemnity as he looked at it.

Items left over from the Mythological Era really have incredible magic.

This music is almost a range-type Killing Curse?!

He took a deep breath, looked at the Harp of Hades, and asked.

"How are you going to kill Rhine Snow?"

The Harp of Hades said matter-of-factly.

"I only need to play a piece of music. Once Rhine Snow hears it, his life will naturally come to an end."

"The only thing you have to do is bring me close to him."

Voldemort's eyes lit up.

A very simple plan, but the simpler the plan, the more effective it is.

With the ability shown by the Harp of Hades, Rhine is likely to be hit by surprise.

Perhaps, it can really work?!

"Then the only question is how to get close enough to let the music reach Rhine's ears."

"This range must be close enough."

Voldemort pondered this question.

At this moment, the sky gradually brightened, and the new issue of the Daily Prophet was delivered.

It wrote in a conspicuous headline the notice published by Wanbao Pavilion.

"Wanbao Pavilion is collecting various ancient music in the magical world with a large reward from today onwards. The more ancient, the better. If it is music with magical effects, there is also a large reward..."

When he saw this notice, Voldemort was stunned.

"Huh?!"

Immediately, he was overjoyed.

"Isn't this a coincidence?!"

Wanbao Pavilion must have been opened by Rhine.

The matter of collecting music is probably related to Rhine.

He was thinking about how to let Rhine hear the music of the Harp of Hades, and Rhine came to his door himself?

As long as he sends the music of the Harp of Hades to Wanbao Pavilion, Rhine will likely be able to hear it.

The only question is...

Voldemort looked at the Harp of Hades.

"Are you really sure your music can kill Rhine?"

The Harp of Hades suddenly strummed, its voice filled with pride.

"My music is known as the Requiem of the Dead, and has witnessed the moment of Ragnarok!"

"Even ordinary gods will suffer irreversible damage or even death after listening to my music, let alone an eleven-year-old little wizard?"

"Guaranteed to die!"