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Chapter 545 Flying

After a sudden roar which only lasted a brief moment, a long silence ensued.

Even the howl of the hurricane seemed to be have disappeared.

The expected earth-shattering turmoil did not happen, as the collision between the tornado and the moon was over in an instant. The Indigo Moon had silently infiltrated the tornado like ice cubes being dropped into water. Despite remaining distinct from each other, but they appeared to be of the same nature.

From the perspective of the school of abstinence, this was a reverse interference of the nature of the substance, termed \'the blending of natures\'.

Instead of using music theory to stimulate the hidden nature of the substance, activating it in order to modify the substance itself, Ye Qingxuan combined two different natures, that were originally in sharp conflict, together. It was like hiding fire in ice, or making streams of water gush out of stone. The contradiction was forcibly subdued, and harmony was achieved.

Ye Qingxuan also employed a technique he had learned from Abraham\'s music theory. Only by using the two together, could he assimilate his body with aether, achieving the stage of vacuum, whereby blood circulation would be replaced by aether circulation.

But at this moment, the Son of Phoenix was so shocked by his observations that his jaw almost dropped. It was not that he was unfamiliar with the technique of the blending of natures, but he also understood its difficulty very well. Plus, the greater the amount of matter and the more their natures differ, the more frightening the magnitude of variables involved in the process would be.

To force a tornado containing such a terrifying amount of power to merge with moonlight of a completely different nature, and to make the two coexist in peace, how insanely difficult was that?

It was totally beyond his imagination.

Right from the start, the commander had given him too many surprises, to the extent that he had become completely numb. He stared at the moonlight in the storm in awe and couldn\'t help but mutter, "Sure enough, they are all monsters."

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Strip away the appearance of matter and reveal the music theory of its essence—this was the concept that the school of abstinence had always embraced.

In the eyes of musicians of the school of abstinence, regardless of whether they had chosen the path of domain or the path of commandment, the world was a movement composed of endless music theory.

Modifications or chorales… In essence, everything was made up of different facets of music theory. In order to pursue the essence of music theory, emphasis was placed on the renunciation of the concept of self, so that one\'s tenacity could blend into aether, allowing one to understand the mysteries of the Originator.

In the raging tornado, appalling hurricanes were blowing all the time. Thunder and lightning galloped in a mist of scorching water vapor, evolving into hellish imagery. Ye Qingxuan operated the Indigo Moon in such a harsh environment, even making advances against the wind.

Innumerable perception threads blended in with the faint moonlight, spreading towards the storm center of the hurricanes. All the changes within were interpreted using the way of deciphering and summarized as a blurred model in the hands of Ye Qingxuan.

The moonlight fluctuated, sometimes strong and other times weak, sometimes brightening and other times dimming, like a weak candle\'s flame in the wind. But no matter how the hurricane swept and raged, it could not suppress the moonlight it found irritating.

Amid the struggle, the moon seemed to have blended into the hurricane. Yet as if it was on a critical boundary, it maintained its independence throughout, never once assimilated by the terrifying tornado. The situation was alarmingly dangerous, like dancing on tips of knives.

In the orderless chaos, the moon tidied and reorganized the entangled music theory. Countless strands of music theory dissipated outwards, following certain unseen rules. Under the guidance of the moonlight, the strands of music theory wove into an abstract net, all the nodes gathered within the circle of moonlight.

Utilizing the net as the core, Ye Qingxuan infiltrated the storm little by little with his tenacity, constructing a vast network to interfere with the control of the tornado. For the Mountain of Nomadism, the experience was not one it would consider enjoyable. The frightening amount of power contained in the hurricane was like the hands of a giant, constantly reaching out towards the goddamn moon, trying to squash it into pieces.

Everything should have broken apart after being subjected to such a terrifying amount of power.

But the moon was as difficult to catch and contain as a flying insect, slipping between one\'s fingers every time. When one wasn\'t paying attention, it would take the opportunity to sting. While the counter-attacks from the moon was not fatal, it sufficed to irritate the beast, almost driving it mad.

The moonlight shone calmly, connecting thousands of strands of music theory to the core of the hurricane, guiding them accordingly to erode the control of the hurricane by the Mountain of Nomadism.

The massive gravitational force radiating from the Symphony of Predestination gathered together, forming vortexes. At every critical moment, the vortexes would supply a crucial gust of counter-current, forcibly containing the wind and preventing any expansion beyond its initial scale.

Since Ye Qingxuan\'s infiltration, not only did the hurricane fail to expand, but a substantial amount of the potential energy within was also consumed. It was starting to show signs of shrinking in size.

To compete with Ye Qingxuan in terms of utilizing external powers was a mistake from the start. No one could be more proficient than him in this aspect.

From the very beginning when he was just an apprentice, he had been constantly utilizing external powers to achieve his own goals. From the enchantment of Avalon to the sacred fire of Auschwitz, the Central Sanctuary of the Sacred City, the music theory of Hyakume, the projection of the Holy Caldron... Moreover, he never returned what he had borrowed. Everything that went into his pocket eventually became his, leaving others with no hope of ever getting them back.

When the Mountain of Nomadism realized its mistake, Ye Qingxuan had destroyed at least one-third of the tornado! Furthermore, the power it borrowed to summon the tornado required payment in blood! The tornado roared furiously, and the enraged Mountain of Nomadism hiding within it chased after the moon, biting at it madly! Empowered by the ocean and the hurricane, it almost succeeded in tearing the moon apart within just two attacks.

The moonlight flickered but gradually dimmed. It continued to wander within the hurricane but avoided further head-on confrontations with the Mountain of Nomadism. Instead, it employed a touch and go strategy, fighting back briefly when it had the opportunity. But otherwise, it ignored the raging Mountain of Nomadism completely.

The enormous serpent was covered in flames from its burning blood, its size almost doubling, and it hissed again. The hurricane expanded in a sudden.

The pressure on Ye Qingxuan soared greatly. The tornado was getting more and more violent, all the energy moving towards its core, surrounding Ye Qingxuan on all sides, wanting to crush him first!

Some distance away from the hurricane, everyone on the ship had almost been stunned by the horrifying scene. Every time they looked at the moonlight, they couldn\'t help but marvel. They had trouble imagining how much more he could achieve in battle in the future.

"Captain Igor, turn the ship around," Ye Qingxuan\'s voice suddenly rang out.

"Pardon?" Igor was momentarily stunned. He turned his head back and looked behind the ship at the huge tornado penetrating both the sea and the sky. He couldn\'t help but gulp. "Turn around? Are you kidding me? The charging of the keel is not done yet!"

"Listen to me, turn it around!" Ye Qingxuan raised his voice. "Don\'t stand there like an idiot. I can\'t keep this up for much longer! We are already in such a dire situation, there\'s no more point in fearing death. To die early or to die later, isn\'t it all the same?"

Well said!

If Igor was not at risk of dying, he would have clapped in applause for Ye Qingxuan. For a while, he had a look of hesitation of his face, as he could not make up his mind.

The first officer steering the ship turned to him and asked, "Captain...what..."

"Didn\'t you hear Mr. Ye\'s instructions?" Igor gritted his teeth, paused, then waved his hand with a look of anguish. "Turn around! Get the lifeboat ready, worst case scenario, we abandon the ship."

Turn around!

The first officer waved and the rudder turned wildly. In a flash, everyone on board felt a huge force acting on the hull, as if it was trying to throw them off.

Due to the centripetal force, innumerable rivets scraped against the ship plates, making piercing whines. Because of the sudden turn, the entire hull was almost bent into an arc, setting off a crashing wave in the sea of darkness. Then, with maximum horsepower, the ship shot forward towards the tornado that was sweeping through the sea and the sky, the steel ship charged fearlessly!

"Get ready to fire." Ye Qingxuan\'s voice rang out. Together with his words came a perception thread of moonlight, which connected itself to the back of Igor\'s head. Immediately after, data from the other end poured into Igor\'s mind like a tide.

Wind speed, wind direction, the speed of the ship, its coordinates, the extent of engine overload, change in weight, loading stress… Igor only felt his vision turning black as data rushed into his mind nonstop, as if it was going to blow his head up. "Mr. Ye, are you trying to kill me?!"

"Why are you so useless?" Ye Qingxuan seemed to sigh helplessly, making Igor so gloomy that he almost vomited blood. But soon, the flood-like data reduced significantly, having been sorted by Ye Qingxuan in terms of priority. In Igor\'s vision, they formed a dynamic mindmap that would only appear when he gazed upon it intently.

"Get ready, Captain," Ye Qingxuan said. "Other than the firing, you need not pay attention to anything else."

Igor shook his head resignedly, having understood the plan Ye Qingxuan had in mind. He used the final seconds to gulp down some liquor from his bottle, and wiped his wet beard dry.

"I am old, Mr. Ye. You have ruined my boat, so at least be more considerate for the sake of my heart?" said Igor.

Ye Qingxuan did not bother to reply.

Igor muttered to himself, and strapped himself to the seat with leather rope. Finally, he pressed both of his hands on the handle. "I didn\'t expect that I could be involved in such an exciting fight at this age. Even if I have to pay the price with this ship, it\'s worth it!"

Boom! The iron ship broke through the oncoming hurricane, riding on the huge waves and leaping between them. It moved up and down, sailing forward bumpily, but its speed was getting faster and faster. In the end, the engines weren\'t even needed anymore, as the violent pull of the tornado dragged the iron boat forward to its death.

The sound of steel plates being twisted rang out continuously. Rivets were ejected from the ship constantly, and with loud bangs, pieces of steel fell off from the ship into the sea, like the removal of burdensome clothes. The ship rushed forward, hugging its impending doom with its arms wide open!

In front of it, the appalling tornado that was gigantic enough to swallow an island whole was getting extremely close. Amid countless flashes of lightning and thunder, one could vaguely see the horrifying outline of the Mountain of Nomadism.

"You only have one opportunity," Ye Qingxuan\'s strained voice rang out. "Captain, you\'ll have to grasp it yourself."

"No worries, no worries." Igor cackled. "I am the first artilleryman of the Islands of Illusion! I was the one who struck down the wall during the Battle of Placi in East India!"

"Then, I\'ll leave it to you." As he finished his words, the vast moonlight broke through the huge body of the tornado, dragging hurricanes along.

Frenzied winds sucked the seawater up, forming freak waves, as if the Invisible Hand of God was lifting up endless seawater, temporarily setting up a bridge of waves that was constantly crumbling and collapsing.

The bridge of waves extended upwards, creating an incredible arc, directing everything towards the hurricane of destruction. The steel ship roared as it rushed forward in the torrent. It sailed forward onto the bridge, and was thrown into the air.

Everyone felt strong dizziness, their vision turning black due to the turbulent changes in gravity. When they could finally react, the steel ship was already flying in the air.

Flying!

They were flying!