yasinovel Chapter 4418 Whirlpool
Chapter 4418 Whirlpool
Chapter 4418 Whirlpool
With a flash of space, the ship of Trod passed through the narrow gate of the Dreamland.
When it reappeared, it had already arrived at the stagnant zone of the outside world.
When a powerful stagnation effect is felt, the protective shield activates instantly.
Those on the deck felt no discomfort whatsoever as they watched the large ship speeding forward.
The overall speed is extremely fast, like an arrow released from a bow, moving forward without hesitation.
If it weren't for the Trood Ship's "stagnation-breaking" effect being constantly activated and flashing with dazzling blue light, they wouldn't even have felt that they were in the stagnation zone.
Compared to the Starship, the improvements of the Trood Ship are clearly much greater.
This is the terrifying aspect of Blanche's dream-creating talent.
With just a change in the core setting, everything changed.
As Camillo had predicted, the rest of the journey proceeded without any unexpected events. Although the stagnant effect around them gradually increased as the Trood ship ventured deeper into the stagnant zone, this increase was predictable and gradual, without any sudden or drastic changes.
The ship of Trod is perfectly capable of handling this increase in stagnation.
About a few minutes later.
The ship of Trod finally reached its end, a boundary formed by thick white mist.
Although it was a thick white fog, the outlines of buildings could be faintly seen from time to time, and occasionally the apartment building on Murren Street where they used to live could be seen.
Upon arriving here, Blanche felt a sense of relief.
If all goes well, once you cross this boundary membrane, you should be able to reach the Uriel instance.
The reason we only put down half is because there's still one last hurdle to overcome.
Will the boundary membrane...stop them?
If we describe a boundary as a long, stagnant zone, then the boundary membrane is the toughest and thickest layer within that boundary.
Previously, "stagnant zones" like brake pads had already appeared on the boundary walls. Will the boundary membrane form new resistance zones? If so, what form will they take?
With trepidation, Blanche and Camillo exchanged a glance. Seeing the certainty in each other's eyes, Blanche finally waved her hand and steered the Trod Ship slowly into the boundary membrane.
Surprisingly.
The boundary membrane did not have the barrier they had imagined.
It didn't become tougher, and there were no traps; it was just like when they first smuggled themselves across the border.
The ship of Trod reached the "final rift" smoothly.
Looking at the slowly opening crack ahead, the narrow alley of Melun Street behind it, and the dilapidated attic of Uriel's courtyard...
Blanche and Camillo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“It seems that the ‘test’ of the world’s will has ended.” After leaving the dream, Camiro stopped talking about “conspiracy theories” and instead referred to everything that had happened before as a “test.”
Clearly, they were afraid of being overheard.
However, Camillo was overthinking it. Just as Blanche said, the world's will has no subjective thoughts. Even if it is "paying attention" to a person, it will not be biased because of that person's words and actions.
“Yes, the ‘test’ is over,” Blanche echoed softly.
The ship of Trod slowly sailed into the crevice.
Just when they thought everything had settled down.
The image of "Merlun Street" deep within the crack suddenly distorted, then transformed into a spinning vortex.
The next second, a terrifying suction force appeared.
"not good!"
They only had time to cry out "Oh no!" before the powerful suction pulled Blanche and the others, along with their boat, into the whirlpool.
Everything disappeared.
……
Rewind a few minutes to Uriel's courtyard.
Luigi was still leaning against a dead tree in the yard, playing "Doomsday Suite".
The fog churned and the wind whipped up waves, making his hair fly in the air. Even the musical notes seemed to tear apart in the howling wind.
However, this sense of rupture did not detract from the overall aesthetic appeal; on the contrary, it further highlighted the helplessness and grandeur of the "apocalypse."
Luigi was completely absorbed in his own performance and didn't even notice that two figures had appeared in Uriel's courtyard.
The visitors were Uriel and Guleimo.
Uriel returned to the instance without any surprise, after all, he had already obtained legal status and had come several times before.
Gulemo was somewhat surprised that he could actually get in.
Even this time, Gulemo did not feel that his thoughts were being blocked.
Previously, although he would enter the Uriel instance every night to teach Luigi harp skills, his thoughts and understanding were clearly limited.
But now, he not only remembers the reality perfectly, but his self-awareness is also flawless.
Is this... a reward for teaching Luigi all this time?
Gulemo didn't know why this had happened, but that didn't matter. What mattered most at this moment was that he could finally reunite with his sister while still having his own will!
Thinking of this, Guleimo and Uriel couldn't wait to leave the dilapidated attic.
The moment they came out of the attic.
They were greeted by a fierce gale and the swirling fog around them. The wisps of fog, constantly being blown by the wind, were like a raging torrent, visibly fierce.
The rumbling wind sounded like a furious thunderclap, echoing all around my ears.
However, amidst the violent, apocalyptic winds and fog, they heard a faint, melodious tune.
The melody is not soaring, nor does it fight to the death with the wind, but its presence is very profound, like a white stream flowing under a majestic mountain, or the light clouds spreading from the top of a snow-capped mountain. Even if the mountain is high and covered in snow, it cannot hide its beautiful figure.
Similarly, the melody, though not strong, seemed to gently and subtly reach their ears like a soft, melodious tune.
Coincidentally, both Gulemo and Uriel were great musicians.
They were instantly captivated by the beautiful melody.
“This is… the Doomsday Suite,” Uriel murmured. “Someone is breaking through the limits of their cultivation.”
The realm of music, though illusory, truly exists.
They both immediately realized that the person playing the Doomsday Suite was advancing towards a higher level.
The melody, combined with the power of nature, is clearly moving from concerto to resonance, and is currently heading towards a "dominant theme".
This is a breakthrough in one's realm.
It is an artist who, with the help of the natural wind and mist, and the apocalyptic wailing, is taking a step forward on the level of art, trying to reach a higher artistic palace.
“Hmm.” Guleimo nodded slightly, agreeing with Uriel’s assessment: “However, the fact that the Doomsday Sound has replaced the Gale Mist as the main melody does not necessarily represent a breakthrough.”
Becoming the dominant melody only means that, at a certain moment, your tune overwhelmed the power of nature.
The real breakthrough is that even after the main melody fades away, and even when the performance stops, the sound remains indistinguishable from the natural sound.
This is the greatest sound that is silent.
Thus, human power influences great power.
However, this artistic realm sounds magical, but it doesn't actually reach the extraordinary; it's just a kind of melodic inertia.
The silence is physical silence, but to the listener, this silence is not true stillness. The inertia of the notes still lingers in the listener's ears and mind. The natural frequency replaces human performance, pushing that inertia in the listener's ears to its end.
To put it bluntly, this is a form of leveraging existing trends.
The ability to leverage existing trends is a hallmark of a great artist.
Meanwhile, the person playing the Doomsday Suite was trying to capitalize on the situation.
"The main rhythm is perfect, and at least the technique has reached a new level," Gulemo continued to comment. Although his voice was completely drowned out by the wind, the burning passion in his eyes was very obvious.
Because he recognized who was playing.
Luigi!
Although Luigi was not Guremo's student in name only, Guremo considered him his student in practice.
Even the most important direct students.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have handed the "Green Star" crown to Luigi.
Now, amidst this apocalyptic scene, Luigi sings his Doomsday Suite while pushing the boundaries of art, striving to become a great artist.
How could Gulemo not be excited?
Although Luigi has already earned his recognition and the title of "Star of the Green Fields" through his excellent skills, there are still rivals in the Great Sman Empire who can challenge him.
If Luigi successfully breaks through to a higher realm this time, then he will truly be the "Star of the Green Fields"!
At this moment, Gulemo even temporarily forgot about Rigota, focusing all his thoughts on the silent sound that followed the main melody.
soon.
As the Doomsday Suite draws to a close, Luigi's playing noticeably slows down, his fingertips merely following the natural flow of sound, occasionally plucking the strings. Yet, it resonates with the power of nature, the main theme seemingly undiminished, still soaring and stirring.
With just this one move, Gulemo realized that Luigi had grasped the true meaning of leveraging external forces.
He is already practicing natural harmony!
Sure enough, as the main melody slowly came to an end, Luigi’s playing clearly stopped, but those passionate notes seemed to linger in the listeners’ ears.
Physically, it is silent, but the inertia of the brain remains.
It's as if you can still hear the beauty of harmony.
Just as the inertia of the notes was about to disappear, the wind surged again, and the mist swirled around Guleimo and Uriel like a torrent. It was at this moment that the sounds of nature reactivated the remaining inertia of the notes.
At that moment, it was as if Luigi's performance was still going on.
The concerto resonance of nature and the inertia of musical notes once again propelled those unfinished melodies to the forefront...
Several minutes later, Gulemo and Uriel slowly opened their eyes. The musical notes that had been lingering in their ears had completely disappeared, leaving only the sound of the natural wind.
But that sense of clarity, that interpretation of the apocalypse, seemed to have been thoroughly imprinted in their minds by the writer's exquisite words.
They may never forget today's medley.
Whenever they encounter strong winds or waterfalls of mist again, the rhythms of nature will rekindle the lingering memories, allowing the beautiful sounds of today to resonate in their ears once more.
This is a unique example of a great artist leveraging a trend, and it showcases Luigi's successful use of that trend.
Although the fog was still thick and the wind was still howling, Uriel and Guleimo exchanged a glance, and without hesitation, stepped out of the attic courtyard and headed into the depths of the fog, towards the source of the previous melody.
Soon, they saw Luigi sitting against a dead tree.
He was sitting right in front of the tree trunk.
This "door" used to be the entrance to the Misty Forest instance. After the Misty Forest instance was successfully conquered, this door became a mere decoration. Inside, there was no longer a passage, but withered tree trunks.
Although the door's function as a passageway has disappeared, the flatness of the door panel makes it an excellent cushion.
This is also why Luigi chose to play here.
Luigi hadn't noticed anyone nearby while he was engrossed in his performance, but now that the performance was over, if he still couldn't see the person, he'd be blind.
“Uriel…Teacher Guleimo!” Luigi was still sitting still when he called out to the former, but when he saw Guleimo, he obediently stood up.
Gulemo looked at Luigi's "respect for his teacher" with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He smiled and said, "You played well."
Guleimo spoke with great restraint, but Uriel was very generous with his praise: "Congratulations! I've been watching you grow all along. I never expected that you would reach this level in just a few days. It can be considered a breakthrough, a glimpse into a new world."
Luigi was stunned for a while before he understood what they meant. He scratched his head and said, "Actually, the elegance and language of flowers also have their merits."
"Wind and Flower Language" is the harp in his hand, and also a prop from the fairy realm, possessing two skills: the language of wind and the language of flowers.
Among them, the effect of Wind Whisper is outstanding.
"Whispers of the Wind: The wind will carry your music to faraway places. Wherever the wind blows, you can hear its whispers and the melody of your instrument."
As it happened, the strong winds and the "Wind's Whisper" were a perfect match, allowing Luigi to successfully harness the power of nature.
“A good harp is also part of one’s own skill.” Uriel: “Just like my piano, I wouldn’t dare to perform on stage if it wasn’t properly tuned.”
"Speaking of which, when Rigota arrives, you can ask her to help you tune your harp."
“She is a renowned violin maker in Dawn City.” Uriel pointed to Guleimo: “If you don’t believe me, ask Guleimo.”
Gulemo smiled faintly, his expression filled with pride: "My harp was also made by Rigota."
Luigi smiled and nodded.
More than asking Rigota to make a harp, he was surprised that Uriel and Guleimo seemed to have reconciled.
When they were in the same instance before, even though their thoughts were blocked, they still didn't get along very well. The fact that they didn't fight when they met was already a sign of restraint.
Now, things are much better. They can actually talk freely and even joke with each other.
"Speaking of which, haven't Blanche and the others arrived yet?" Uriel asked, referring to Blanche but thinking of Rigota.
“They haven’t arrived yet,” Luigi replied.
Uriel nodded, not finding anything wrong with it. After all, Camillo had said before that to reach Uriel's instance by starship, one would need to go through a very long dream journey.
It's normal that they haven't arrived yet, since only a short time has passed.
"But speaking of which, why is the wind so strong today, and the fog is thicker than it has been the past few days?" Uriel asked curiously.
Luigi shrugged, about to say, "I don't know either."
But just then, a faint light suddenly emanated from the gate on the withered tree behind him.
Before Luigi could react, the ghostly light transformed into a spinning, twisting vortex.
A powerful suction force instantly emanated from the center of the vortex...