Dies Irae

 At the moment, the mud board in Ye Qingxuan's hand silently broke.

The elements slumbering within were awakened, rising from the ashes. They shone in the long night like stars telling of the fates, quietly embedding themselves in Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination.

Next, a blazing light spewed out from the incorporeal Symphony of Predestination.

In the movement, every section was operating wildly, colliding with each other. The music theory tangled and surged, revealing violent electricity. Like countless branches, the electricity extended in all directions.

In a flash, the core of the Symphony of Predestination had quietly shifted.