Chapter 607: The Old World

The teleportation ended.

Luo Qi could not say he had never experienced this; the Highland Mage base was built upon the ruins of the Progenitor Mage, and furthermore, Luo Qi himself had fallen into the grave of the Progenitor Mage. But those experiences of being teleported through a door could not compare to this one. He did not know how to describe his feelings. They appeared on a straight, flat road. A faint light illuminated the path ahead for the Mages' eyes, and some soft, low-frequency sounds echoed gently at the edge of their hearing. For a moment, he felt a bit dazed.

However, Zhao Jiaozhu described this feeling for him, "Cooler than the evening breeze, brighter than the moonlight; I have never experienced such a sacred feeling." He looked up piously at a blurred archway in the distance, where faint light flowed, his lips trembling slightly, "A product of the true Magic era, the hall of giants. This is our homeland; is there any place more sacred than this?"

"Anyone who suddenly travels to any place five degrees Celsius lower than their original environment will have this kind of sacred feeling." A cold and lazy voice interrupted the hymn led by Zhao Jiaozhu.

Luo Qi turned his head in surprise to look at Du Zhengyi, who had spoken suddenly. The latter had his hands in his trouser pockets and was also evaluating the surrounding environment. He couldn't help but grin. Du Zhengyi was the person closest to the Progenitor Mage bloodline among them all; no one was more qualified to speak here than he was. Since he had said so, Zhao Jiaozhu's holy realization was knocked back, his emotions took a sharp turn for the worse, and he wisely, if barely, refrained from speaking immediately.

Yu Shu turned around, but inexplicably locked onto Luo Qi, asking stiffly, "Do you think it's very funny?"

Luo Qi was slightly startled, but he didn't buy it, smiling as he said, "Yu Shu, that's enough. When your boss is around, is your identity always the radical second-in-command?"

"What do you think this place is? One dares to speak, one dares to laugh." Yu Shu said coldly, "Is the only way you maintain friendship by brown-nosing?"

Luo Qi felt a genuine sense of discomfort from being retorted, "Why don't you take off your Chaos mask? Without seeing your expression, I really can't be sure how to brown-nose you."

Du Zhengyi frowned, but he truly owed Yu Shu a favor, so he always remained silent in front of Yu Shu.

With the momentum here weakening, Zhao Jiaozhu finally regained a bit of face and took the opportunity to step down, hurriedly waving his hands to tell them not to bicker with each other. His goal for this trip was clearly defined, and he did not want to cause any more trouble.

Just at this moment, a slight magical tremor came through the space, and more people flashed in among them. Several people hurriedly scattered to the sides, giving up the Teleportation Point position to those following behind. Luo Qi took a rough look; everyone in their team had followed in, even including Zhou Ruisi and Guan Xinyue. Guan Xinyue was clinging tightly to Liu Ziyi, shivering heavily the moment she appeared, her breathing suddenly becoming heavy and coarse, and she gripped Liu Ziyi's arm even tighter.

Liu Ziyi felt the subtle tone of the environment here and looked up in surprise to sense it, only asking after Guan Xinyue shook her arm twice, "What's wrong?"

"Why is it so quiet here? I'm going to throw up." She looked around uncomfortably. Luo Qi saw her pupils; in the world of Magic, they were as dull as two stones. He realized then that she could not see the light here; she was almost blind here.

"What?" Liu Ziyi asked, confused, somewhat reluctant to be pulled out of the state of concentrating on sensing the surroundings.

"Can you all talk more? Can you move around more?" Guan Xinyue said uneasily, "Except for your voices, here... here it is as quiet as... as the universe..."

Luo Qi realized that this place isolated all sounds within the range of human hearing. For humans, this was close to an artificial vacuum effect; absolute silence would make the human body very uncomfortable. What made him even more uncomfortable was that Zhao Jiaozhu looked over, his eyes brightening.

"Ah, right, you also brought a human."

Guan Xinyue looked at him sensitively. What made Luo Qi uncomfortable was that she might not be able to see him clearly at all; he was like a devil in her world. However, he was already the invisible devil in her life.

Zhao Jiaozhu smiled at her with regret and said pityingly, "What a pity, humans cannot see, nor can they hear. Here there are sounds that soothe the heart, and there is also bright moonlight, but unfortunately, human ears and eyes cannot capture them. There are always some innate differences between races. I really wish you could also see the world that my people can hear and see."

Luo Qi remembered this scene being particularly familiar, just like humans saying to a pet, "Smart little kitty, if only you could talk."

Guan Xinyue took a deep breath and turned her head away to avoid looking at him. Luo Qi also quietly withdrew his gaze. Suddenly, a faint breeze passed through this giant corridor once again. He looked up and happened to see Du Zhengyi's gaze attracted by something even he could not see. The sleeping Tomb was activated at this moment, as if invisible vitality was generated along with Du Zhengyi's sensing, blowing through the entire tomb passage, and a pleasant wind chime sounded. Guan Xinyue screamed at this moment, just like a congenitally deaf child connecting to a cochlear implant for the first time, hearing sound for the first time; she would definitely be scared into screaming.

The sounds here suddenly became rich, as if the building could also suddenly wake up from its slumber, and the sound expanded to a range that human ears could also hear. Guan Xinyue could not hear all the sounds, but this place was no longer a land of dead silence to her.

The walls on both sides of the giant corridor were brilliant with light. Countless rays of light changed into graceful curves as they flowed along the walls, rushing forward on both sides of them, gathering under the archway ahead, as if guiding their direction forward. The light also lit up Guan Xinyue's eyes. She looked around in surprise, but it was not as huge a shock as the one Zhao Jiaozhu received. His hands were pressed together at the tip of his nose, his eyes as pure as a child's, looking up at the dancing light all around, and his eyes were moist.

Luo Qi did not want to mock him. Those flowing rays of light were like liquid whirlpools, and they described music with their forms. Even the coloring humans did for nebulae was not this magnificent. They transcended the colors humans could distinguish, and they were deconstructing the complex music of this moment with exquisite changes in form in another dimension. These sounds, or let's just admit it is music, would have large gaps in Guan Xinyue's ears, just like a speaker with limited functions could not fully output complex human symphonies. These changing colors were also monotonous colors in Guan Xinyue's eyes, unable to form a complete, surging form.

Luo Qi suddenly understood that this was the art of the Mage; if Mages could also create art, it should be like this. For the first time, he felt that the art created by humans was indeed not suitable for him, and it was also the first time he was deeply moved by his own world. He could not speak.

(End of this chapter)