✓After the big guy Xiuzhen dressed as interstellar cannon fodder

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Chapter 45

The four of them looked at each other, and subconsciously all relaxed their movements.

Master is in retreat, don't disturb her.

Li Zhibo raised his voice and asked, "Master, how long will it take for you to retreat?" Do you want me to give you a leave of absence from school?"

"You don't have to."

The words fell, and the four of them did not hear any other responses, so they went their separate ways to do their own thing.

In the basement, Song Xi's fingertips trembled slightly.

She restrained the almost boiling blood in her body, trying to calm herself down from her great joy.

Discovering the sound of space is just the first step, and she still has a longer and longer way to go.

The second step is to master the sound of space, that is, to master the way of space.

The way of space, the root of the avenue.

Mastering this is even more difficult.

When Song Xi heard this spatial sound on the starship, she tried desperately to write down this piece of music, but she listened to it all night, and finally forgot most of it.

After that, he was completely blinded and couldn't think about it.

Less than a third of the fragments still exist in her mind today.

However, this third is still a huge amount of work compared to the one or two notes when the storage note was drawn.

She needs to take these notes to heart, and then turn the sound of all things into her own power.

To put it simply, it simulates the fluctuations of the sound of all things.

Why does sound have energy? Because it has fluctuations. Sonic sound waves have always been indistinguishable from you and me.

Because there are fluctuations to produce sound, and there must be fluctuations when there is sound.

The way of sound that Song Xi practiced was to record the ripples of all things, simulate them, and then control the power of all things.

She was lying on the ground, and the ceiling that seemed to have no eyes was actually running in her mind all the time.

Remembering the fragments of the sound of space over and over again, the voice became clearer and louder in her mind.

Slowly, Song Xi raised a hand, and his fingertips were in the air.

Spiritual power spewed out, she slowly outlined in the void, using fingers as pens and spirits as lines, outlining strange lines out of thin air.

These traces are disorganized, like children's graffiti.

Every time a talisman line was drawn, a soft sound sounded in the air.

It was as if she was plucking the invisible silk strings, and with each pluck, there was a touch of music in response.

She drew the talisman line again and again, and if the sound emitted by that talisman line matched the sound of the universe in the slightest, she would continue to draw it, constantly fine-tuning, and adjusting it to the point that there was no difference between the two sides.

When Song Xi really drew a complete and coherent tone fragment that was exactly the same as the sound of the universe, she suddenly felt as if her fingertips were being pressed by something, and a huge force swept from her hands and spread throughout her body.