All-rounder Artist - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Chapter 401 ?_1

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Fei Yang was the first to open the broadcast player focused on the Battle of the Gods. But when a myriad of new works, sung by the kings and queens of song and personally produced by the maestros appeared before his eyes, Fei Yang was suddenly overcome by a sense of bewilderment and pause—

The list was indeed full of bigwigs.

The work of a certain maestro in Qin land, the work of a certain queen of song in Qi land, the work of a certain maestro in Chu land, and so on, all of them were considered Fei Yang’s powerful competitors in this Battle of the Gods.

But with so many works, whose song should I listen to first?

The sense of solitude that had arisen some time ago when Xian Yu chose Jiang Kui to perform his work suddenly resurfaced.

Fei Yang was somewhat astounded to realize that he never thought of anyone other than Xian Yu as a competitor in his eyes.

Even though this was the Battle of the Gods.

Even though everyone else was pretty insane too.

And even if someone could be stronger than Xian Yu.

It seemed to Fei Yang, beating Xian Yu was far more critical than securing a champion track from the Battle of the Gods!

“So, I really came straight for you.”

The mouse wheel rolls slightly as Fei Yang muttered to himself. His gaze quickly skimmed across the songs lined up in the front row, eventually unable to resist and locking onto Xian Yu. It seemed like this was the only reason for him to participate in the Battle of the Gods.

“How Long Will the Full Moon Last.”

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Subconsciously, Fei Yang murmured this song’s title, a song by Xian Yu.

Without much hesitation, he clicked play amidst sighs and regrets.

Due to certain objective reasons, even though Xian Yu was not his opponent this time, the feeling of punching into the void was too overwhelming. So much so that Fei Yang, even knowing that the opponent’s piece posed no threat to him, still chose Xian Yu as his first punch-out target in the Battle of the Gods.

“Lyrics: Xian Yu”

“Composition: Xian Yu”

“Performed by: Jiang Kui”

This seemed to align well with Fei Yang’s current feelings.

As the introductory text for the song gradually faded, the prelude to “How Long Will the Full Moon Last” began with a cello, then seamlessly transitioned to piano.

The mellifluous music carried a subtle melodrama and a vague sense of loneliness.

“Oh?”

While adjusting his headphones to a more comfortable position, Fei Yang couldn’t help but grumble:

“Is this going the sentimental route this time? Seems like he’s given up on the charts. The song ‘Red Sun’ last year was much more fitting for topping the charts, with its strong rhythm, soaring melody, and an intro that pulls listeners into the melody, making them feel like grooving along. Winning the championship was well deserved. Compared to that, this sentimentality, how could it compete with me…”

Suddenly!

Fei Yang’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

The motion of him adjusting his headphones froze as well.

This left him in an extremely awkward pose.

Through the ultra-comfortable foam cover of the headphones, echoed a woman’s voice—it was enchantingly smooth and sophisticated, yet laced with a languid loquacity, slowly magnifying all the unidentifiable emotions:

“How Long Will the Full Moon Last…”

“I drink to the Moon…”

“Not knowing the Celestial Palace up high…”

“What year is it tonight…”

Fei Yang’s hand abruptly dropped.

A crisp sound abruptly echoed, as if a silk cloth being torn.

All the loneliness and melancholy tangled in his heart were instantly shattered.

It’s like a bolt of lightning from the sky piercing through the black mist, much like a dazzling lightning bolt shooting through the heart of the sky!

Bang!

Fei Yang suddenly snapped back to reality!

He felt that everything around him had changed.

The computer and the headphone wires started distorting, and he seemed to be standing in the middle of a vast emptiness filled with darkness, the high heavens and the lonely moon hanging above him, while the corner of the celestial palace loomed in and out of the mist, and the faint celestial music was heard.

The ethereal scene was devoid of any earthly aura.

Fei Yang forgot everything and he felt more insignificant than ever.

In the vast universe, he was just a speck of dust, drifting along with the waves.

The piano continued resonating.

The cello continued setting the tone.

The coffee by the desk hadn’t been touched.

In the not-so-flamboyant arrangement, only the slightly lifted tail of every line of the song was reminding Fei Yang:

He was listening to Xian Yu’s new song, not contemplating something profound about life.

He jerked into reality once again.

The darkness and emptiness disappeared.

What’s in front of me is still the computer and long headphone cord.

It seems that a momentary clarity shifted the sound back into focus, the song came in phases, as dazzling as fireworks, as peaceful as a gentle breeze.

“I wish to ride the wind back home…”

“But fear the porcelain tower, the jade mansion…”

“The high places are bitterly cold…”

“Dancing with the clear shadows…”

“What is it like in the mortal world…”

No longer the faintly divine sounds from the celestial palace, but one step in reality of the mortal world, yet still having an unavoidable meaning of refinement.

At this moment.

Fei Yang’s pupils contracted to the extreme, almost to the point where even the tip of his heart was trembling.

If the computer screen was off at this moment, a face with an extremely exaggerated expression would surely reflect from the screen.

When the song reached “Turn the vermilion tower, lower the lovely door, light up the sleepless, there should be no resentment, who always turn full at times of parting,” Fei Yang was already out of sorts.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

The performance was still going on, but Fei Yang’s brain began to blank out bit by bit, almost incapable of thinking, as if entering a strangely philosophical state.

Then, his face grew increasingly pale.

The sound in his headphones gradually became meandering and undulating, going back and forth a thousand times, like a sigh from a thousand years ago, or even from another time and space.

“People have joys and sorrows, and moons have ebb and flood, this is anciently tough to make perfect…

The music spreads in a calm transition, like regret, or more like a kind of relief.

When Fei Yang, who was listening to the music, regained a bit of consciousness, he was already sweating, and in shock, he felt a tingling sensation from his scalp.

His brain still wasn’t responding.

But the voice from Jiang Kui was not hoarse, even suppressed at times, yet carried a kind of overpowering force:

“May we all be blessed with longevity, sharing the beauty of this graceful moonlight even thousands of miles apart.”

Click!

Fei Yang suddenly stopped the playback.

He stood silent under the light for a moment, then began to breathe heavily, finally picked up the now-cold coffee and gulped it down.

“Ah!”

Cold coffee sliding down his throat, freezing and yet sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, he had not expected this hastily brewed instant coffee to have such complex tastes.

Not until then did he feel a slight circulation in the stifling atmosphere surrounding him, he couldn’t help but cry out loudly.

His thoughts slowly returned.

He could finally speak properly.

“What the hell!”

He screamed with his mouth open, seemingly more desirous to express himself to the air, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn’t utter a single superfluous word.

Thunk.

While speaking, Fei Yang put down his cup.

His hand seemed to shake slightly.

The trembling grew bigger and bigger until it couldn’t be controlled.

In the end, he accidentally knocked his phone to the floor.

The phone fell onto the floor, the screen suddenly lit up, a few cracks spread on it, obviously from just now.

But Fei Yang isn’t focusing on the need to replace the phone screen at this moment——

It was a group chat screen.

The chat history stopped exactly at Ni Hongwu’s sentence “I can kill all gods with the part of the lyrics”.

Ding dong.

There were message notifications in the group chat, from Yin Dong, there was nothing specific, just a simple punctuation mark:

“?”

Fei Yang struggled to breathe again, he tried to control his shaking hand, pressing on the screen that was already less sensitive, the content was basically the same as Yin Dong, just longer:

“?????????????????”

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PS: Done for the day, I’m very satisfied with this chapter, everyone is rushing, I’m also rushing, because I actually want to finish the climax all at once like before, but I do have limited energy, most of the time I’m sitting dry, today these two chapters together took seven or eight hours?

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