The Omniscient

Three days later, the opening ceremony of the Galaxy Grand Gala was full of excitement.

The host venue is Entropy Capital, one of the five capitals of the Galaxy.

More than 3,000 civilized delegations gathered here, and countless tourists visited the scene in person.

All ethnic groups have prepared programs to promote their own culture and history.

Many small civilizations have worked hard to declare their presence at the conference. This is almost their only chance.

This big event is simply a platform for the people of the galaxy to rejoice, and it is also a way to maintain the cohesion of the galaxy.

On the magnificent golden square with a diameter of 30 million kilometers, galactic civilizations entered the arena one after another, performing one after another, majestic and shocking.

From these performances, you can feel the historical thickness and cultural depth of each civilization. In this regard, a small civilization is not much worse than a large civilization.

Countless people from all over the galaxy were moved to tears watching the mother civilization show itself on this stage facing the whole galaxy in the live broadcast.

Soon, it was Ziwei's turn, and they also had their own show.

It was a group drum performance rehearsed by the Sixth Heavenly Army led by Liu Tengkong.

The aliens from all over the galaxy were confused when they saw people from Ziwei bring such a fragile instrument.

Even the most backward civilization will bring musical instruments that can vibrate the vacuum of the universe!

Gravitational wave strings, celestial pulsars, void percussion... All interstellar civilizations will gradually develop.

The previous performance of Nomo civilization was to turn into a fish tail, dance on the waves, and play with the little suns. During the group dance, they slapped the little suns rhythmically, releasing radiation waves.

Look at Ziwei again, the cowhide drum? And the drumstick that struck was actually made of calcium bone?

Who can hear such an ancient sonic instrument?

At this time, Huang Ji ended.

He was originally sitting at the seat of the Head of Civilization, but this time he suddenly entered the arena.

Huang Ji came to the front of the team with a guqin in his arms.

Surrounded by hundreds of yin and yang balls. A huge unified force field enveloped the Sixth Heaven Army Art Orchestra in an instant.

Is Emperor Ziwei actually going to play it himself?

So he still knows art?

Everyone calm down, knowing how to listen to this music, the unified force field is responsible for converting and even amplifying sound waves.

Huang Ji will be the tuner of this performance!

Everyone was waiting, but before Huang Ji played, the unified force field had already spread the sound, which was the radiation storm of the stars, the electromagnetic pulse of the neutron star, the gravitational wave of the galactic black hole, and the ubiquitous cosmic rays...

There were even the pulsating sounds of organs and the flow of body fluids from all races on the scene! The noise of the instrument, the noise of the spaceship...all were amplified by the unified force field and transmitted to everyone.

Everything that can be seen in the Galaxy City of Entropy City echoes in everyone's heart, very noisy!

These environmental noises have no rules at all, and they are all translated, which makes people feel depressed.

Someone was about to question what Huang Ji was doing when they heard...

clank!

Huang Ji flicked the strings, and a clear melody spread across the audience at the speed of light. At the same time, it was recorded by countless scanners and spread to all parts of the galaxy.

The simple and atmospheric string sound was born out of nowhere! There is a sense of opening up the world.

At first glance, it is just a simple note, but its timing is so wonderful that it turns decay into magic, matching the countless cosmic noises in the background!

If a sharp ax splits the chaos, tearing off the veil of obscurity, revealing elevating mountains and vast rivers.

Everyone's eyes lit up, their brains buzzed, and they felt their blood and organs throbbing!

Huang Ji continued to play, and the sound of the piano was well paused, with a natural vibe, and the tune was up and down, full of meaning.

From the beginning to the end, he only used the simplest pentatonic rhythm, which most aliens would not be able to appreciate, or... feel extremely dull!

After all, interstellar music knowledge is extremely complicated, not just five tones?

Whether it is the five tones or the seven tones, it is only within the range that humans can hear, and many races in the galaxy have completely different frequencies of sound reception.

So gradually, someone invented the 'pan-life note' to make music, unifying everyone's standards for music.

This galactic universal composition method covers all notes from carbon-based organisms to silicon-based organisms to energy life. It is superior to the music of any race. All civilizations use this standard to create music based on their own culture. .

However, Huang Ji did not do that.

His piano sound is simple, pure, simple and plain.

Compared with the general music standard of the Galaxy, the complexity is so different, it is like primitive people knocking on wood, and the gap between computer-tuned symphony.

However, it was this extremely simple and pure music with a natural and moving melody that aroused the rhythm of life of all races in the audience.

Not only that, the stellar radiation, electromagnetic pulses, black hole gravitational waves, cosmic rays in the background...all are no longer noise.

After adding this piano sound, people can feel the melody and rhythm.

Boom!

Suddenly, a heavy and passionate drum sounded.

The three thousand star-world human races beat the rhinoceros drums, and each sound was like the footsteps of an ignorant race walking in the wilderness.

They braved rain and snow, exposed to frost and dew, overcame thorns and thorns, born in the land, and died in the land.

Huang Ji's piano sound became deeper and deeper, driving the natural melody to become gloomy, and the drums behind him gradually sounded like ghosts and gods knocking on the door.

The heavy breath came from top to bottom, as if the sky was pressing down, and the force almost tore the earth apart.

The sky is collapsing and the earth is sinking everywhere, the ocean is flooding, and the wildfires are endless...

After the chaotic melody, the sound of the piano was like weeping, and the sound of the drum gradually became stronger, as if there was a backbone to withstand the sky.

The audience just breathed a sigh of relief, but the good times didn't last long, and the electromagnetic radiation in the background suddenly increased again.

All races feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if there is an invincible force that overwhelms the world, like a ten-day volley.

Zheng! Suddenly Huang Ji swung the strings violently, as if he wanted to throw the Guqin away!

This sound is like cracking stones and piercing clouds!

Followed by a series of zither sounds and drums, some are as thick as the earth, some are as passionate as fire, some are as cold as cold water, some are as sharp as gold and jade, or as unyielding as weeds.

It seems as if one can hear someone kneeling on the ground weeping and complaining, someone climbing the cliff in the wind and snow, someone swearing to the sky and laughing wildly, and someone fighting bloody and turning into ashes.

All kinds of wonderful melodies are in harmony with nature and are fighting against ghosts and gods.

Hearing that the billions of people in the Milky Way, my heart is surging.

Then, under the alternate melody wave after wave, generation after generation, the high-pitched drum music in the environment reached its peak.

This is victory, and the loud drumbeat symbolizes some kind of victory, and the audience couldn't help but want to cheer loudly...

suddenly!

Ang! A phoenix-like zither sound tore apart the guqin, and Huang Ji made the strongest sound at the cost of annihilating the guqin.

The sound of the piano disappeared, as if the player died.

But the scene still echoed that self-destructive note!

But the extinction of the sound of the piano seemed to represent that something was destroyed forever.

All the thick, passionate, cold, sharp, and unyielding voices disappeared.

It seems that they were all taken away by the last sound of the player.

This sound destroyed the ghosts and gods, the sky, and himself.

No one cheered, no one rejoiced, no one knew about the victory.

The performance is over? The scene was completely silent, and everyone felt lost.

The ending of this song is to die together.

Just when everyone feels the same way and wants to praise Huang's incredible performance, which is close to Tao...

Boom!

The heavy and passionate drum sounded again.

Every sound is like the footsteps of an ignorant race walking in the wilderness.

They braved rain and snow, exposed to frost and dew, overcame thorns and thorns, born in the land, and died in the land.

Come back, as if everything has returned to the original origin.

This race has started all over again.

Everyone stood up, their eyes widened, and they danced, feeling that the final sublimation was absolutely amazing.

The struggle that started with the sound of cracking stones and piercing clouds has never been a victory that people cheer for.

Everything returned to the way it was before the war, ignorance, ignorance, but new life.

E'e mountains, vast rivers.

This side of water and soil is still this side of water and soil, and the big river is surging day and night.

As in the past, a clean world is left to the latecomers, the biggest victory, and the best cheers for the pioneers.

Countless races stood up and praised Ziwei, they had never heard such perfect music.

The sound of the piano matches the background noise of the universe, as if it is the sound of nature, but it immerses all races in the imagery expressed by the melody, interpreting the sound of civilization.

This is an epic chapter in which man lives and fights against nature and resists the gods and ghosts. Everyone understands it and can't help but be moved to tears.

No one's music can impress everyone. There are so many racial and cultural differences.

But Huang Ji did it, his music seems to be integrated into everyone's cells, everyone's soul.

And this image is not a minority, on the contrary, it is the truth that any mature civilization follows. Birth and death, passed down from generation to generation, no one will not understand.

What's the name of this song?

Huang Ji returned to his seat, and Rui Ji next to him couldn't help asking.

Xuan Huang. Huang Ji smiled.

At the same time, he looked at a dragon behind Rui Ji, the dragon burst into tears, immersed in some kind of memory.

Rui Ji turned her head and said, Ji Heng, have you heard of it?

This dragon is none other than Ji Heng, the youngest son of the Yellow Emperor, who stole the medicine of immortality and ran to the moon, and left the earth to join the dragon clan.

With the rise of Ziwei, the star official system has been popularized, the law has been reorganized, and many unjust, false and wrong cases have been cleared up.

King Le Ji's eldest son, and Ji Heng, who was sent to the Crab Nebula Hell by Wanhua Jing, were released.

After Rui Ji knew about Ji Heng's origin with the earth, she immediately arranged Ji Heng by her side and became the head of state's personal secretary with a very high status.

I haven't heard it, but I understand it. Ji Heng sighed, looked at Huang Ji and said, Great Emperor, in the melody just now, did you incorporate a fragment of Qing Jiao?

Huang Ji nodded and said, Yes.

Rui Ji asked in confusion: What Clear Corner?

Ji Heng explained: When the Yellow Emperor of Kunlun met the ghosts and gods of the world on Mount Tai, he made a piece of music called Qingjiao. He defeated Chi You, and in order to celebrate his victory, he composed another Song of the Drum, which is also an extraordinary piece of music.

As far as I know, these two pieces of music have been lost, and they were destroyed by Ji La herself.

Rui Ji has learned about the history of Kunlun, and knows that Ji La is the Xuan Emperor Zhuan Xu, and the Yellow Emperor is Ji Heng's father.

Huang Ji just laughed and said nothing about why he knew the lost repertoire.

Others don't ask questions, just as if there are still remnants left.

Rui Ji said with emotion: The great emperor's musical talent is astounding, and he can make all races immerse in your artistic conception. It must be a special skill?

Huang Ji calmly said: There is no other, it is in harmony with all things in the universe, and it is all in rhythm with all civilized beings.

Rui Ji was dumbfounded, and said to herself: Isn't this nonsense, but how did you do it? Could it be that you know the melody of all things?

She shook her head and sighed: No wonder Ziwei chose to be the last one to appear on the stage. With this song, how can the next civilization be on stage?

Huang Ji wept ghosts and gods, and countless people were discussing the race in the music.

But only the upper echelons of civilizations know that this is the story of the people on Earth.

Being performed by Huang Ji's song, the splendor and greatness of it was magnified countless times, making everyone feel that this is indeed Ziwei's mother clan.

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