The Omniscient

Three days later, the opening ceremony of the Galaxy Grand Gala was full of hustle and bustle.

Host the venue in Entropy, 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 sense of existence at the conference. This is almost their only opportunity.

This big event is simply a platform for the galaxy of the whole people and a way to maintain the cohesion of the galaxy.

On the magnificent golden square with a diameter of 30 million kilometers, the Milky Way civilization enters the venue one after another, performing one after another, magnificent and shocking.

From these performances, you can feel the rich history and cultural depth of each civilization. At this point, the small civilization is not much worse than the large civilization.

Countless people across the galaxy watched the mother civilization present themselves on this stage facing the whole galaxy in the live broadcast, and were moved to tears.

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

That was the rehearsal group drum performance of the sixth heavenly army led by Liu Tengkong.

The aliens from all over the Milky Way were all at a loss when they saw Ziwei wearing such a fragile musical instrument.

Even a civilization that is backward, will bring a musical instrument that can shake the vacuum of the universe!

Gravitational wave string music, celestial pulsar, void percussion...every interstellar civilization will gradually develop.

The previous performance of the Nuomu civilization was the incarnation of a fishtail, dancing on the waves, playing with the small suns. In the group dance, the small suns were beaten rhythmically, releasing radiation waves.

Look at Ziwei, the cowhide drum? And the drumsticks that strike, turned out to be made of calcium bones?

Who can hear such an ancient sonic instrument?

At this time, Huang Ji came to an end.

He was sitting in the position of the head of civilization, but this time he suddenly entered the field.

Huang Ji came to the front of the team holding a guqin, surrounded by hundreds of Yin and Yang balls. A huge unified force field immediately enveloped the Sixth Heavenly Army Art Orchestra.

"Emperor Ziwei actually wants to play it himself?"

"So he still knows art?"

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

Huang Ji will be the tuner of this music!

Everyone is waiting, but before Huang Ji has played, the unified force field has already spread the sound. It is the radiation storm of the stars, it is the electromagnetic pulse of the neutron star, the gravitational wave of the silver-core black hole, the ubiquitous cosmic rays...

There was even the pulsation of organs and the sound of body fluids of all races on the scene! The noise of the instruments, the noise of the spacecraft...all are amplified by the unified force field and transmitted to everyone.

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

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

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

"clank!"

Huang Ji flicked his fingers, a clear melody that traveled the audience at the speed of light, and was also collected by countless scanners and spread to all parts of the galaxy.

The simple and atmospheric string sound turned out! There is a sense of pioneering.

At first glance, it is nothing more than a simple note, but the timing of its appearance is so wonderful that it turns decay into magic, and it fits with the countless cosmic noises in the background!

If a sharp axe splits the chaos and tears away the hazy veil, E'e mountains and vast rivers will appear.

Everyone's eyes lit up, their brains buzzed, and they only felt that the blood and organs were moving in rhythm!

Huang Ji continued to play, the sound of the piano paused properly, the vibe was natural, the tune was up and down, and the meaning was endless.

From the beginning to the end, he only used the simplest five-tone twelve temperament, which most aliens can't appreciate, or...it feels extremely dull!

After all, the knowledge of interstellar music is extremely complicated, more than five-tones?

Whether it is five-tone or seven-tone, it is only a category that humans can hear, and the receiving frequencies of sounds of the various races in the galaxy are completely different from each other.

So gradually, someone invented the "pan-life notes" to make music, which unified everyone's standards for music.

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

However, Huang Ji did not do that.

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

Compared with the Galaxy Universal Music Standard, the complexity is the difference between the cloud and the mud, it is like a primitive man knocking on the wood, the gap with the computer tuning symphony.

However, it is this simple and pure music, the melody is natural and moving, and it triggers the rhythm of life of all races in the audience.

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

After adding this piano sound, it also makes people feel the melody and rhythm.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a heavy and agitated drum sounded.

Three thousand star realms human race, beating rhinoceros drum, every sound, like an ignorant race, walking in the wild.

They braved the rain, snow, frost and thorns, were born in the land, and died in the land.

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

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

Everywhere is the scene where the sky is collapsing and the earth is sinking.

After a chaotic melody, the piano sounds like weeping, and the drums gradually become stronger, as if there is a backbone to withstand the sky.

The audience just breathed a sigh of relief, but the good times did not last long, and the electromagnetic radiation in the background skyrocketed again.

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

"Zheng!" Suddenly Huang Ji waved the strings vigorously, as if to throw the guqin away!

This sound is like cracking rocks through clouds!

Followed by a series of piano drums, either thick as the earth, or passionate as a fire, or cold as cold water, or sharp as golden jade, or unyielding as weeds.

It seems that someone can hear someone kneeling on the ground like weeping, someone climbing a cliff with wind and snow, someone looking up to the sky and swearing to laugh wildly, someone fighting in blood and turning into powder.

All kinds of wonderful melody fit with nature and fight against ghosts and gods.

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

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

This is a victory. The drum beat that is stronger than a beat symbolizes a certain victory. The audience can't help but want to make a loud cheering...

suddenly!

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

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

But the self-destructive note reverberated at the scene!

However, the sound of the piano seemed to represent something that was destroyed forever.

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

It seemed that they were all taken away by the player's last piano sound.

This sound destroyed the ghosts and gods, destroyed the heavens, and destroyed myself.

No one cheered, no one pleased, no one knew this victory.

Is the performance over? Everything was silent on the scene, and everyone felt lost.

The ending of this track is the same.

Just when everyone felt the same, and wanted to admire the incredible Huang Ji, the performance is close to Tao...

"Boom!"

The heavy and violent drum sound rang again.

Every sound is like the steps of an ignorant race in the wild.

They braved the rain, snow, frost and thorns, were born in the land, and died in the land.

It's back, as if everything is back to the original point.

This race has started again.

Everyone stood up, their eyes widened, their hands danced, and they felt that the final sublimation was absolutely perfect.

The struggle that began with the cracking stone through the clouds has never been a victory that makes people cheer.

Everything returned to the way it was before the war, ignorant and ignorant, but a new life.

E'e mountains, vast rivers.

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

As always, the clean world is left to the latecomers, the biggest fruit of victory, and the best cheer to the pioneers.

Countless races stood up and praised Ziwei. They had never listened to such perfect music.

The sound of the piano fits with the background noise of the universe, as if it is the sound of nature, but it makes all races immersed in the imagery expressed by the melody, deducing the voice of civilization.

This man was struggling with nature and resisting the epic chapter of the heavenly ghosts and gods, so that everyone could understand, and couldn't help crying.

There has never been anyone’s music that can impress everyone. Everyone's racial and cultural differences are too great.

But Huang Ji did it. His music seemed to be integrated into everyone's cells and everyone's soul.

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

"What is the name of this song?"

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

"Xuan Huang." Huang Ji smiled.

At the same time, looking at a dragon clan behind Rui Ji, the dragon burst into tears, immersed in a certain memory.

Rui Ji turned around and said: "Ji Heng, have you heard of it?"

This dragon is Ji Heng, who was the youngest son of the Huangdi, who robbed the undead medicine to the moon and left the earth to join the dragon family.

The rise of Ziwei, the popularization of the star official system, the reorganization of laws, and the clearing of many unjust, false and wrong cases.

The son of King Le Ji, and Ji Heng, who was sent to the Crab Nebula Hell by Wan Huajing, were released.

After Ruiji knew Ji Heng's relationship with the earth, she immediately arranged him by her side and became the very high-ranking personal secretary of the head of state.

"I haven't heard it, but I understand." Ji Heng sighed and looked at Huang Ji and said, "Great Emperor, in the melody just now, did you incorporate fragments of the "Qingjiao" piano music?"

Huang Ji nodded and said, "Yes."

Rui Ji was confused and said: "What "Clear Corner"?"

Ji Heng explained: "When the Yellow Emperor of Kunlun met with the ghosts and gods of the world in Mount Tai, he made a music called "Qingjiao". This song is extremely powerful and can'shock the world and cry ghosts' and interfere with electromagnetic pulse signals. He defeated Chi You, and to celebrate his victory, he composed another piece of "Fanggu Music", which is also an extraordinary piece of music."

"As far as I know, both of these tracks have been lost and were destroyed by Gila himself."

Rui Ji has learned about the history of Kunlun, knowing that Ji La is Xuanzang Zhuanxu and Huang Di is Ji Heng's father.

Huang Ji just laughed and said nothing about why he understood the lost track.

Others did not ask questions, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com just treated it as if there were still fragments left.

Rui Ji said with emotion: "The great emperor's musical ability is shocking the world, so that all races can be immersed in your mood. It must be a special technique?"

Huang Ji calmly said: "Without him, it is in harmony with the universe and the rhythm of civilized beings."

Rui Ji dumbly said, "Isn't this nonsense, but how is it done?" Is it possible that you can know the melody of everything?

She shook her head and sighed: "No wonder Zi Wei has to choose the last one to play. With this song, how can the civilization behind come on stage?"

Huang Ji's song is weeping ghosts, and countless people are talking about the race in the music.

But only the top of each civilization knows that this is the story of the people on earth.

Being interpreted by Huang Ji's song, the excitement and greatness in it have been magnified countless times, making everyone feel that this is indeed the mother of Ziwei.

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