Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The two placed their hands on the lotus flower, and after a moment of silence, a dazzling light emanated from their palms.

Countless golden and purple musical notes circled the musical staff and rose into the sky from the palms of the two people.

"Huh? Has it already started?"

Yan Huan walked over with her hands in her pockets. Seeing that Sunday and the robin had their eyes closed and were wholeheartedly experiencing the resonance of harmony, she raised her hand and transformed the lotus into feathers, which then rose into the sky together.

"Yan Huan, I brought everything."

Montana, clutching her guitar, hurried over to Yan Huan's side, panting, and said:

"Will this really work? I'm actually not very good at this."

"It's okay. The others didn't look good either, but we still managed to make do."

Yan Huan looked around and saw that some people's instruments were already worn smooth and patina-like, but Montana's guitar at least looked pretty new.

Sunday slowly opened her eyes and glanced at everyone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, when the music begins, the score will appear in your minds. Just follow along. There's no need to be nervous."

The robin nodded slightly.

"Tong Xie is with us. With everyone's help, we will surely be able to get through this crisis safely."

“Hey, I don’t want this good spot to fall into the hands of monkeys.” Potio sat on a chair to the side, crossing his legs.

"His darling? Who would believe that? So many people gathered together just for a music party?"

"Wait, where did Ranpo go?"

Potio looked around and found that Ranpo was already sitting behind the drum set next to the stage.

"Hey you……!"

Chapter 1104 Don't Call Me Senior

"Excellent, excellent! The music is absolutely the finishing touch to the film!"

"Why are you watching the show too? Aren't you the Memory Master? Go help out." Potio stared at the equally idle Reck.

"So what if I'm the one who remembers? I'm not the lead actor in this play. I'm the director, so naturally I have to observe from the sidelines."

"Actually, I'm very curious, what kind of [harmony] song will this be!"

Looking at the Sunday and the robin bathed in sunlight, Rick couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"At certain moments, I have a deep-seated feeling that a great film is about to be made."

"And most of them are composed of a series of group portraits."

His gaze swept over the other residents who were also participating in the performance.

"Most of the people in this film can't be called protagonists. They are unlikely to show a complete arc in the usual sense, but they still have a soul light that can save people's hearts."

"Ah~" Rick revealed a hint of enjoyment.

"And when these people lose everything, what do they need most?"

"The guidance of a wise man?"

"Assistance from a powerful figure?"

"Of course it is...neither."

Ric explained to Portio, who was becoming increasingly confused:

"In my opinion, all they need is a shot."

"Then, the people sitting in front of the screen will be able to see the most exciting drama in the world."

"Ha! Why make it so complicated?"

"Director, if you ask me—that's life!" Portio raised his glass full of beer and downed it in one gulp.

Rick looked into the distance. "Can you hear that faint prelude?"

Feathers and musical notes drifted slowly down from the sky, crystal clear and sparkling.

"The minor third is like weeping and lamenting, the diminished sixth is like endless sighing."

The lingering voice asked: Are we doomed to die?

"And the seventh tone comforted him: life can continue—let's give it a try, who knows?"

As the dust gradually brightens, the robin stands on the stage, gazing at the bustling crowd below, seemingly lost in thought.

"What's wrong, robin?"

Sunday glanced sideways and smiled faintly:

"This isn't your first time performing, are you still nervous?"

"That's not how it is...brother."

The robin gently shook its head.

"I still haven't come to a better answer regarding birds and flight."

"Even if you come up with something, it takes a long time to think about it and a lot of attempts to prove it..."

The grand theater, hanging upside down in the night sky, emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the world as softly as the moon.

"I think my brother is doing the same thing right now, isn't he? After all, you were able to come back..."

"The answer may take us a lifetime to find," Sunday patiently replied.

"But in the process of seeking, isn't this journey itself an answer?"

The robin nodded slightly, as if seeing a different scene amidst the harmonious sounds and resonant notes.

"I suddenly realized that hymns always demand that the choir maintain unity with a devout heart..."

"But in the middle of the dance floor."

Dream chasers kept falling from the sky, rising from the ground, dazed and confused amidst the music and feathers...

"When people stand under just the right amount of light."

Then, they all gathered together again, caught up in the lively atmosphere, and joined in.

"Even though everyone is different, it doesn't prevent them from looking the same."

As the robin watched the people who were gradually becoming familiar with him, laughing and chatting, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Perhaps the real problem with Harmony lies in the lighting, not the audience."

"Just like right now..."

“People don’t only have the option of singing in unison; even if they produce different sounds, they can still connect with each other…that’s what tuning is.”

"I believe that this harmonious song can even accommodate dissonant notes."

"We will bring you the sound of Liumeng Reef."

The spotlight slowly rotated, illuminating everyone's faces with its colorful lights.

The robin walked to the mixing console, tapped his fingertips, and thousands of purple musical notes seemed to come alive, carrying the music that was playing below to the other side.

The music, which should have been grand and sacred, was now light and melodious.

After glancing at the robin, Sunday took a step forward, walked to a piano, sat down slowly, and her angular fingertips struck the black and white keys.

Golden musical notes flowed from the man's side, like a clear mountain stream.

It flows slowly and gently into everyone's heart.

More and more music began to play.

Led by the harmonious music, the residents unconsciously began to play along.

The violin's tone is bright and melodious, like a bird flying in the forest, free and agile.

The cello's sound is deep and mellow, like the sound of an ancient bell, profound and far-reaching.

As the melody progresses, woodwind instruments join in.

The crisp sound of the flute and the mellow sound of the clarinet intertwine.

Yan Huan stood with her hands in her pockets amidst the swirling musical notes, slowly looking towards a corner of the sky where a dark red light shone.

The percussion instruments sounded at the right time, with the booming of timpani and the crisp clinking of cymbals.

The dreamers who fell here were immersed in a sea of ​​music, with laughter and joy mixed in with the music.

People sang, danced, and cheered.

"Wuhu~~~" March 7th shouted, raising his hands high in the crowd amidst the jubilant atmosphere.

"?" Even Potio, who was sitting to the side tapping his feet to the music, was lifted up by Dream Chaser and dragged into the center of the dance floor in a daze.

"Okay, okay! Great!!" Rick raised his camera high, his heart pounding, the sound of the shutter being drowned out by the enthusiastic music.

"This is truly magnificent art!!"

The music was deafening.

The rhythmic beats stirred people's hearts.

Wanweik stood in the corner, watching the robin standing under the spotlight, looking radiant, and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, kid."

Portio was swaying and shaking his head on the dance floor. As he swayed, he swayed over to Vanvik and started swaying back and forth.

"You keep staring at that big star. How about I get you an autographed photo later?"

"Tch, I don't need you." Wanweike sneered, crossing his arms.

"I was just spacing out."

"Huh? Daydreaming? It's so lively here and you're just daydreaming?"

Potio grabbed Vanvik's hand, grinning mischievously as he dragged him onto the dance floor, the colorful lights illuminating Vanvik's youthful face.