Chapter 113: The Epic Holographic Film "Immortal"!!!
No flights allowed over 129 major cities and 5,908 small towns in Fama—no passenger planes, helicopters, fighter jets, aircraft, or aircraft carriers—across the aerial domain from 10 meters to 100,000 meters above sea level—complete airspace lockdown!
Only the Silver Dragon fighter jet, piloted by Le Xiaotian, is permitted to fly in the skies!
Calm and composed, he follows his own path with grace and magnanimity, a heart filled with compassion.
Residing in the capital, pure and solemn, like a hidden orchid in a tranquil valley.
Our immortal king moves without concern, majestic and unassailable! The sovereign has arrived!!!
Under the watchful eyes of seventy-two ultra-high-definition cameras embedded on the Silver Dragon’s fuselage, Le Xiaotian, accompanied by the beauty Chen Fang, commands with serene confidence, a sight that astonished Fama’s two billion viewers.
The people of Fama wondered why Le Xiaotian didn’t pilot an aircraft carrier. If speed were the goal, flying an aircraft would be more dominant, with room for two or more passengers.
But soon, the truth dawned on them. He is the commander! The sky is vast, the earth immense, yet command reigns supreme—the supreme heavenly command!
Chen Fang’s role is as the propaganda declared—she is a celestial fairy, and the Silver Dragon symbolizes the divine beast dragon!
The opening anthem, "The Return of the King," played three times in succession, as over a thousand commanders reported their statuses.
Success hinged entirely on the mastery of the seventy-second divine art of command—the strongest technique, known as the "Nine Fingers of a Thousand Men."
Commanding layer upon layer by units of a thousand, the number nine here signifies infinity; theoretically, this allows control over all things in heaven and earth.
Boom!
Everything was set. Le Xiaotian ignited the two engines, and the roaring flames echoed simultaneously in the ears of all Fama’s people, instantly elevating the atmosphere to a breathtaking level.
With a push of the joystick, a wave of his right hand, a new march began!
As the engines spewed fire, the fifteen hundred participants on stage stirred once more.
Epic music from RRNRS’s "Guardians," produced by SNS, filled the air.
The deep timpani pulsed alongside the delicate violin glissandos, marking the official start of the piece.
As the scene unfolded, Bai Lan, dressed pristinely in noble, elegant white, took her place as the soprano. She lifted her head solemnly and began to sing “Oh yi ya oh.”
Her ethereal, sacred, pure, and melodious voice silenced the entire hall!
Over a hundred beautiful sopranos, supported and blended by more than two hundred mezzo-sopranos and altos, created a single, harmonious vocal line.
Through countless hours of sweat and the influence of profound ideological awareness, this performance approached perfection in many ways.
In an instant, Bai Lan and her orchestra etched an indelible impression upon the hearts of Fama’s two billion people.
Among them, Chen Zhuo nearly bit his tongue in astonishment. For a moment, he indulged in endless fantasies—if only Bai Lan truly pursued him before, how wonderful that would have been!
Alas, after Qiu Mengyue gave his waist a sharp pinch, he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. A goddess!
Meanwhile, the holographic film "Immortal" had yet to officially begin, but the excitement had already reached a fever pitch.
Though not overwhelmingly shocking yet, the simple walk and expressions of Le Xiaotian and the orchestra members, coupled with the two grand opening marches, had already ignited the blood and stirred an intense yearning in everyone’s hearts.
If this was the prelude, imagine the full-scale performance with ten thousand times more musicians, spanning all of Fama, with Le Xiaotian personally present. How utterly awe-inspiring would that be?!
Beyond imagination. Sublime!
Violins, violas, cellos—over five hundred beautiful violinists moved their bodies in unison. Though their movements were subtle, their grace and beauty were breathtaking!
Their swaying forms, infused with dance-like rhythm and solemn focus, seemed like fairies descended to earth.
The ordered, deliberate bowing was simply exquisite! Many spectators drooled in admiration.
Likewise, over five hundred men blew their horns, trumpets, trombones, and tubas with heads raised to the heavens, striking heroic poses.
Cheeks puffed, faces resolute and serious, eyes sharp and sacred, their majestic horn blasts made many female viewers’ eyes sparkle.
Unified, precise, harmonious, earnest, and devout—the "Guardians" immediately earned widespread acclaim.
Most importantly, the inclusion of a female vocal solo elevated the piece; at this moment, over fifty million men revered the lead soprano Bai Lan as a goddess, the lifelong pursuit of their dreams!
A pure war-themed soundtrack, already impressive on its own, was transformed by Le Xiaotian’s reinterpretation and the performance of fifteen hundred musicians, electrifying the entire venue into absolute silence!
Youth is sensitive to self-motivation and collective cries, easily moved by lyrics. With age, words rarely stir emotions, yet instrumental music without lyrics can strike the deepest impulses, reflections, and sorrows within.
In that instant, two billion people in Fama experienced true music, as if boundless strength surged within their hearts!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With continuous taxiing, the Silver Dragon fighter jet began to ascend.
The flight path was cleared, signals from the yellow-robed launch crew issued, and with everyone holding their breath, Le Xiaotian made the final adjustments.
He pulled the control stick backward and, bathed in the winter sunlight streaming in by the billions of rays, he lifted off.
Whoosh!
The piercing sonic boom spread through the air, causing the crowd to shudder. Though the Silver Dragon accelerated swiftly, few understood just how extraordinary this was—now they knew.
Professional pilots were left speechless, utterly amazed at Le Xiaotian’s skill to accelerate to supersonic speed immediately upon takeoff.
Powerful air currents rippled outward; even those far from the fighter jet felt their effects.
White sand swirled, a cold wind lifted garments and hair, and the rushing air slipped inside, chilling to the bone—many shivered involuntarily.
After this brief spectacle, reporters were the first to regain their composure and roar out:
“Takeoff! Teacher Xiaotian’s maiden flight over Yanjing!”
“Takeoff! Teacher Xiaotian’s maiden flight over Yanjing!”
“Takeoff! Teacher Xiaotian’s maiden flight over Yanjing!”
“Takeoff! Teacher Xiaotian’s maiden flight over Yanjing!”
“Takeoff! Teacher Xiaotian’s maiden flight over Yanjing!”
As reporters on the grand staircase of the Northern Eighty-Eight Pearl Strings competed to broadcast the news, live footage of Le Xiaotian’s flight was simultaneously streamed nationwide, so vivid it felt as if one were experiencing it firsthand.
Dazzling landscapes flashed by on either side; where the Silver Dragon passed, the sea parted to either side, rippling under warm sunlight.
The ear-splitting sonic booms and circular air currents stirred a yearning to soar through the heavens.
Mach 1.5, Mach 1.8, Mach 2, Mach 2.3, Mach 2.5—
Gradual acceleration tightened the hearts of two billion spectators, their faces full of anticipation.
Every motion—pulling and pushing the stick, adjusting position, shifting gaze—flowed seamlessly. At fifteen kilometers out, Le Xiaotian waved his right hand, issuing the command: “Begin!”