Chapter 135: The Grand Chorus of Ten Thousand Voices!

Beneath the circular stage at the center of the Xuanwu Pavilion, Le Xiaotian watched the previous performers depart before stepping onto the platform with a microphone in hand, the air outside still thick with a deafening roar. As the competition segment of the Xuanwu Pavilion concluded, the atmosphere had already been stoked by a succession of singers and bands.

As the lift rose slowly, the stadium’s broadcast system echoed the host’s introduction of the next performer. Amidst a cacophony of sound, the lift reached its peak. Le Xiaotian suddenly threw his arms wide, embracing the blue sky, his face a mask of pure enjoyment as he drank in the thunderous roar of the crowd.

*Su Yun, Yu Zhen, Xiao Fang, are you watching? Your husband’s first performance at the Phoenix Nest has begun!*

As Le Xiaotian opened his eyes, the audience gradually quieted down, ready to watch. Suddenly, he pointed his left hand forward and roared into the microphone, "How are you doing, my friends over here?"

"Oh, oh, oh." The response was lackluster, though it carried at least a hint of momentum.

Le Xiaotian turned ninety degrees to his right, pointing his left hand at the 90th row of the audience, and bellowed, "How are you doing, my friends over here?"

"Are you going to perform or what?"
"Blah, blah, blah."
"Boo!"
A wave of boos and skeptical jeers erupted, and the venue descended into chaos. Ignoring them, Le Xiaotian turned another ninety degrees and asked, "How are you doing, my friends over here?"

"Ahhh!" The reaction from this section was intense; some even threatened to throw bottles.

Meanwhile, the host broadcasting to the world from the studio laughed, "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems our singer is a bit nervous."

His partner, a gold-standard hostess, quipped, "I don’t think it’s nerves. Just a moment ago, Le Xiaotian threatened to beat up a reporter. Everyone, please don't follow his example, haha."

After greeting the entire pavilion, Le Xiaotian asked, "Are there any friends here who know about Blue Star Music? If you do, or if you like it, stand up."

Looking out at the vast sea of people, he saw only a handful of souls standing—if one lacked sharp eyes, they would be impossible to spot. Le Xiaotian laughed, "It seems your receptivity to new things is a bit weak. I suppose you haven't heard the song 'Hallelujah' either."

As the boos grew louder, Le Xiaotian declared boldly, "That’s fine, because today we aren't singing 'Hallelujah.' We are singing 'Somadya.' I, Xiao Shui, created this piece five months ago. This song will give you a systematic understanding of the Blue Star music system; it is an immortal sacred anthem, a hymn of praise to nature."

"Sing your sister, who wants to sing with you? Who do you think you are?" A high-ranking but hot-tempered middle-aged man in the front row stood up and roared. Had he not been constrained by his status as a dancer, he likely would have jumped onto the stage to silence Le Xiaotian himself. The audience was in an uproar; Le Xiaotian was simply too arrogant. An immortal sacred anthem? Who did he think he was at his age?

Yet, Le Xiaotian possessed the iron-clad composure of a man who would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

"Somadya has the most perfect melody and lyrics, for it has no fixed melody, thus creating infinite possibilities. It adheres to the principle that the greatest music is the simplest; the melody is catchy and easy to learn. The lyrics consist of only four characters, but you can chant it as 'Somadya-ya-ya-ya' or 'So-so-so-somadya.' Every super-high or super-low note added creates endless variations."

Just as the situation threatened to spiral out of control, Le Xiaotian began to sing in an operatic style, pushing beyond the limits of human capability to ten octaves. "Somadya! It can automatically sublimate based on the melody of 'Hallelujah'; this song belongs to everyone who sings it."

On Earth, singing techniques are broadly divided into operatic, folk, and pop. Operatic singing is known for its intense penetrative power, with the human limit for high notes typically reaching eight octaves. As Le Xiaotian unleashed his divine vocal technique, the "Heavenly Chant," the audience was collectively stunned.

Faced with the microphone extended from his right hand and the startlingly serious expression on his face, the audience felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to sing. After a heartbeat of silence, hundreds of thousands of voices joined in, albeit out of sync: "Somadya!"

Le Xiaotian turned ninety degrees to the right, singing in a folk style, "Somadya!" Observing his gently waving left hand, this section of the audience was slightly more synchronized, though still messy: "Somadya!"

Then came the pop style: "Somadya!"
The audience’s voices became more unified: "Somadya!"

The primitive major, the struggling minor, the sunny major, the painful minor, the natural major—Le Xiaotian cycled through all twenty-four tonal keys and non-tonal music. As the sound grew more harmonious, he cycled through over three hundred vocal techniques, followed by the integration of over five thousand different linguistic accents.

Le Xiaotian increased the tempo to 60. "Somadya!"
"Somadya!" The increasingly engaged audience was riding a wave of high emotion.
He pushed it to 80, spinning gracefully. "Somadya!"
"Somadya!" Under the guidance of his left hand, the audience’s expressions and movements synchronized.

The speed increased faster and faster. "Somadya!"
"Somadya!" The audience followed with increasing precision.
"Somadya!"
"Somadya!"
"Somadya-ya-ya-ya!"
"Somadya-ya-ya-ya!"

With an elegant yet powerful clench of his left hand, silence suddenly descended upon the Xuanwu Pavilion, as still as the deep sea.

In the stands, Meng Qiu was struck with absolute shock. She had witnessed it—the silence of the deep sea! *He is so strong! So charismatic! Don’t worry about me, don’t treat me like a person tonight!*

For three hours of explosive performance, every member of the audience had their clothes soaked through under the scorching heat. Yet, exhausted as they were, no one dared to breathe. It was as if, as long as that hand in the center of the stage remained clenched, no one dared to draw air. The silence was terrifying.

But their hearts were filled with joy, for this song was theirs—they were the creators! Every sweat-drenched face wore a complex expression, but every gaze was fixed on that single, barely visible hand. The left hand.

Just as the heartbeat of the crowd began to synchronize, as the wind dared not blow and the golden sunlight seemed to stand still, Le Xiaotian’s clenched left hand moved downward in an elegant arc, and he sang the final line slowly: "Somadya."

"Haa!" A million breaths were released at once. Their faces were full of satisfaction, an excitement beyond words.

"Le Xiaotian, I love you!" Lan Ruo was the first to roar. Knowing his destiny would be changed by Le Xiaotian, he could no longer contain himself. This song would surely break world records; it was as all-encompassing as the ocean. Both vocal techniques and dance skills had nine realms, and Heavenly Sound Masters and Dance Practitioners had one hundred levels. Combined, that made nine thousand. Although he didn’t know how Le Xiaotian had achieved it, this was undoubtedly the Realm of the Great Water!

The song with the most languages, the most tonalities, the most perfect melody, the most comprehensive vocal techniques—realizing this was an unprecedented and immortal sacred anthem, Lan Ruo abandoned all decorum and roared.

Meanwhile, thinking that the man who had set the stage on fire would soon be dining with her in the private room and perhaps engaging in intimate activities later that night, Meng Qiu felt her entire being melt. As her heart turned to honey, she screamed with every ounce of her strength, her fists clenched, filled with absolute happiness: "Le Xiaotian, I love you!"

"Le Xiaotian, I love you!"
"Le Xiaotian, I love you!"
"Le Xiaotian, I love you!"

In the next instant, like an angry ocean, a wave of roars and screams tore through the void and pierced the clouds. In the center of the stage, Le Xiaotian offered a standard, smiling bow. Sensing the stage beneath his feet vibrating more violently, he whipped his soaked trench coat around and roared with infinite passion, "Everyone stand up! Now, we will sing the pop song 'A Thousand Autumns' together!"

"Haha." A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd; they had all been standing for over half an hour.

At a God of Dance concert, no one sits!