Chapter 87: A Hundred Flowers in Bloom!

A flurry of ecstatic cries, frantic clapping, and breathless cheers rose from the crowd.

Thundering beats, explosive applause, the pounding of hands on hands—why was it impossible to stop, impossible not to join in?

Legs trembled, hearts raced, and the whole place felt intoxicatingly alive.

“Fellow players, shake your tails! Shake them off the charts!”

“I can’t hold back the power surging in my spirit anymore—move!”

“This bass is unreal!”

“This electro sound is lethal!”

“The Wandering Dance God absolutely has the strength to go to the Thunder Music Festival!”

Clapping surged from a hundred, then a thousand, then three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand, ten thousand, eighteen thousand—

The fierce electronic music, the female vocals, the drums had already come crashing down like waves, swallowing everything in an instant, the tide rolling over all.

As the field of influence rapidly expanded, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

This was a mass dance of a million people!

The excitement was at bursting point. Leaving the mixing console, Le Xiaotian danced over to Chen Fang’s side.

Yet just as he was about to slam both palms to the floor, he suddenly felt as if billions of needles were stabbing through his body.

Cold sweat burst out over him in an instant.

Seeing his strange condition, Chen Fang, still swaying to the rhythm, hurried forward. “Xiaotian, what’s wrong?”

The atmosphere and rhythm were already in full force; the players could not stop. So even though they noticed that Le Xiaotian seemed off, they kept dancing—wild, fervent, and overflowing with vitality, as if intoxicated.

At that moment, Butterfly Dance smiled.

She flashed a look toward Classical Breeze at her side, and in an instant began a graceful, sultry serpentine step.

Arms stretched level, the toe of her left foot touching the ground, her right leg resting over the left knee, she began to spin madly.

This path traced a winding curve—her ultimate art, Serpentine!

In that instant, the players erupted. This was a move harder than ballet by many orders of magnitude.

Classical Breeze, skilled in classical dance, gave her a composed, steady aura in perfect support.

At the same time, his sharp, fierce presence shone through. Using leaps and aerial movement, he became an eagle.

Ultimate art, Eagle Soaring!

The battle between eagle and serpent—once such techniques appeared, the players went completely mad.

Meanwhile, Le Xiaotian had no idea what was happening to him. His face was deathly pale, his breathing strained.

As the pain reached its depths, he was already rolling on the ground, and Chen Fang could only stand by in anxious helplessness.

Then, for reasons unknown, the face of the woman surnamed Su suddenly surfaced in his mind.

She had a younger sister named Su Qian, but no one knew the woman’s given name; only that her surname was Su.

Why could I not save her? Why?

The pain in his heart made it hard to breathe. Even the sounds around him seemed to vanish, and Le Xiaotian felt a stabbing ache tear through his soul.

Then, suddenly, the epic music he had simulated a thousand times in his mind rang out—

Immortal.

Is there truly an immortal? If so, could he save her?

She had been so reluctant to leave, so deeply attached to the mortal world. Why could I not save her?

Why? Why?

Is there an immortal? Is there?

I want to become immortal!

I want her to return to the mortal world!

Boom!

It was as if billions of thunderbolts were crashing through his mind. The soaring climax of the piece Immortal, the one he was to perform fifteen days later, erupted at last.

The drums roared, the suonas pierced the clouds, the brilliant horns split the stars, and a million male voices thundered across heaven and earth, all for the sake of becoming immortal!

The next moment, it was as though endless power surged up from every cell in his body—boundless, inexhaustible, without end.

As Le Xiaotian threw his head back and roared, Xiao Jiu’s voice rang out: “In view of Le Xiaotian’s dance soul undergoing another sublimation, the seventy-two divine arts of conducting, Dance Arts, hereby unlock their fourth divine technique in advance: Mad Goat Jump. Still as a seizure, moving as if paralyzed!”

Ignoring Xiao Jiu, Le Xiaotian only felt his strength continuously surging back to him.

The vanishing power had returned!

The needlelike stabbing pain was gone!

Under Chen Fang’s stunned gaze, he slowly rose from the ground, his aura vast beyond measure.

In that instant, Chen Fang was shaken to the core. She did not understand what this was.

For in the world of conducting, mortals could never comprehend. One moment he could tear a battleship apart with his bare hands in the sky; the next, he could plunge into the sea and feel the human world.

His imagination was a bottomless abyss that devoured all things. You could never know what he was thinking.

By then, Le Xiaotian had already collected himself. He glanced at the eagle-catches-snake performance opposite them.

Then he smiled at the bewildered Chen Fang. “Ready?”

Ready for what? Could you please not leave half your sentence unsaid? I really do not understand.

Before Chen Fang could ask further, she once again felt a helpless lift, and she was flying again.

After tossing Chen Fang into the air, Le Xiaotian’s gaze changed abruptly.

Whoosh!

His figure blurred, fast as lightning!

With a single motion, he executed a left-handed one-palm small floor slam, followed immediately by a back floor slam and a 3600-degree spin!

Unlike Lotus Bloom, this time, when Chen Fang descended, Le Xiaotian caught her with the soles of both feet at her hips.

His knees bent, absorbing the force in an instant, then straightened powerfully, sending Chen Fang soaring up once more.

And this time, unlike Lotus Bloom, it was no straight toss but an arc.

This time, Chen Fang had learned.

Her legs entwined, only her hips slightly lifted so Le Xiaotian could find the point of force.

Her hands rose above her head, slightly bent left and right, her slender waist taking on the corresponding posture as she spun.

As soon as this movement, similar to Lotus Bloom, appeared, more and more players were drawn in.

And once drawn in this time, their eyes could no longer turn back to Butterfly Dance and Classical Breeze.

Because Le Xiaotian was too fast now—too fast! Truly fast as lightning!

In that instant, the players seemed to see hundreds upon hundreds of Le Xiaotians turning and weaving across the ground and through the air without pause.

Combined with Chen Fang’s back-and-forth spinning through the sky, a dawning realization rose in the players’ hearts.

Because this move was too much like Lotus Bloom. Only smaller in scale, and faster.

“How many flowers are blooming at once?”

“One Lotus Bloom is already an ultimate art—what is this now?”

“This is so fast, so dazzling, so beautiful—this is a field of flowers in full bloom!”

With Le Xiaotian’s breathtaking speed and spinning motion, it was as though rows upon rows of flowers were blooming all at once.

Each “flower,” about a meter and a half across, opened with only the briefest instant between one bloom and the next.

It was precisely that almost negligible interval that made the dance even more vivid.

Even the game system of Dance the Cosmos announced it after Le Xiaotian completed ninety-nine blooms, before the performance had truly ended: “Congratulations to the Wandering Dance God and Little Fang for setting the highest record for duet dance—Abyssal Convergence!”

Because of Le Xiaotian’s earlier detailed explanation of Lotus Bloom, the players no longer needed to replay the footage to perceive its beauty.

That image quietly settled into their souls, engraved there forever, deep and profoundly shocking.