Dong!

The sound of a drum roused and Tadashi Miyamoto raised from his shock.

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He looked at the music stage in fear.

In front of the microphone, a man wearing a mask stood proudly.

His surroundings were as quiet as the night, pitch black.

The cat in his arms had already jumped onto the stage.

The black cat stretched its body.

The pyramid was reflected in the flickering stage lights.

The Black Pharaoh raised his scepter high.

The blood moon covered the entire dance floor.

The entire dance floor had been enveloped by an invisible strength.

Miyamoto swallowed his saliva. Then, he saw the person wearing the mask raised his hand slightly.

In his psionic sense, Miyamoto sensed that psionic power was like a gurgling stream, quietly flowing around him.

It was as if psionic power had been a stream flowing around him since ancient times.

The black kitten on the table became illusory.

In a trance, Miyamoto seemed to see an extremely charming goddess lying on the table.

Her long black hair wrapped around her perfect and moving body.

Her agate stone-like eyes looked quietly at her master.

Just like a real pet cat.

She eagerly waited for her master's teasing or orders.

"Who is he?" Miyamoto asked doubtfully.

...

The sound of drums still echoed in his ears.

Ling Ping'an had gone mad!

In his eyes, the world had become meaningless. To him, heaven and earth were like a paper boat floating in the waves of the endless dark ocean that could capsize at any time.

At this moment, his arrogance had reached their limits.

Therefore, everything that had been suppressed and neglected was now gushing out like lava.

It was difficult for him to control himself and he could not extricate himself!

He looked at the people on the dance floor, glanced at the people on the music stage and looked at the people in the band who were crying because they were about to hear his great performance. They were so excited that their bodies were shaking.

Ling Ping'an had a vague realization.

"These lowly insects, who live and die day and night, probably won't be able to listen to the great music I've created!"

Great music was the music of the universe.

It was the music of Heaven and earth!

It was in harmony with Heaven and earth and described the Great Dao of nature in the universe.

Such great music was something that no living beings without qualifications could listen to.

They couldn't even listen to the aftersounds!

If one listened to it, they would definitely die!

So...

"I'll just compose a little song!"

Although he did not quite understand why, Ling Ping'an still followed his own heart.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His hand gently stroked the drum in front of him.

As he stroked it, worm-like things drilled into the drum from all directions.

Thus, this ordinary cowhide drum slowly became old.

Time left mottled traces on it.

History left the mark of the era in it.

Faintly, there seemed to be ten days in the body of the drum, roasting the earth.

Faintly, the roar of rolling floodwaters could be heard from within the body of the drum.

Faintly, there seemed to be a small bird hovering above the blue waves of the Eastern Sea, day and night, day and night.

In the end, all the voices and figures had gone far away.

Only mottled traces and dust were left on the drum.

These traces and dust were wiped away by Ling Ping'an and fell down bit by bit.

And so, this drum was brand new!

A brand new war drum.

The cow skin covered the drum's body. It was cyan and within the cyan, there was a faint flash of blue lightning.

The Kui cow drum!

Then, he opened his eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes and his entire person had sunk into extreme wildness.

At that moment, Ling Ping'an knew that he was omnipotent.

There was nothing that he couldn't accomplish!

And the people in front of him saw that the eyes of the person wearing the mask on the music stage suddenly burned.

Streams of golden flames flowed out of his eyes.

They were like solar flares!

In his hand, blue electric currents were flowing in the cyan leather drum.

Bang!

He patted the drum lightly.

Lightning surged from it and blossomed into electric flowers.

The lightning didn't just surge from the drum.

It also exploded from the sky above him.

Boom!

It was thunder!

...

Li Shouyi suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling above him.

Boom!

The sky was filled with the sound of thunder.

Li Shouyi lightly patted the armrest beside him. The basement he was in closed-door cultivation instantly opened.

With a light leap, he jumped up from the basement. A moment later, he landed on a hill.

He looked up at the sky.

The rolling dark clouds had already accumulated.

The sound of thunder came from the dark clouds.

Rumble!

Lightning tore the sky apart.

Endless lightning bloomed in the sky, illuminating the pitch-black world.

Li Shouyi took a deep breath.

"What happened?" He frowned.

This thunderstorm was too unusual!

...

"The imperial weather station has made an emergency announcement. Due to the strong convective weather, there is a possibility of heavy rain and thunderstorms throughout the imperial capital tonight... Please stay at home and try not to go out!"

Li An'an listened to the warning from the broadcast.

She raised her head and looked at Chu Weiwei.

"What's the situation?" Li An'an asked.

Chu Weiwei shook her head, but her face was full of worry.

In her palm, the imprint of the rain master was shining.

She knew that the capital would not be peaceful tonight.

...

He Rourou looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds billowed, thunder rumbled and lightning blossomed in the clouds.

On her forehead, an emblem was flickering.

"It's master!" She said fervently, "It's master!"

Her body instantly began to heat up.

Thus, she parked her car at a corner of the street.

She was going to find her master!

This was her mission and it was also her destiny!

...

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled in the sky above her head.

The lights in the Luming Hall started to flicker.

Endless pressure of psionic power surged into the entire Luming Hall from all directions.

The stronger one was, the deeper one felt it.

Ordinary workers only felt their bodies turn cold and their hearts panic.

However, the transcendent being was already trembling.

Their psionic sense sensed true terror.

Their flesh and blood seemed to have formed their own will, squirming bit by bit.

There was great terror in their souls.

Countless crazy and twisted thoughts kept emerging.

Everyone was desperately defending, holding on to their rationality.

Everyone knew that once their rationality collapsed, they would definitely go crazy!

Moreover, they would be distorted into ignorant monsters, mindless beasts.

Ludwig was the one who felt it the most.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The crazy thoughts in his heart surged one after another.

He clenched his hands tightly and held on to his rationality.

"Who exactly is it?" He thought.

Suddenly...

"Your Highness..." Ludwig heard someone behind him ask nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a beautiful and cute girl supporting the Princess of Fusang as she asked considerately.

That was a fox girl!

Fusang's fox girl!

But...

Why wasn't she affected?

Ludwig couldn't understand.

Everyone in Luming Hall was suppressed by that terrifying psionic power but what was going on with this Fusang's fox girl?

A mere major actually acted as if nothing had happened!

However...

Ludwig didn't have time to think anymore because the drum sounded again.

This time, the drumming wasn't a single sound.

It was continuous!

Dong dong dong!

The drumming rumbled.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled in the sky above him!

...

Ling Ping'an beat the drum.

Bang bang bang!

The body of the drum was beating continuously.

Dong dong dong!

The drumming rumbled!

He was immersed in the paradise of music and the desire to create.

In his heart, countless thoughts rose and fell.

He didn't need to learn or be taught anything about music. It seemed that he was born to understand it.

Melody, rhythm...

Do-re-mi-fa-lai-xi...

But...

He patted the body of the drum and said frivolously, "Do I need melody and rhythm?"

Melody and rhythmy were the rules of the music of mortals.

He didn't need them.

He only needed to pat a few times and he would be able to create the world's strange music, the world's great music!

Therefore, his creation was just a few random beats.

Rhythm? Melody?

No need!

A true genius would just pat a few times and it would be a piece of music. A random beat would be the rhythm.

This was because a genius was the creator.

If I said that 1 + 1 was 3, then it would never be 2.

1 + 1 was 2, that was because I called it 2!

Thus, he beat happily and played happily.

The audience below the stage followed his rhythm and slowly shook their bodies.

Even his cat followed the rhythm and slowly swayed.

Vaguely, the little cat on the stage seemed to have turned into a naked girl with long black hair that wrapped around her fair and plump body.

A pair of agate stone-like eyes surged like water.

Ling Ping'an felt it and his emotions became more and more excited.

Cao Ah Man said, "Fortunately, I can even sing with my will!"

He was also eager to give it a try.

Thus, he began to chant softly.

"Since the beginning of time, who preached the Dao..."

"It's me!" He raised his head and answered with incomparable firmness.

"The top and bottom have yet to form, how can it be tested..."

"I know!" He answered softly.

Dong dong dong!

The drum beat unexpectedly stuck to his low chant.

And although his voice was low, it was extremely clear that it reverberated within the dance floor.

Even if there was thunder rumbling in the sky, it could not be hidden.

The people on the dance floor listened to the drumbeat. Amidst the low moan, all of them suddenly raised their heads.

Everyone's eyes were pitch black.

Their faces were filled with smiles.

Happy smiles.

It was as if they had heard the most beautiful voice in the world and felt the most extreme warmth in the world.

But...

This smile was extremely strange.

Something seemed to be slowly squirming under their skin.

It was slowly squirming under their smiles.

In the corridor upstairs, Tadashi Miyamoto had already knelt down.

The sound of drums echoed in his ears, and the low-pitched singing and answering accompanied the sound of drums. The sound entered his heart.

Thin, long lines broke out of his eye sockets and grew out of those pitch-black eye sockets.

The gurgling blood was slowly surging.

Black resentment surged from his skin and flesh.

"Morning News..." Miyamoto maintained a blissful and brilliant smile. He knelt on the ground and his eyes were filled with madness, "I can die in the evening!"

At this moment, he felt extremely honored and extremely lucky.

The humble dust, the tiny crows, could actually hear such a drum and such a great chant in his lifetime.

Even if he died immediately, his soul would be able to rest in peace in the Netherworld!

...

Dong dong dong...

Dong dong dong...

There was no rhythm and the sound of drums came from all directions.

The thunder in the sky kept on exploding.

The thunder kept on tearing the sky apart.

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the depths of the sky.

He could feel that something was flying towards Earth from the thunder.

Finally!

He felt that thing.

A huge mountain!

A huge mountain that stretched for hundreds of miles!

Countless mountains that had collapsed!

A huge mountain that had dried up the endless river valley!

Between the mountains, corpses were everywhere.

Inside and outside the river valley, not a single blade of grass grew.

In the depths of this huge mountain, at the core of the ley lines, an ancient immortal God was lying quietly in the middle of the broken mountain range.

His immortal body had been shattered into pieces.

His soul had been completely shattered by some terrifying strength.

Immortal blood was like a fountain, gushing out from the wounds until now.

Vaguely, Li Shouyi heard the lamentations in the mountains.

"Kunlun's Hill is the capital under the real emperor, the God Lu Wu Si. It has the shape of a tiger with nine tails, a human face with tiger claws; it is the God also, the nine divisions of the Directorate of Celestials and the limit of the emperor..."

Li Shouyi looked up at the mountains that were approaching at a high speed in the depths of the thunderstorm.

He listened to the whispers among the mountains.

The sorrowful elegy and sigh.

In a trance, Li Shouyi seemed to see a hazy scene.

The Immortal God with the body of a tiger and nine tails, the face of a human and the claws of a tiger, was fighting with people in the sky above the mountains.

The space was collapsing and the world was whimpering.

Even until death, this immortal God was still protecting the mountains under him.

However...

When he fell from the sky, the divine blood gushed out and scattered over the mountains.

His enemies did not let go of the mountains that he had sworn to protect.

The mountains were shattered and the ley lines were torn.

All plants, birds and beasts were slaughtered.

Not even a chicken or a dog was left, not even a blade of grass was left.

Even so, his enemy was still worried, afraid that he would come back to life.

So he simply pulled up the mountains from heaven and earth and threw them into the endless space-time turbulence.

Li Shouyi felt these images and his brows furrowed tightly because the mountains that passed through the thunderstorm were passing through the thunderstorm.

This thunderstorm was not its obstacle, but instead became its path.

A path that led to the world.

Dong dong dong!

The sound of drums could be heard.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled.

The azure lightning tore apart the dark clouds and illuminated the world.

Amidst the lightning, the mountains with long trails were like meteors as they fell to the northwest.

Their target was the Kunlun Mountains!

Li Shouyi looked at them, the mountains that flashed in the lightning.

"After tonight..." he sighed, "The world will change!"

He knew that the mythical grade invasion had intensified!