There was fine snow in the sky, and the ground in the city was cold and humid.

Just as the brilliant remnants of the Sun Square had caused everyone to panic, an old musician of high moral standing stood up. A grand concert was held in the largest stadium in Elk City.

The scene was lively and packed. The elites, merchants, and high-ranking military and political officials from all over the country rushed over. A song called “Eternal Holy Light” spread throughout Silver City through the television and radio stations. The dignified, holy, high and bright music echoed in the tall buildings and beautiful buildings of the city, inspiring the hearts of millions of people.

Everyone from the Temple Elders’ Council gathered in front of the wide television screen wall, tears streaming down their faces when they heard this. For this reason, the Clemens Clan’s elders also issued a brief but incomparably lofty comment: “Heavenly Sound, Legendary Musician.”

The concert was even more impressive.

“Twenty years, I have never heard such a wonderful movement before.” “Old Gus is the only one who can play the Sacred Music so touching.” “Our heritage is much deeper than that group of primitive people who danced around the campfire.” “Hahaha …”

After the song was played, the 90-year-old musician stood up, left the piano, walked to the front of the stage, bowed to the audience, and immediately drew a tsunami of applause.

The excitement and enthusiasm could not be subsided for a long time.

He was in high spirits, wearing a well-tailored tuxedo, his skinny body standing upright, looking like an old gentleman of Silver City.

“Praise the supreme True God. We will triumph over everything.” The old musician said, his voice loud and forceful, and a warm applause sounded once again.

“Please listen to the Golden River Love Song.” Old Music bowed deeply and returned to the piano. He swung his swallow tail back and sat down. Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently tapped it down. A beautiful movement immediately flowed out, lingering around endlessly.

The Golden River was located in the beautiful and fertile Golden Triangle, the territory of the Lombardi Clan. Whenever the dawn shone, or the setting sun gradually descended, the surface of the river would glow with a golden luster, magnificent, as if it was facing the Immortal Realm.

This beautiful river had many miserable stories about lovers who had died, knights who had fallen asleep, noble ladies who looked through the autumn waters, maids who had nowhere to go …

The melancholy and light movement tells of the beauty of love, the melancholy of love, the joy of love, the fearlessness of love.

People do not know, immersed in the past beautiful and melancholy, green years, first love years, past events, became smoke, suddenly look back, but has been another life.

The song ended with thunderous applause.

“I wonder if she’s doing well.” A high-ranking official rubbed his nose.

“Young and ignorant, I missed it.” A wealthy businessman took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have chased him away.” A noble woman sobbed.

“I should have confessed.” “We used to be at the same table.” “He gave me a necklace.” “I really want to see her.” The beautiful movement touched the softest part of people’s hearts.

The next song was the famous western song Romance Under the Night Sky.

The melody was light and melodious, like fireflies in the night sky, flying through the silent woods and faint paths.

Lovers embrace each other, whisper, wander under the moon, take time.

At the end of the song, people commented and discussed.

“He will go down in history as one of the greatest musicians in human history.” Someone predicted.

“It is said that his talent is ordinary. He only started to learn the zither at the age of fifteen. Thirty years is like a day. He worked hard to temper himself and eventually became a great artifact.” Someone sighed.

“In order to play the most beautiful music, he has performed dozens of operations on his hands, and his bones are filled with steel nails.” Someone added.

“Old Gus is a role model for our generation. He is persistent and diligent.” Someone praised.

In the following time, a famous piece of music slowly flowed out from the hands of the old musician, soothing the restless mood of the people.

Unknowingly, it was late at night, the end of the concert.

The old musician got up again and bowed to the audience. Then he held the piano and talked about the past.

“When I was fifteen, I met her, and I thought …”

“I’m going to play her at the high school graduation ceremony so that everyone in the school can hear me.”

“It’s a pity that my wish has fallen through.”

“When I was thirty years old, I wanted to play her at the older venue, but my wish came true.”

“When I was fifty years old, I made a decision. I wanted to go to the highest stage in the world so that everyone could hear her.”

“Now, my wish is finally coming true.”

Warm applause rang out, and a few young and bold girls walked up to the stage and offered bouquets of flowers.

“It must be an indescribably beautiful song.” “I have a premonition that it will be an unforgettable night.” “Great old Gus, great music.” The audience whispered about the nameless music to be played by the old musician.

The old musician smiled, took the flowers and put them on the piano. Then he adjusted his collar, smoothed his clothes, returned to his seat, shook off his swallow tail, and sat down solemnly.

As usual, he slowly raised his hand and lightly knocked down the first note.

Far-reaching and long movements, accompanied by the light tremors of the strings, like a winding river, quietly flowed into the distance.

There were sorrows when they left their homeland, sorrows when they missed their loved ones, and reluctance to part ways when they saw their friends off.

The melodious melody seemed to tell an ancient story.

Farewell of good friends, advice of relatives, gaze of lovers.

Ten miles away, reluctant to part …

As the audience thought that the song was over, the old music suddenly raised its hands and bent its fingers like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. The nine heavens fell with lightning and landed on the keys of the zither.

A clanging sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The aura of the music rose in vain. Like a treasured sword unsheathed, tens of thousands of horses sounded in unison, horns blew, and war drums shook the heavens.

It was majestic and overwhelming.

“Heretical Cult Forbidden Music! He played the Heretical Cult Forbidden Music!” Someone finally recognized it, and his face turned pale as he shouted out in a trembling voice.

There was an uproar in the large stadium.

“Ah!” “What!” “What’s going on?” Many people were confused and did not react.

“Cover your ears, don’t listen!” “Stop him! Stop him!” “Guards, guards!” “Kill this lunatic!” Some of them shouted at the guards, panicking endlessly.

At the same time, in the ward of the Crown District Hospital, several Temple Elders who had been left behind from the previous era had all kinds of transparent thin tubes inserted into their bodies. At the moment the war song was played, their heartbeats were chaotic, and they quickly turned into a straight line.

In the gymnasium, the spectators screamed and were in an incomparably chaotic state.

The late guards pulled out their pistols and aimed at the old musician on the stage. Without warning, they directly fired.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

For a time, the zither sounds, gunshots and shouts mixed together, making the rhythm of the music even higher.

“Hahahahahaha!”

The old musician shook his head, his hands flying as he played and laughed loudly.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

The guns kept ringing, and the zither continued to play. The pieces of wood flew about, and smoke filled the air.

“I am Starless Light, Sarados.”

“We’re back!”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

“We’re back!”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Blood blossomed, the strings of the zither shattered, laughter thunderous, and loud songs!

On the second day of the old musician’s bloodstained stage, in Tiandu of the Far East, outside the Snake Race Square.

An old beggar with tattered clothes, messy hair and a string of bamboo shards tied around his waist was raising his hand to drive away a neatly dressed young man.

“Just send it here. Get lost!” The old beggar cursed.

The young man shed tears and stood where he was, unwilling to leave.

The old beggar went to push him, but he didn’t move at all. He scolded, “Grow up, your bones are stiff, you’re not obedient anymore, are you?”

The young man did not say anything, nor did he move.

When the old beggar saw this, his heart softened. He sighed and said, “You are still young, so you can’t follow me here. As the saying goes, good steel should be used on blades. If you have any thoughts, go to the Northern Wilderness.”

The young man remained silent, standing there motionless.

“Good child, be obedient. Go back.” The old beggar patted him on the shoulder.

The young man knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old beggar.

“Nurturing grace, never forget.” After saying that, the young man stood up and left.

Only when the former’s figure disappeared did the old beggar wipe his eyes and look at the dense crowd in the plaza, as well as the surrounding fully armed Snake Race garrison members.

Afterwards, he took off his large backpack, took out the bits and pieces from his body, and threw them on the ground. When he untied the string of bamboo slices, he held it in his hand and examined it for a while before placing it next to his backpack.

Then, he took out a gray cloth bag from the side of his backpack and walked towards the center of the square step by step.

At the banner platform, there were three circles of guards standing inside and outside. They were heavily guarded with guns and live ammunition.

The old man watched from afar, stopped, took a deep breath, and shook his backpack.

A bright red flag rose in the wind.

He grabbed the two corners of the flag with both hands and ran wildly in the square, shouting like a madman.

“May the sacred flame be glorious!”

The crowd all looked over. At first, they were stunned and even found it funny. A mad beggar was running around the square, shouting blurry nonsense.

The old beggar could not stop where there were many people. “Let me … friends … let me … this big brother … let me … let me … let me … let me … let me … let me …”

“May the sacred flame be glorious!” Gradually, they heard it clearly. And so, spontaneously, the road was cleared.

“I am the Gale Spear, the Tang Family of South City!”

“We’re back!”

The old beggar wore a flag and jumped while running. He was very unexcited. Everywhere they went, people retreated to both sides like a boat that separated the surface of the water.

“May the sacred flame be glorious!”

“Disrupting the peace is simply insane. Quickly arrest him!” A guard captain with a sinister expression ordered loudly as he looked at the mad old beggar not far away.

However, there was silence behind him, and there was no regular response as usual.

“Hurry, hurry!” The garrison captain urged, but there was still no response. He turned his head and found that the team members were all looking ahead with their hands behind their backs. He couldn’t help but frown and shout in a deep voice, “You want to rebel!”

Unexpectedly, this group of normally obedient team members who didn’t dare to speak loudly to him actually completely ignored him at this moment.

“Damn it!” The captain of the garrison scolded with a gloomy face. He pulled out his pistol, opened the safety bolt, aimed at the old beggar, and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

“Uh …”

The gunshot rang out, but it wasn’t the captain’s gun.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. Blood was spilling out of his chest. In the end, he fell askew.

“May the sacred flame be glorious!”

The old beggar ran and ran. This was the most prestigious time of his life. Everyone gave him a respectful look.

“May the sacred flame be glorious!” Someone shouted. Immediately after, it exploded like a match thrown into an oil depot.

“May the sacred flame be glorious!” “May the sacred flame be glorious!” “May the sacred flame be glorious!” “May the sacred flame be glorious!” “May the sacred flame be glorious!” “May the sacred flame be glorious!”

In an instant, the shouts were like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

The voice reached the Heavenly Snake Imperial Palace. “Bi Qinglan” sighed and said, “Lower the Star Sea Guild Flag and raise the Xin Huo Battle Flag.”