Papaya was assigned to sing the last part of the song. She looked a little nervous. She kept trying to catch her breath, and she didn't know where to put her hands. Sometimes, she would put them on her waist, and sometimes she would put them on the sides of her dress.
Angor chuckled. He didn't expect the girl who acted so well in front of them to have such a nervous side.
"You know Papaya, sir?" the old priest asked.
Angor nodded. "She's quite good at acting."
Acting? The old priest didn't know what to say.
However, Shadow said from the side, "You're calling her a little girl. Maybe you're even younger than her."
The old priest looked at Angor again. When he was talking to this lord, he only noticed the maturity in his tone and never thought about his age. Angor looked closer and found that the old man was indeed very young. His face was delicate, but he still looked a little immature.
"Papaya is 17 years old this year," the old priest said after giving it some thought.
Angor's face blushed a little. Papaya was one year older than him! Sometimes, it was hard to change one's impression. Papaya looked like a Thumbelina, so Angor couldn't help but associate her small size with her age.
"See? I'm right, aren't I? You're not even 17 yet, right? " Shadow looked like he was teasing Angor, but his eyes were filled with envy and jealousy. Angor's achievement at such a young age completely shattered Shadow's self-confidence and pride, which he built up over the past 30 years. It was really embarrassing for him.
Angor forced himself to remain calm. He sneered and answered Shadow's question with a disdainful expression.
Shadow's eyelid twitched. He was sure that Angor was embarrassed, but he didn't want to say anything in front of such an expression. He could only curse in his heart, "Tsundere."
The first three singers quickly finished their respective songs, but the disc-like artifact didn't react just like before. Obviously, these three people weren't part of the 3%.
When it was finally Papaya's turn, she let out a sigh of relief and quickly took her place.
She placed her right hand on her chest and tried to sing.
But who would have thought that her first note would float beyond the nine heavens? Papaya was so nervous that she froze on the spot and didn't know what to do.
The clerics looked at each other, while the singers covered their mouths and chuckled.
Papaya felt tears welling up in her eyes.
While she was feeling embarrassed, Papaya suddenly felt something cool coming from between her eyebrows. It was a calming power.
For a moment, all the sounds in the surroundings quieted down.
"Go ahead and sing." It was Fiona who spoke with a gentle female voice. But for some reason, Papaya couldn't help but think of another human being with a clear male voice.
Papaya looked around and saw that everyone had quieted down. She could hear nothing but the sound of the wind.
She felt something cool coming from between her eyebrows again. She saw a green field, a moon tree, and her beloved grandmother.
"The —" Papaya spoke again. This time, she didn't let her voice drift. "The fourth hero opens the door in the air with the hymn …"
Papaya's singing finally returned to normal. It was clear and melodious.
"You're a gentleman, aren't you?" Shadow used Voice Transmission. Angor was the main reason why Papaya was able to sing again. Even Fiona's "sing" came from Angor's mouth. It was just that he had used a little illusion to prevent others from noticing it.
"It's nothing." Angor didn't deny it.
"You're too lenient with mortals. Your enemies might use that against you," Shadow said.
"So, you're going to use mortals to stop me?"
Shadow chuckled. "I'm not your enemy. Besides, we've made up, haven't we?"
Angor chuckled and didn't say anything else.
When Papaya finished her song, she took a deep breath and walked to the front of the stage with the other three. Then, she looked at the priest.
The Grand Priest looked at the unmoving treasure on the other side and shook his head. "Leave us. The next batch."
Papaya's eyes were filled with sadness as well. She had lost the chance to join the Sky Choir this time, and she would never have another chance to do so in the future. She couldn't help but shed tears when she thought about how her fellow villagers in Sprout Village were waiting for her.
The other singers who didn't get chosen also began to cry. However, they had no choice but to leave the Centennial Palace under the guidance of the priests.
"Poor them. If they know that the Sky Choir isn't here to pick singers, they'll probably break down." Shadow looked at the group of weeping Thumbelina. Although he said "pitiful", his tone was full of schadenfreude.
The Grand Priest lowered his head after hearing Shadow's words. Angor glanced at him but didn't say anything.
After this group of singers left, there weren't many singers left in the Hundred Year Palace.
"What if we can't find a suitable singer this year?" Angor asked.
The Grand Priest glanced at Fiona. "If we can't find a suitable singer, the Descender will look for one herself. I'm sure she'll find one."
The Grand Priest was implying that Dark Castle had a special way of finding people.
But now that Fiona was under Shadow's control, they couldn't use that method. They could only pray that they found a suitable singer later.
Their luck wasn't that bad.
After another two batches, a Bloodline Wielder finally appeared in the new batch.
It was a singer with a black birthmark on her face. As soon as she went on stage, the Grand Priest let out a surprised "huh?"
The disc-shaped artifact suddenly glowed with a clear light. It was breathing in and out as if the artifact was a creature that could breathe.
"You. Everyone else, leave. You stay on stage." The Grand Priest pointed at the girl with the black birthmark.
The girl was surprised, but she soon showed a joyful expression. The others left the Centennial Palace in a gloomy mood.
"From today onward, you're a member of the Sky Choir." The Grand Priest recalled the girl's name. "Yelena, right?"
The young girl was still in a state of ecstasy as she nodded her head excitedly.
"Yelena, when you've calmed down, you can begin your performance. This solo performance is the key to joining the Sky Choir. Make sure you don't make any mistakes. " The Grand Priest spoke in a serious tone. In order to activate the artifact, the singer had to sing every word correctly. Otherwise, the artifact would go into a cooldown period of 300 days.
Yelena knew how serious this was. She stood on the stage and tried her best to calm down.
"Do you think she'll make a mistake like Papaya?" Shadow looked at Yelena's heaving chest and asked curiously.
"Don't jinx it," Angor snapped.
What Shadow said wasn't likely to happen. The Fairy Hymn wasn't that long, and the singers had been learning it since they were children. They wouldn't make any mistakes. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Angor considered for a moment and set up an illusion around Yelena.
From the small stream in the forest to the vast snowfield, from the cloud continent to the starry night. While setting up the illusion, Angor carefully observed Yelena's reaction.
Apart from curiosity, she didn't show much emotion.
When Angor set up a stage that could accommodate ten thousand people and brightly lit up the stage, Yelena began to look more and more excited.
Someone who craved attention and a big stage. Angor considered for a moment and decided to place Yelena in the center of the stage, where all the lights focused on her.
At the same time, Angor also released a teacup band. He used to think teacup bands played terrible music. But after watching Papaya's performance, Angor realized that teacup bands weren't bad at music. It was just that the monsters in the Nightmare Realm didn't appreciate music at all.
Sure enough, with the help of the illusion stage and the performance of the teacup band, Yelena performed at her best.
As she sang, she did not make a single mistake and even reached the peak of her singing. Because of this, the disk began to shine with a clear light.
The Grand Priest swung the plate and let it float in the air.
"My lords, as long as you are enveloped by the light, your soul will be purified." The High Priest said, allowing the disc to stay above their heads.
As Ye Lianna sang, a clear light shone down. Angor felt as if his soul had entered a clear spring where a mysterious power was washing away the impurities in his soul.
Fortunately, Angor's soul was very pure. Under the light, he only felt warm and relaxed without too many impurities.
Meanwhile, Shadow was moaning in pleasure. A large amount of black aura was released from its soul, which meant it had much more impurities than Angor.
The light grew brighter and brighter. Under the light, Angor felt so soft that he wanted to lie down and sleep.
But suddenly, the light touched the gray mist in his soul. The gray mist was the materialization of the sequence of gravity. It could be considered impurities, but at the same time, it also seemed to be helpful to the soul. The light circled around the gray mist for a long time, as if it was considering what to do with it.
Angor's mood was lifted by the light. He remembered that the Grand Priest once told him about the gray mist in his soul, and the light seemed to be useful.
But the Grand Priest didn't tell him how.
The light lingered around the mist for a long time before it finally moved. It slowly spread out and wrapped around the mist like a thin film. Then it slowly shrank.
Finally, the gray mist in the depth of Angor's soul shrank into a sphere, which gathered the source of the gray mist and all the other gray mist that spread out.
And then, the light disappeared.
Angor was confused. Did the Grand Priest just gather the gray mist and stop it from spreading? That's it? What happened to the purification?
At the same time, the clear light of the disk artifact dissipated and returned to the High Priest's hand. It shrank until it finally disappeared.
Shadow stretched his body and spoke in a lazy tone, "Well worth the trip. Almost half of the impurities in my soul were removed. My chance of becoming a wizard is higher now."
Shadow looked at Angor. "I noticed that your soul has very little impurities. Did you purify your soul before?"
Angor ignored Shadow and looked at the Grand Priest. So this is what you meant by "the gray mist in my soul also needs a good rain"?
The Grand Priest spoke in a low voice, "Sir, the meridians in your body aren't impurities. But if they spread to different parts of your soul, they could still cause problems. Now that they're gathered together, it's actually a good thing. "
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