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Chu Guang was puzzled, but before he could figure out the reason, he wasn't about to ask.
He decided to listen to the song first. Was it because of the singer's ability, or because of the special status of virtual idols? Zhang Zian wondered.
Silver Wing had many screening rooms, and some offices also had equipment for music videos. After signing the contract, Chu Guang had his own office, and there was a fully equipped screening room near the offices of the newcomers. So Chu Guang decided to go to the screening room and use the equipment there to listen to the song. What kind of song was it that had gotten first place?
When he arrived at the screening room, Chu Guang was surprised to see Rong Zheng and the rest of the newcomers there. Rong Zheng had a strange expression on his face, a mixture of surprise and disbelief, but no indignation.
"You're here. Let's listen together. "Rong Zheng pointed to a chair beside him.
Chu Guang sat in the chair, watching the holographic image projected by the equipment. The high-quality audio equipment transmitted every sound clearly.
Was it electronic music, rock music, or some other popular genre?
The moment the music started, Chu Guang was shocked to discover that it was none of those.
In the image.
Looking ahead, there was an endless forest, lush and full of life. Whether it was flowers or trees, they all appeared in a humanoid form. The trunks of the trees had eyes, noses, mouths, and other features.
It was a peaceful scene.
But the next moment, the blue sky was covered with a layer of red.
The horn sounded in his ears with an unsettling cadence, hovering in the lower register. The seemingly uncoordinated intervals conveyed a deep sense of anxiety. The strings foretold the impending disaster, as if someone was sobbing.
"A symphony?!" Chu Guang was so shocked he almost stood up.
In the image, fiery meteorites hurtled toward the earth. Panicked creatures fell into the abyss of despair as the earth cracked open without warning.
Heavy drumbeats sounded like rolling thunder from afar, growing from weak to strong, from slow to rapid, creating an uneasy tremor.
Thump thump! Thump thump!
It was hard to tell whether it was the sound of a boulder crashing into the ground, a mountain collapsing, or someone's heavy heartbeat.
An atmosphere of panic and fear spread.
After a deafening chorus of orchestral and percussion instruments, a low voice hummed for a short while.
Unlike the high-pitched singing of the songs and dances that Chu Guang was familiar with, this voice was full of wildness and nature, as if it was the lament of the tree-shaped figure in the video. The sound carried a kind of magical power, through the sound equipment, radiating to every nerve in the brain.
The tense orchestral music started again. The percussion rhythmically vibrated the eardrums, and the electronic synthesizer created a variety of timbre arrangements, making the atmosphere more and more uneasy. The illusory vibrations seemed to invade from the distant sky.
The world was sick.
The heavy percussion and the forceful playing of the wind instruments revealed the violent and bloodthirsty nature of the mutated creatures.
Everywhere was filled with those brutal figures.
The surroundings were littered with broken branches and wreckage. Towering trees that had been growing for an unknown number of years had fallen. Some were smashed by falling boulders, some were broken by the violent tremors of the earth, and some were torn to shreds by the moving figures. Everything was trampled to death by this disaster.
In the face of natural disasters, all living things were so insignificant. The sun was blocked by a thick layer of dust, and the remaining warmth was constantly weakened by the danger.
The melody of the piano and wind instruments appeared in the ears. It represented the theme of "Doomsday Calamity," opening up a bleak scene of corpses strewn all over the land.
The ever-changing string music, the well-arranged arrangement, and the high-quality sound equipment transmitted the movement to the brain with high fidelity. It was as if there was a supernatural force pulling at the soul, causing people to involuntarily enter that period of history filled with smoke and fire.
The symphonic ultra-bass was imposing, carrying a heavy historical connotation. Even if one closed their eyes, the heavy, vicissitudes of life, suffering, and a world riddled with holes would appear in their minds. That was a period of history that everyone in the New Era knew.
The 100-year Period of Destruction!
The bass did not lose its exquisite performance, as if it was weeping and complaining. The video was full of devastation, and the electronic music simulated the changes that traditional instruments could not achieve. With an unconventional arrangement, it was like a strange and treacherous music speaker, creating a frightening atmosphere.
The timbre gradually changed, once again intensifying the restlessness in the heart. It was filled with anxiety and panic.
In this sick world, it was a chaotic and tragic scene. There were countless deaths and injuries. The once dense forest had become dilapidated and miserable. Mutated Berserk Beasts gnawed on those innocent creatures that had already died. Flames soared into the sky.
The focused figure in the video looked at everything that was happening around him, endless sorrow and confusion in his eyes. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w]
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[Is this the end of the world? Is life going to end because of this?]
A low humming gradually rose in his ears. It seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, mourning for the dead creatures and uncertainty about the future.
The music gradually became louder, and the mournful wind music was mixed with the rhythmic sound of stones falling to the ground. The pause of the heavy and long notes seemed to hint at some hesitation in his heart, but the following wind fanfare that sounded like a horn reawakened his desire for survival!
Danger was approaching. This land was no longer suitable for survival.
Should he hide in a dark corner and beg for luck in this chaotic world to drag out an ignoble existence, or should he find another way out?
He stood on the edge of light and shadow, standing in a dangerous situation where blood and fire intertwined, and made a choice.
The rhythm and momentum changed. It seemed to have opened a key opportunity. The strange timbre of the flute and electronic music gradually became fierce. After a short pause, the tone became high-spirited.
Thoughts surged in the silence, and in the silence, there was an explosion of desperation.
The zither notes quickly rose step by step. The sonorous timbre seemed to have dispelled the hesitation in the heart. With the tragic and stirring feeling of putting one's life on the line in a desperate situation, it erupted with a magnificent lofty feeling of breaking out of the ground.
In the video, the roots that he had buried deep underground broke free from the shackles of the earth and broke out of the ground. The roots twisted and turned into a form that was suitable for walking. The green leaves curled up, and the dense branches retracted.
In the end, he still took this step!
When the voices became high-pitched again, an imposing aura that caused the hair on one's back to stand on end rushed towards them, as if a storm had suddenly been set off.
"Can't abandon
Can't give up easily
Hope still exists,
Forward
Even if there are thorns ahead
… "
For the first time in his life, he stood completely on the ground. He didn't know how long it would take to find the destination in his heart, but since he had taken the first step, he could take a thousand steps, ten thousand steps!
The Heavenly Dao was constant, but variables and rules coexisted!
One choice could determine the change of fate.
He looked back at his clansmen.
In the light of dawn, there was a horn that seemed to wake up the sleepers.
After the extremely penetrating voice, an innumerable high-pitched harmony sounded, with the solemnity and solemnity of galloping across the world.
One tree, two trees, ten trees, a hundred trees …
Like a butterfly effect, the figures that stood up were like waves.
Thousands of survivors, broke free from the shackles of the earth and stood up. Like their clansmen standing at the forefront, they changed into a form suitable for walking.
From this moment on, they would leave this homeland where they grew up, and there would be no more peace.
From this moment on, they would no longer be timid.
No one was born strong, but in order to survive, what harm was there in taking this step?!
There was no way back!
In order to survive, they could only move forward!
Perhaps, there was still a place in the world where they could continue to live?
The orchestral instruments played a long final note, and the thunderous drumbeats seemed to roll in the clouds, as if they were about to open another prelude.
In the video, on one side, there were countless densely packed survivors about to leave their homeland. On the other side, there was the flickering shadow of a demon under the blood-colored smoke.
The video gradually faded.
The subtitles read:
MV Main character: Polar Light
Species: Longxiang Tianluo
Song title: "100-Year Period of Destruction" First Movement: "Divine Punishment" Producer: Fang Zhao
Production team: Polar Light project team: Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Miao, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Ji Polun, Bei Zhi, etc.
Production company: Silver Wing Media.
The music and video ended at the same time.
The people in the projection room seemed to have experienced a long period of suffocation. They couldn't help but take deep breaths to ease the lingering fear in their hearts.
"This … this …" Chu Guang still didn't have the guts to say that word. He doubted his own judgment. His previous indignation had long since disappeared.
He was inferior.
...
The music department.
Ya Erlin was also in the projection room with the music department.
He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, as if enjoying the lingering sound waves that lingered in the air.
"Do you smell it?" Ya Erlin whispered to a few of the composers beside him.
"What?" They were still in a daze.
"The smell of an epic."
In the New Era, there was a type of music that was different from the popular styles. It was also different from those classic tunes that were sung by countless people. Perhaps not many people loved it, but no one could deny its status.
It was the story of life and death, of rebirth in desperate circumstances, of the vastness of the stars and the vastness of the universe, of endless dreams and hopes, of all living things, of miracles born from despair, and of absolute shock to the soul.
People called it an epic.
An epic!
This was the word that Ya Erlin hadn't said when he heard the demo. It was also the word that Chu Guang didn't dare say.
When listening to the demo, Ya Erlin wasn't sure what the quality of the finished product would be, so he didn't dare comment. A song with a symphonic structure wasn't easy to master. Without sufficient experience, comprehension, and overall control, it was difficult to achieve a satisfactory result. Even Ya Erlin wasn't confident he could pull it off so perfectly.
That was why Ya Erlin had doubted Fang Zhao's ability when he first heard the demo. Fang Zhao looked too young. He didn't look like someone who could compose and master such a song.
Only after the music was completed did Ya Erlin realize that Fang Zhao had handled the details like the intensity and speed perfectly. He had combined symphonic and New Era electronic music perfectly. He had put a lot of thought into the layering and layout. That kind of surging, sharp, and exquisite music had brought out the atmosphere of the music video without restraint!
They were used to Xiao Qing's new style of lyricism, the passion of dance music, and other popular genres. This was the first time Rong Zheng and Chu Guang had seen an epic narrative.
Amidst this majestic music, everyone who heard it felt as if they had been brought back to that uneasy era. Through the layers of blood-colored smoke and dust, they witnessed the changes of a race in the background of that era. As they lifted their feet, they moved forward, forward …
It was the cry of life during the end of days.
The vibrations of sound penetrated deep into the marrow.
In Ya Erlin's eyes, this was an epic rank!
The perfect combination of sound and sound had a powerful, penetrating, and infectious power. There was no doubt about it.
"Yes or no, we'll get the answer this afternoon."
But Ya Erlin had underestimated the industry's reaction speed.
It didn't take until the afternoon. An hour after the release of "Divine Punishment," it was 9 a.m. on October 1.
The Voice of Yanzhou, founded by the Yanzhou Music Association and recognized as the most authoritative media outlet in the industry, had an evaluation.
"Polar Light, the first virtual idol to debut as an epic in the New Era."
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