Starting in the wee hours of Feb. 8, the internet was abuzz.
The big three entertainment companies had long since mobilized their own celebrities, big and small, to canvass for votes. Polar Light, as the only successful virtual idol in Silver Wing, was even more popular.
Whether it was newly signed newcomers or A-list A-list celebrities, they all started canvassing for votes. This was the first time in Yanzhou's history that the big three companies were openly competing for virtual idols.
However, there were also some people who were more concerned about the release of the new song at 8 a.m.
Xue Jing, who was already over 160 years old, did not walk around the park downstairs as usual. Instead, he sat in his study, turned on his audio and video equipment, and waited for 8 a.m. to arrive.
On his desk was a notebook and a pen. This was the notebook he planned to use to jot down his thoughts and analysis after listening to the fourth movement. Compared to electronic recording, Xue Jing preferred manual recording. It was more intuitive.
Beside his desk was a stack of books. Some were teaching materials written by Xue Jing, while others were books written by others as reference. Many people in the industry felt that Xue Jing's decision to take on the task of analyzing and guiding symphonic compositions was an unwise decision. This genre was too aloof and lacked popularity. Talented people kept their talents to themselves, and what was written in public would surely have no substance. It was all superfluous nonsense. Some people who bought the books would give bad reviews after reading them. Just look at the teaching materials of the past. Whoever wrote it would get scolded. It was an arduous and thankless task.
However, Xue Jing would only smile when he heard this. When someone asked him who had contributed, Xue Jing would just smile and not answer.
Xue Jing had been analyzing the three movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series. The deeper he went, the more astonished he became. He marveled at Fang Zhao's mastery, his boldness, and his progress. In these three movements, there were many techniques that were not popular or had been neglected. However, in these three movements, these techniques perfectly captured the mood of the movements.
"One more," Xue Jing said in a low voice.
Actually, after listening to the first two movements, one could understand the composer's goal and intentions. The third movement was about war, so the fourth movement should be the end.
At 8 a.m., Xue Jing turned on the audio and video platform. The music video was clearly presented in front of the audience by the high-end audio and video equipment.
The video showed the grim scene at dawn, which was connected to the end of the third movement. A full-scale battle was still going on, but the picture was not gloomy, and the music was not as urgent and depressing.
At the beginning of the fourth movement, the two tones, one dark and one bright, alternated. The alto and the bass constructed the vast space between the sky and the earth, giving the music a very vivid picture. The short, accented sixteenth notes were like the cold wind blowing fiercely at dawn. Every hair on his body could feel the flow of the air. The cello strummed with emphasis, as if the world was trembling from the murderous aura emitted by this fierce battle for survival.
The trees were fighting back with all their might. Their bodies were covered in splashes of mud and water. Every branch seemed to be seeping with thick blood and killing intent. With a fearless bravery, they killed all the Berserk Beasts that were trying to plunder their world!
In the combination of trombone and woodwind, there was a muffler. The hard sound was a little hoarse and gloomy. It was like the Berserk Beasts in the video that were beginning to cower and retreat under the counterattack of the trees. The once ferocious and arrogant bodies of killing had become weak and exhausted. In this cold, howling morning, it was shivering.
The difference was that the strength of the woodwinds was accumulating bit by bit.
In the video, the valiant trees forced the ferocious faces to retreat step by step. Amidst the slightly hoarse metallic sound, the sinister and murderous aura that belonged to the Berserk Beast made its final struggle. It opened its bloody mouth wide and roared, trying to put up a brave front.
A fist with a murderous aura locked on to the heart of the Berserk Beast. Like a sharpened spear, it struck without hesitation.
The Berserk Beast that was hit drew an arc in the air and fell into the lake not far away. The surface of the lake split open. The Berserk Beast that fell in struggled for a while before sinking.
There were some broken branches floating on the surface of the lake.
The figure looked at the surface of the lake.
In the strong string music, there was sorrow that was not breathed out. However, at the same time, the continuous performance of the string music was tenacious and unyielding.
Compared to the wind and percussion, the string music had a gentleness to it. However, it was not only gentleness. There was strength in the gentleness. The sorrow was no longer a weak sadness. Instead, it had turned into a strong and explosive force.
The figure in the video turned around and ran towards the top of the mountain. There were a few strands of unknown weeds on the ground. They swayed when the figure ran.
One by one, the Berserk Beasts were knocked down and stepped on.
The cooperation between the Treants was flawless. This was the tacit understanding they had developed through countless battles to the death.
They moved forward step by step, climbing higher and higher.
When the figure in the video finally stood at the top of the mountain, in the combination of the trombone and woodwind, the accumulated power of the woodwind finally exploded.
The woodwind played three octaves apart. Under the spacious combination of timbre, there was a wide field of view from the top of the mountain.
The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was littered with corpses. There were those of the Berserk Beasts and those of the Treants. However, compared to the beginning, the figures moving about on the ground were not the rampaging Berserk Beasts, but their companions in the Treants.
As far as the eye could see, the brave figures of their companions fighting could be seen everywhere.
The sound of trumpets and harmonies unfolded. The resounding sound symbolized that this battle was finally coming to an end. The drumbeats were no longer urgent. They were more inspiring. The percussion was based on the timpani that people of the New Era were familiar with. It was a combination of even more primitive drum sounds. This was a perfect and magical fusion of sounds from different time and space.
It was as if they had endured a long, sunless winter. When the figure standing at the top of the mountain raised his head and saw the thick clouds in the sky slowly dispersing, he saw the golden rays of sunlight shining down from the sky. His blood-stained fists, which had just killed an unknown number of Berserk Beasts, trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with suppressed emotions. He looked as if he would burst into tears at any moment.
The sunlight seemed to carry a scorching heat. It melted the sharp edges of their hearts, which had been armed by this battle, and touched the softest part of their hearts.
They had seen this kind of sunlight a long, long time ago. It represented warmth and hope.
They, too, had once been a group of ordinary creatures who had suffered pain and suffering. They had experienced unimaginable despair and depression.
They had struggled and fought in this ice-cold, hopeless situation. What they had won wasn't just freedom and a new life. What they wanted to win was a world!
Surging emotions erupted. The shouts from the mountaintop overlapped with the resounding male voice amidst the majestic music. It was as if they had an immeasurable power that wanted to lift the entire world.
Amid the broad sounds of the orchestral ensemble, the passionate harmonies were like the revelry of all creatures who had seen the sun again. They celebrated this hard-won victory.
The violin playing was like time combing through this newly reborn world.
The clouds in the sky hovered above the lake. The lake water, which had been muddy from the battle, became clear. The broken branches and wreckage floating on the lake's surface sank to the bottom. The sparse ground by the lake was already covered with exuberant grass.
The rhythm of the compound drums was even more carefree and powerful. Feet made of twigs and twigs stepped on the lush grass and ran. They were not hurried or nervous. Instead, they were excited to the point of crying tears of joy.
From today onwards, they would no longer see those cruel and bloodthirsty figures.
From today onwards, they would no longer have to wander about and flee for their lives.
From today onwards, the world would be a new world!
So, could they rest?
Maybe.
Amid the vigorous harmonies, the expansive orchestral music played mightily. The rising strings and drumbeats confirmed each time, indicating that an open picture was about to unfold.
The figure at the forefront of the group of trees stood on a high slope. He looked at the figures of his idle and free companions scattered around. He stepped on the soft soil under his feet and revealed a bright and relieved smile.
Under the warm sunlight, he relaxed and opened his arms. The knotted branches finally spread out. His sturdy arms turned into branches that stretched out in all directions. His legs once again turned into roots that penetrated deep into the ground and took root.
It was as if he had been reborn.
After the group of trees found a satisfactory place, they spread out their knotted branches and took root in the ground. Under the illumination of the sun, tender green leaves sprouted from the bare branches. The leaves spread out with the halo of life.
Some strange human voices were humming in his ears, and the electronic music created a brand new, magnificent, and colorful world.
The different voices of the string group played different roles. It was like the souls of the dead who had sacrificed themselves in the war overlooking this new world. It was also like some new, never-before-seen life was whispering. It was also like the excited and complicated voices of the treants who had taken root in the new land.
The corpses of the war were covered by dust and newly grown plants. That disastrous war destroyed a group of lives, but at the same time, it also nurtured a group of awakened lives.
On the land full of life, there was fresh life and also decay. But at least, everything was developing in a good direction.
Looking down from the sky, on the boundless land, the whole world became quiet and peaceful again. It was as if that world-destroying disaster had never happened.
But under the peaceful and distant surface of the world, there were the tenacious and magnificent souls that had gone through the disaster.
What was eternity?
How long was eternity?
No one knew.
If another calamity were to befall them one day, they would be able to stand up again.
As long as life did not stop, the battle would not stop.
In the video, the scene quickly passed by the forest on the ground. Further away, where the sun could not reach, there was no haze or gloom. Instead, there was a resplendent and mysterious starry sky.
The music gradually calmed down, and the beautiful string notes with a tinge of sadness and emotion gradually lightened. The low male voice gradually faded away in the string music.
The subtitles gradually appeared.
MV Main character: Polar Light
Species: Longxiang Tianluo
Song title: "100-Year Period of Destruction," Chapter Four: "Eternity"
Producer: Fang Zhao
Production team: Polar Light project team: Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Miao, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Fu Yingtian, Stiller, Zhang Yu, etc.
Production company: Silver Wing Media.
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Xue Jing stared at the name of the producer on the subtitles and shook his head with a sigh. He found it hard to believe, but at the same time, he was overjoyed that he had found a treasure.
"That kid Fang Zhao!"
Shaking his head, Xue Jing picked up a pen and wrote in his notebook.
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