Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
By the Silver Moon Sea, Seven Kills frowned heavily. “This makes no sense. This person has no music Dao artistic conception at all. Why is this piece so strange?”
Not far from the Silver Moon Mountain Manor in the city, a pink-clad man sat in a restaurant. While others were scared into hugging their heads and trembling, this pink-clad man sat calmly by the window and drank wine. As he watched the battle outside, the sound wave attacks seemed to have no impact on him. That man looked like an ordinary human, but with one difference: an additional finger on his left hand. This person had six fingers on his left hand.
“Oh? A suona piece? The first call had the air of a sovereign? No, it should be the sovereign of birds? This is a phoenix?” The six-fingered, pink-clad man narrowed his eyes.
The phoenix!
That was right. Gu Hai played “A Hundred Birds’ Homage to the Phoenix.” Although the name did not seem special, practically everyone in Earth’s China had heard it before. This was a piece that everyone remembered by heart. It had been passed down for centuries on Earth without disappearing. People played this piece during weddings and joyous occasions. It would always be this piece, undergoing countless reiterations and improvements, a piece that had never died off for a millennium.
[TL Note: “A Hundred Birds’ Homage to the Phoenix” is a Chinese piece originally written as a solo suona piece but later altered to add in other instruments. It started as folk music. Here is a Youtube link to one version of it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYVpqlf6Cmg.]
Although it was a piece of folk music, it had lasted for centuries, so it had to have its unique points.
As Gu Hai blew the suona, his heart still pounded. However, as Yun Mo started playing, Gu Hai started to relax. Indeed, this piece works.
“You bastards, why did you stop?! Keep playing! Destroy Gu Hai!” Feng Tonglao yelled furiously as he glared.
The Supreme Ascendant Dao’s zitherists played quickly.
Caw! Caw!
Loud, savage cries rang out all over the place. Many ferocious birds ch
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