The Birth of the King of Entertainment! The Primordial World's First Concert!
The underworld, by the Bridge of Helplessness.
Lin Shen was squatting in front of his sand table, idly poking at the little figures inside.
On the sand table, there is the real-time light and shadow of the Metaverse.
Since his handpicked "default ringtone" was forcibly implemented, the entire underworld and even the Metaverse have been plunged into a mesmerizing frenzy of music called "Little Apple".
At first, Lin Shen thought it was quite fun.
Watching those usually fierce and menacing Ghost Messenger, the icy Ghost King, and even some powerful avatars, suddenly interrupted by this song while handling their official duties, their expressions instantly cracking, is more interesting than watching a play.
But after a while, even he himself got sick of hearing it.
"Empress Nuwa, they don't seem to like the song I chose."
Lin Shen pouted, looking at Nuwa beside her with a somewhat aggrieved expression.
Nuwa Sage's Heart gently and ruffled his hair. "You'll get tired of a song after listening to it a thousand times. Look, haven't some people already started figuring out their own solutions?"
With a light tap of her delicate hand, the image on the sand table instantly zoomed in, focusing on a corner of the Suiren Shi Tribe.
A young man named "Yin" was scratching his hair in frustration.
He disliked hunting and building houses.
His only hobby was listening to the sounds of all things in the world: the wind, the rain, the birdsong, the insect chirps...
For him, the song "Little Apple" on repeat was nothing short of the most agonizing torture, tormenting his keen hearing day and night.
"It's so noisy! What the hell is that?!"
Yin finally couldn't bear it any longer. She picked up the crystal-clear "identity card" and, with a determined spirit, stabbed it into it!
He needs to find the source of the sound and crush it!
However, the anticipated breakage did not occur.
When his spiritual power touched the "musical rune" personally engraved by the Yuanshi Tianzun Venerable, the whole world changed.
His Divine Soul seemed to have fallen into a vast sea of stars.
The melody of "Little Apple" is no longer jarring noise, but rather a series of shimmering, tangible "strings of light"!
Yin was stunned.
As if possessed, he stretched out a finger formed from his spiritual power and gently flicked one of them.
"Bite..."
A sound rang out, clear and pure, like the first drop of dew in the morning, sliding from the tip of a leaf and dripping onto the bluestone in the mountain stream.
The restlessness within him was largely washed away by that one sound.
He then tried to pluck another, thicker one.
"Thump..."
A muffled thud, powerful and deep, like the heartbeat of the earth, carrying the pulse of antiquity.
He was completely obsessed with the sound.
He forgot everything around him, immersing himself completely in this ocean of musical notes.
He began clumsily to weave the sounds from his memory into these strings of light.
He wove the howling wind through the valley into a long, lingering backdrop.
He composed the dense torrential rain crashing against the earth into a rapid drumbeat.
He transformed the cheers and laughter of his tribesmen returning from the hunt and sharing food around the campfire into the most uplifting chapter of the melody.
A brand new melody, never before heard in the world, flowed slowly from his fingertips.
That melody lacked the straightforward cheerfulness of "Little Apple".
It's rough and primitive.
Yet it also carries a powerful vitality, a spirit of breaking free from constraints and growing towards the sun.
The melody evokes the fearlessness of our ancestors chasing wild beasts in thunderstorms.
The joy of a member of the tribe lighting the first bonfire.
There is the sweat shed while building a home, and even more so, the courage and spirit of exploration deeply ingrained in our blood when facing the unknown.
As the last note fades.
Yin was surrounded by her clansmen, who had been there for some time.
The flickering light of the campfire illuminated every face—a face filled with awe, rapture, and even tears.
In this melody, they heard their own stories, and the epic of their entire tribe.
"One more!"
"My God! This sound... it smells even better than the most delicious grilled fish I've ever eaten!"
In the crowd, a burly man excitedly threw the Lin Shen Coin he had just received, which he hadn't even had a chance to warm up yet, forcefully at Yin's feet.
"Here's some music for you!"
Jingle bells!
As if a switch had been flipped, countless glittering Lin Shen Coin, like rain, instantly piled up into a small mountain in front of Yin.
Yin was stunned.
He looked at the coins scattered on the ground, and then at the heartfelt worship and longing in his people.
He discovered for the first time that a "pleasant voice" could also earn him food and respect.
A thought began to grow wildly in his mind.
Lin Shen stared wide-eyed at the sand table.
"Wow! Empress Nuwa, look! He changed my song! And he made so much money!"
Lin Shen clapped his hands excitedly, feeling as if he had discovered another earth-shattering secret.
Who knew songs could be "played" with like this!
Meanwhile, in the Metaverse...
With his first pot of gold, Yin found Youchao Shi's construction team and placed an order that puzzled everyone.
"I want a platform, a very, very tall platform! So that everyone in the tribe can see me!"
Thus, in the central square of the tribe, the first "stage" in the Primordial World, built of giant logs, rose from the ground.
As night falls, the beams of light from the campfire illuminate the stage.
Yin and his companions, who were also sensitive to sound, stepped onto the wooden barrels covered with animal hides and wooden bows taut with animal sinews.
In the history of the Primordial World human race, the first "concert" has begun.
That primitive, rugged yet vibrant music swept through the entire tribe like a storm!
Tens of thousands of people went from listening to swaying to completely embracing the festivities!
They threw everything in their hands— Lin Shen Coin, roasted meat, stone axes, animal hides—with all their might onto the stage!
The entire Metaverse seemed to tremble violently in this pure musical frenzy!
The Underworld, Biyou Palace.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu was so bored that he was using the Immortal Slaying Sword Qi to trim his nails, and the song "Little Apple" playing on repeat in his ears made him feel like his sword heart was about to collapse.
Just then...
A completely new "Daoist rhythm," brimming with primal wildness and creativity, forcefully pierced through the barriers of the Metaverse and struck his Sage's Heart!
The Tongtian Jiaozhu stopped trimming his nails.
His divine eyes instantly pierced through the void, locking onto the simple stage and the young man with his eyes closed, completely immersed in the music.
He saw it!
That's not just simple music!
It is a completely new "Tao" that can resonate directly with the souls of all things and ignite the primal passions of all beings!
A brand new path, no less powerful than his swordsmanship!
"Wonderful! Wonderful! This thing... is much more interesting than practicing swordsmanship alone!"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu slapped his thigh in excitement, feeling his playful spirit, which had been dormant for billions of years, finally ignited!
But then his gaze fell on the crude musical instruments and the simple stage, and the Sage's face was filled with disdain.
"No way! This is too shabby! How can such a grand path be supported by such trash? This is an insult to music!"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu could no longer sit still.
With a single step, his divine sense descended upon the Metaverse, and his voice resounded directly within Yin's Divine Soul, domineering yet possessing an irresistible Magic Power.
"Boy! Do you want your voice to resound throughout the Three Realms and spread throughout the Primordial World?"
"I hereby accept you as my disciple! From this day forward, I am your... producer!"