The Poem of Wind Speech: An Accord with the Huan Yin Clan
Pale Continent, Gemstone Grassland.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Seven silver-blue streaks formed a flock of geese, cutting through the amber sky and drawing smooth, intersecting arcs across the endless green fields.
At this moment, they swooped down, sweeping across the sea of grass and creating layers of green waves, making a "rustling" sound like the tide.
It then rose up, roaring through the sky.
The camera suddenly zooms in.
The lead goose is positioned by a graceful and streamlined "sky ray," whose large, translucent wing membranes refract a dreamy halo of ice blue and pale purple in the sunlight. It glides silently, like a giant crystal petal lifted by the wind.
A figure stood on its back.
Her long, light blue hair was loose, flowing freely behind her like a waterfall, and her light robe embroidered with flowing cloud patterns billowed in the wind.
On either side, six smaller "Sky Rays" spread their long wings and wove a flowing array around him, turning, climbing, and diving according to his will. The air currents cut by their wingtips left fleeting white trails in the sunlight, like impromptu calligraphy with the sky as the curtain and the wind as the brush.
At this moment, the player's gaze was focused on the video link in the upper left corner.
In the scene, a middle-aged man with a similar appearance is enjoying a meal on the beach, carrying a large sword on his back, and sitting next to him is a beautiful woman from the Light Spirit Clan.
The middle-aged gamer took a bite of the grilled fish, squinted his eyes contentedly, smiled at the woman beside him, and then turned to the screen. "Look at this sea, these fish, this life—tsk, so comfortable. The environment is so good now, every household has Game Pod, lying inside is like having your own little world. Unlike back then—"
The middle-aged player clicked his tongue, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "Back when the Moon Eclipse Clan hadn't yet supported our Light Spirit Clan, our city was home to over a dozen races. There were a lot of conflicts between the races when they first met, and the internet was a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. Your dad was poor back then, didn't have his own gaming equipment, so he had to squeeze into arcades to go online, wearing one of those old-fashioned headsets." He gestured. "Goodness, people in the arcades were constantly hurling insults at each other; my ears were practically exploding."
His mother chuckled and shook her head, wiping the sauce from the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man got more and more excited as he spoke, "Once, I was playing the Dark Mine dungeon in the game room, and the guy sitting next to me was a Breakthrough Clan. He had a temper as explosive as a powder keg. I don't know why, but he got into a fight with another player in the game. His vocabulary was really rich and his creativity was amazing. I was listening with my headphones on and laughing the whole time."
"And guess what? The censorship system embedded in the helmet detected my use of offensive language and banned my account in a flash."
He shrugged. "For a whole month, my appeals were useless. Even though I didn't say anything, they accused me of inciting racial conflict." Back then, I was supporting my family by Bricklayer. A month-long account ban was like a death sentence. I almost starved to death in my rented room.
The father sighed, gazing at the distant sea, and lamented, "Looking back now, it was both foolish and tragic. Fortunately, the Moon Eclipse Clan helped us gain a foothold, our technology improved, and the conflicts between the various races lessened, which is why this broken harmony system was canceled—alas, it's all tears of a bygone era."
In the video, his mother gently pats his shoulder, her eyes filled with a smile.
On the back of the sky, the young man with light blue hair listened to his father's endless chatter and couldn't help but rub his forehead.
Seeing that his father was about to continue recounting the past, he quickly interrupted, "Alright, Dad, we've told you all those old stories already. You two continue your romantic beach time; I have work to do here."
"Hey, you little rascal." The father was about to say something more when the young man decisively ended the connection.
Suddenly, all that remained in my ears was the whistling wind and the soft whistling of the wing membranes Breaking the Void.
The young man's right arm stretched out at this moment, like a conductor taking a starting position, with his index and middle fingers together, and he made a slight gesture to the left front.
To the side and rear, the two "Sky" flapped their wings and glided sideways, drawing two perfect tangent lines and cutting into the predetermined airflow channel.
With his Left Hand palm facing down, he gently pressed down on his side, and the flight altitude of the other three Sky Rays instantly dropped by half a body length, their wingtips almost touching the surging waves of grass below, creating even more violent green waves.
Each subsequent change in gesture precisely matched the shifts in wind strength, correcting the sounds emitted by the geese and weaving them into a melody full of rhythmic beauty.
The wind swept past his long, pointed earlobes, carrying a complex mixture of the scent of distant snow-capped mountains, the fragrance of nearby vegetation, and the thin, pure chill of the high altitude into his ears.
His emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he intently "read" the three-dimensional musical score before him, drawn by wind, light, shadow, and the trajectory of life.
At this moment, he is the freest note in this vast world, playing a grand symphony with his mount, the wind, the light, and nature.
"Done!"
After recording the natural sounds, Wind Speech listened to them again.
After confirming there were no problems, he named it "Morning Breeze Passing Through: Gemstone Grassland Chapter" and uploaded it to the group chat: Poem of the Land Yi Wild Material Library.
Having finished his work, Wind Speech stretched on the back of the Sky Ray, then took out a translucent white jade box from his Spatial Inventory. Inside were four balls of spirit rice wrapped in the fragrance of grass and leaves, which was the breakfast he had prepared that morning.
Grab a dumpling and put it in your mouth; its sweet and refreshing flavor melts on your tongue.
Wind Speech sat down naturally, her back resting lightly against the cool wing bone of the sky. The light casually swept across the boundless green below, and her thoughts drifted into the distance.
His game ID is Wind Speech, a veteran player who has been in the Monster World for four years.
Before entering the game, he was a member of the "Light Spirit Clan," a small, remote tribe on Earth.
Pointed ears, blue eyes, and light blue hair are unique characteristics of their ethnic group.
Four years ago at this time, he only had an old Game Pod, and he spent his time repeatedly going through the same tedious process of farming gold, collecting materials, and reselling equipment in different games.
Life at that time was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
Like other small tribes, making a living by Bricklayer is the norm. He spends his days grinding in various low-level dungeons to farm equipment and accumulate gold coins, all to obtain the survival resources needed by his tribe.
Although the elders of the tribe often boasted that the Light Spirit Clan once had a glorious past, and that they were a race that controlled the power of music, with notes that could draw spiritual veins and melodies that could control all things, after migrating to Earth, the passage of time took away their heritage, and the power in their bloodline had long been forgotten, leaving only a deep-seated love for music, which cannot be eaten.
Their performance requires inspiration, which the Earth's environment is simply not suited to.
Upon arriving on Earth, they didn't even have a reliable means of making a living.
The various resources they brought to Earth have long been depleted by the previous generations, leaving their generation to fend for themselves.
In his father's words. "Our generation is blessed. Our ancestors specially brought the flame of civilization to Earth to play games and Bricklayer. Your father has been moving bricks for decades, you Relay over, and your next generation will continue to move bricks. We all have a happy future."
Endless Bricklayer is a future that the new generation of the Light Spirit Clan is unwilling to accept, yet cannot escape.
So-called musical talent is nothing more than a trivial embellishment in a weary life.
His life took a turn for the better when he entered the Monster World. At the time, player qualifications were extremely difficult to obtain, and he had no hope. However, he unexpectedly struck it rich and obtained the key to rewrite his life.
The moment you step into the Monster World, the pressures of real life vanish.
The price of Sacrificial Power changes daily, Moon Eclipse Clan buys it indefinitely, so there's no worry about supply. You can easily solve your survival problem by just playing around every day.
Wind Speech once thought that the so-called "games rewrite lives" was an exaggerated discussion.
Until he discovered that the "Sacrificial Power" points in his account, which were steadily increasing every day, had turned into a hard currency that was more stable than real money.
Real money can only buy food, shelter, some daily necessities, and living space.
However, on Earth, a stage where resources are increasingly scarce and the strength of races is almost fixed, many truly precious things, such as health, life-extending technology, pure and unpolluted food, cutting-edge knowledge in specific fields, and even rare quotas allocated by the "upper realm," are simply not areas that can be accessed with money alone. Ordinary people can't even get their hands on them.
But Sacrificial Power is possible.
The Moon Eclipse Clan's exchange points on Earth are inexhaustibly acquiring the Sacrificial Power that players bring from the Monster World.
As the Player Camp grows and the resources of the Monster World are explored more deeply, the value of Sacrificial Power has steadily increased and has never declined.
It transcends the barriers of real-world currency and becomes a value anchor connecting the two worlds.
He no longer needs to worry about next month's rent, because he used his accumulated Sacrificial Power to directly exchange for long-term residency rights in the "Ecological Dome" community for his family and himself. The air there has undergone multiple Purification, the water source comes from deep glaciers, and everything is optimally configured.
It is far superior to his previous poorly made "pigeon cage".
He no longer needs to worry about his parents' health.
A single "deep cell repair treatment" costs enough to bankrupt an ordinary family and require them to wait in line for ten years, but he only used the Sacrificial Power he earned in one month to arrange it for both his parents.
Seeing my parents' medical check-up reports showing that all their indicators had returned to normal, I felt a sense of peace I had never experienced before.
When he first gained player status, his old survival instincts still pulled him along, and he chose a magic-based Monster Soul without hesitation at the start.
The view is that the ultimate output and AoE damage of magic-based classes mean faster monster-killing efficiency and faster Sacrificial Power, which is no different from the old Bricklayer logic.
With a bit of talent and hard work, he even managed to squeeze into the early exploration team of the Starry Sky Guild.
Until one day, while browsing Forum, he clicked on Explorer's travel video collection.
These videos contain no fierce battles, only Like a Dream light and shadow, the thunderous waterfall of the Colorful Mist Coast, and the desolate silhouette of the Asparagus Ruins stretched long in the sunset—every edited piece of beautiful scenery strikes his soul.
At that moment, he stared at the screen, speechless for a long time.
It felt as if something long dormant within my blood had been gently stirred.
He recalled his childhood, when his grandfather would stroke a leaf-shaped musical instrument with his withered fingers, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.
At the time, he didn't understand; he just thought that Lao Deng always liked to ramble on about useless old almanacs.
Times have changed; this stuff can't be exchanged for food anymore.
Now, he suddenly understood a little.
This led to an idea: since life is already stress-free, why continue to confine oneself to a cage called "efficiency"?
After a strong impulse and struggle, he made his choice.
He left the Starry Sky Guild, ignored his friends' advice, and Sacrificial Power to gradually dismantle the "Navigation Archmage" Star Vein System that he had painstakingly built up.
He abandoned the violent gameplay and chose the "Pet Stream" approach, which focuses more on interaction with nature.
They replaced the core Monster Soul with Control Monster Soul that could establish a connection with monsters, and spent a lot of time catching and training various monsters in the wild.
He couldn't remember how many pets he had eliminated, but he was lucky enough to acquire a Soul Beast in the end. The Sky Ray beneath him was a transformation of that Soul Beast.
From then on, his gaming career took a completely different turn.
He became a pure Exploration Party player.
His combat abilities plummeted during this period, but he had never been so happy.
They truly lived for themselves.
He traveled to many places, riding the Sky Ray.
Gliding across the vast, rolling grasslands of the Cuckoo Grassland, listening to the ever-changing rustling sounds of the wind passing through blades of grass at different heights and densities, I've also ventured deep into the ancient forests of the Sen Luo Lin Realm, recording the solitary cries of black owls courting their mates and the soft, popping sounds of fungi bursting in the stillness. I've lurked along the banks of scorching lava rivers, capturing the muffled Roar of bubbling magma and the crisp cracking sounds of cooling rock shells splitting open—each recording is a brand new creation, a primal dialogue with this world.
Each time he finishes recording, he uses a self-made plugin to compose the music, adds random shots, and creates a short travel video.
In the early stages, the number of clicks was low, and the tips were few, so the income was far less than when I was a mage and could easily clear a dungeon back in the day.
As the number of clicks increased, something unexpected happened.
The only person I'm particularly following on my list, "Coward," sent me a friend request, inviting me to join the Poem of the Land team.
At that moment, he agreed without hesitation.
He knew that he and the Explorer were kindred spirits.
Today, he is a key figure in the Poem of the Land team, having created background music for 328 scenes.
These days are free and happy.
He and his like-minded friends made a pact to work together in the future to contribute to the Poem of the Land" project, vowing to compose unique musical compositions for every inch of the Monster World, so that every player Exploration Party can travel to distant places with the melody, and so that even the most neglected corners can be elevated by the beautiful tune.
Wind Speech raised his hand and gently stroked the cool wing membrane of the Sky Ray. The little guy seemed to sense it and gently rubbed against his palm.
The sweet taste of the rice dumplings in my mouth seeped into my heart.
He leaned back, supporting his upper body with his arms, gazing up at the layered clouds in the azure sky, which were stretched into wispy shapes by the wind at high altitude, feeling the subtle vibrations transmitted by the steady flight of the Sky Ray.
The sounds of wind, wings Breaking the Void, the faint sound of melting snow from distant mountains, and the low growls of unknown wild beasts deep in the grasslands below—all these intertwined and, in his keen Perception, automatically composed a harmonious background melody.
This is life.
Or rather, this is the future he has always longed for deep in his blood.
A slight smile appeared on his lips as he cast his own light back onto the endless sea of grass and the horizon.
Sensing his thoughts, the Sky Rays turned sideways in unison, forming a formation and speeding away towards the rising sun, casting seven slender, rapidly gliding shadows across the Gemstone Grassland.
Just as Wind Speech was enjoying this tranquility and freedom, her thoughts drifting freely with the gliding stingray, her contact list flashed, showing that an email had been added to her inbox.
He zoomed in on the interface with slight surprise, and the sender's name was clearly displayed:
[Gold Coin Merchant Association - Yuezhou]
Wind Speech raised an eyebrow slightly.
The Gold Coin Merchant Association enjoys a very high reputation among players, and its leader, "Receive Sacrificial Power," is a legendary player. However, he is an Exploration Party focuses on local Poem of the Land and rarely participates in mainstream resource competition or commercial activities, and has no connection with these top forces.
Filled with curiosity, he opened the letter.
[Dear Mr. Wind Speech, we apologize for disturbing you, but we have carefully studied the 328 background music works and related materials you released in the Poem of the Land team, especially representative works such as "Dynamic Soundscape System of the Sen Luo Lin Realm" and "Eternal Stillness Ice Lake - Aurora Variation". We believe that you are currently the most suitable candidate to participate in the "Phantom Sound Poem" cracking project.]
The project aims to decipher the Prayer Platform Altar by the lost Huan Yin Clan, on the spine of the Ninth-Gen Primal Definition, and unlock the long-sealed subspace treasure trove within the Definition's mouth. The project involves reproducing complex musical codes and requires extremely high musical talent.
We have noticed that you possess top-notch acquisition and arrangement skills, which are exactly the kind of talent we urgently need to decipher the key to the Altar's musical scale.
We are now formally inviting you to join the "Phantom Poems" project team as an executive member.
The project will be fully funded by the Gold Coin Merchant Association, with a professional Detailed Study Faction team providing comprehensive historical and music theory support.
You will receive a generous reward upon successful cracking.
Furthermore, opening the treasure vault itself has immeasurable value in filling in the history of civilization in the Monster World and enriching the cultural assets of players.
I sincerely hope you will consider this invitation.
If you are interested, we can discuss this in detail via private message.
Respectfully submitted by Yuezhou, Special Projects Team, One Gold Coin Merchant Association.
Below the letter are links to two documents.
Wind Speech quickly finished browsing, her emerald eyes gleaming.
Deciphering the ancient musical codes? Recreating the incantations of the Huan Yin Clan? Resonating with the pulsating rules that Definition this Ninth-Gen Primal?
He found the project very interesting.
After a moment's thought, he decided to accept the invitation.
Poem of the Land's work is not a nine-to-five job; he has plenty of free time to participate in this project.
Perhaps this project can help him give back to the creation of his Poem of the Land.
After all, the Huan Yin Clan is very likely the background civilization created by the Moon Eclipse Clan based on their Light Spirit Clan, just like the Green Source Clan background was created based on the Greenwood Clan.
The legacy of the Huan Yin Clan might contain the creative tools he needs, even musical instruments would do.
Although he wasn't sure how he could be of any help, the Gold Coin Merchant Association must have had their reasons for contacting him.
With a slight smile, Wind Speech replied to the email without much hesitation, "Mr. Yuezhou, thank you for the Chamber of Commerce's appreciation and invitation. I am very interested in the Illusionary Poems project and am willing to participate."
send.
The reply instantly changed to "read," and immediately afterward, Yuezhou sent a friend request.
After clicking "Apply", a dialog box will pop up.
"We look forward to your arrival. We are currently building a team at Dream Island, and you are welcome to come anytime."
Wind Speech closed the chat interface, reached out and patted the sky's neck, conveying his thoughts.
The formation of seven Sky Rays changed its formation once more, traversing a huge arc, adjusting its direction, no longer lingering on the morning breeze and waves of grass of the Gemstone Grassland, and sped off like an arrow toward the nearest Teleportation Array array.
The wing membrane broke through the clouds, and sunlight streamed and danced across its ice-blue and pale purple surface.
Wind Speech stood on the back of the ray, her clothes fluttering, her long, pale blue hair trailing behind her like a streak of Liu Guang.
A flock of silver-blue geese pierced the daylight, carrying him toward an unknown symphony composed by a lost civilization, staged by the Gold Coin Merchant Association.