The entire Music Wind Ceremony was like a grand vocal performance.
The sounds of heaven and earth gathered once more, playing in unison without the slightest disorder.
Every musician was a performer upon this stage.
And at this moment, Tian Ying was the most eye-catching of them all.
Prince Changqin listened to her insights and watched the piece she played.
With a sweep of his hand, a zither shaped like a qin yet bearing fifty strings appeared before him.
His fingers flicked the strings, and resonant, humming notes arose as a magnificent composition flowed forth.
Three five-colored birds flew out from Zhurong Hall behind the plaza, dancing gracefully around him and crying out in long, lilting calls.
A single Heavenly Sound Ballad encompassed the creation of heaven and earth, the myriad phenomena of the world—it was the greatest achievement of this ceremony.
Whenever he performed a piece created during this ceremony, the musician who had composed it could share his heart and feelings, sensing his understanding of the Music Wind Score.
Then they would take up their instruments and harmonize with him.
For a time, the musicians in the plaza no longer played separately.
Instead, with Prince Changqin at the lead, they performed a grand ensemble under his direction.
At this time, Tian Ying's understanding of the Music Wind Score also deepened further, notes cascading from the Heavenly Sound Nine Swords like a waterfall.
Seeing this, Ling Qing raised his round radiance like a bright moon, no longer confining it to shining upon Tian Ying alone.
The bright moon's radiance spilled across the entire plaza, level with the Music Wind Score upon the altar.
This spiritual radiance was a precious light born of the intermingling spiritual sentiments of all things, capable of manifesting the principles of all creation.
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