"Conquest" rang across Wuyi Mountain on an endless loop. The singer poured so much feeling into it that anyone could imagine how passionately he had performed it.
It was practically brainwashing everyone.
Meng Chuan's verdict on Chu Feng's rendition of "Conquest" was: a Soul Song God whose evolution had kept him from his true calling.
"What kind of painting do you think Little Feng will create?" Monster paused the music and asked Meng Chuan.
"I know, but I don't want to tell you." Meng Chuan shook his head.
"..."
Do you realize you're being a little mischievous, old man?
After this Evolution Mission, Yaoyao mostly believed that Meng Chuan had known her ancestor.
Which raised a question: just how many years had Meng Chuan lived?
Earlier, while the brainwashing song was playing on repeat, Yaoyao had asked him.
Meng Chuan had answered without hesitation:
"Eighteen this year."
Monster had rolled her eyes at that. If he was the same age as her, hadn't she gotten the short end of the stick by calling him uncle?
Birds of a feather flocked together...
"The painting I created back then was the Boundless Starry Sky Painting. Countless stars dotted the Dark Void, which served as its canvas, while creatures of every kind roamed among them."
Monster's painting had undoubtedly been among the very best. Even the paintings some Heaven-Reflecting Ones had created in the Xiaoyao Realm could not compare.
Such was the foundation and talent of the one who had once been Number One Under the Starry Sky.
Not every Heaven-Reflecting One had been called Number One Under the Starry Sky in their youth.
But without exception, every Heavenly Prodigy given the title Number One Under the Starry Sky became one of the Starry Sky's mightiest—provided they did not die young.
And Yaoyao