Music was a wondrous art form. It could express people's imaginations, give voice to their feelings, and stir their emotions.
In our ordinary lives, listening to music was a hobby. After a breakup, we listened to sad love songs; when happy, we went to karaoke and sang our hearts out. Stirring background music in a film or television show could fire us up, or we might play a DJ track while tired behind the wheel to lift our spirits and fight fatigue.
As the "Record of Music" in the Book of Rites stated: "All sounds arise from the human heart. The heart is moved by external things; stirred by them, it gives expression through sound."
And now, surrounded by the entire venue singing in unison, Chen Jue had his emotions stirred by those voices.
Chen Jue had always been sensitive and introverted. Now that he had formed his Elixir and awakened Heavenly Sensitivity, he could perceive other people's spiritual will. After humming along for only a few lines, he felt as though he could see those momentous years when everyone was like a dragon.
Those years seemed to carry an irresistible tide, a wave of hot-blooded passion that charged ever forward.
Compared with the fervent era of billowing red flags he had previously sensed in Lin Yuanchao, the emotion in this song was even stronger. Chen Jue wished he could take his panel back to that era and experience this indescribable feeling for himself.
"Dragons battle in the wilds, their blood black and yellow!"
"This is the voice of all the people of that era!"
"Hidden in this song is power invincible beneath heaven!"
Chen Jue stared at the flag that had reached the top of the pole and could not help letting out a long inward sigh. Even after