Chapter 438

On the screen behind the Ruthless Empress was a bright white full moon.

Dressed in white as snow, she stood in front of the full moon, adding a bit of immortal aura.

She nodded to the live band.

Subsequently.

The song's prelude sounded.

Drums, chords, and vocals appeared alternately, rising and falling.

An artistic conception of a vast earth and dark night sky was instantly displayed, giving a feeling of magnificence and grandeur.

Immediately after.

The prelude disappeared all at once, and the accompaniment was left with only the guzheng and guqin, highlighting the word "quiet" overall.

This compositional technique of switching from magnificent to extremely quiet in an instant was extremely stunning.

One could see many judges in the professional jury showing shock.

At the same time.

The Ruthless Empress picked up the microphone, and her ethereal singing voice instantly echoed throughout the studio.

Her voice, through various electronic devices, also sounded in the ears of the audience at this very moment.

"Left hand holds the earth, right hand holds the sky

The palm lines crack with lightning from ten directions

Taking time, hurriedly exchanged for years

Three thousand worlds, as if never seen..."

The ethereal singing voice was like a misty immortal sound coming down from the nine heavens, as if a fairy from the nine heavens was singing.

In an instant, countless audience members felt their scalps go numb, and goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.

"Holy crap!"

"This singing voice... these lyrics!!!!"

"Front row reminder, please protect your crown!"

"The voice is so ethereal, the Ruthless 04 Empress is another kind of voice!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah, it sounds so good!"

"Not high notes, but it sounds so good it explodes!"

"I've already exploded!"

"Listened until I'm wet!"

"..."

Just the first four lines, the bullet comments were already crazy.

Coupled with the unprofessional empathy talent.

Many people actually heard traces of Zen in the singing.

In fact.

"Left Finger Points to the Moon" is inherently a song with quite a bit of Zen; the "pointing to the moon" in it doesn't mean literally pointing at the moon.

"Pointing to the moon" in Zen Buddhism refers to "pointing directly to the human heart."

The singing continued.

"Left hand picking a flower, right hand dancing a sword

Snow falls on the brow for ten thousand years..."

Again, extremely beautiful lyrics.

Again, an ethereal singing voice.

Countless audience members showed expressions of enjoyment; this top-tier audiovisual feast felt truly wonderful.

Not willing to miss even a second.

And musicians who understood lyrics were shocked, showing horror.

Picking a flower, Buddhist language!

Represents the religious and spiritual world!

Dancing a sword, represents force and secular power!

A woman in white as snow picking a flower with her left hand and dancing a sword with her right... this is an incredibly beautiful scene, yet extremely dominant.

—Wanting to grasp both spirit and body in her hands!

Snow falls on the brow for ten thousand years...

Also an extreme contrast!

How can snow fall on a small brow for ten thousand years? It seems incongruous, but in fact, a specific writing style was used, instantly making the pattern of this lyric line extremely large.

A magnificent feeling erupted again.

The difference is that before it was the accompaniment, this time it appeared in the lyrics.

Paired with the extremely quiet accompaniment, it's perfect.

But at this moment, an extremely smooth but high-pitched singing voice sounded.

"A drop of tear, ah ah ah."

"That is me, ah ah ah."

The Ruthless Empress closed her eyes and sang to her heart's content, her clear and ethereal high-pitched singing voice echoing continuously in the venue.

Vibrato was displayed in the high notes.

Vibrating the audience's hearts and souls.

At the same time, this moment.

The stage effect was also burning.

Layers of blue ripples were seen under the feet of the Ruthless Empress, who was dressed in white as snow.

In the air, special effects appeared.

Blue butterflies circled the stage, sometimes fluttering around the Ruthless Empress.

Extremely beautiful!

"I'm gone!"

"The crown has been blown off!"

"Ah! I died from this vibrato!"

"High notes, the Ruthless One also sang high notes!"

"Like a lark, what kind of fairy voice is this! Loved it loved it!"

"Hard work for the fairy to descend to earth!"

"If these high notes were live, I'm afraid the whole Jin Ling could hear them!"

"It sounds so good, holy crap!"

"Kneeling down."

"I don't even dare to turn up the volume!"

"..."

The bullet comments scrolled across the screen again in an instant.