"Holy crap! Holy crap! It's so beautiful it makes me cry!"

"Wow, Juejuezi! He's so handsome!"

"It wasn't a power outage after all; it was a staged performance he deliberately planned!"

"My ideal man!"...

Looking at Wang Yueheng, who suddenly stood on the clouds, seemingly within reach of the full moon.

The previously panicked faces of the audience once again showed expressions of admiration and reverence.

At this moment, Wang Yueheng, standing proudly atop Changbai Mountain and looking down at everyone, is the ultimate singing god in the hearts of all his fans!

"Fortunately, it didn't affect the performance..."

Seeing that nothing unexpected had happened, Zheng Shuangmei, who had just stood up out of nervousness, felt a huge weight lifted from her heart.

In the instant the power went out, she immediately realized that it must be that professor from the board of trustees who was behind it.

But what happened next was completely beyond her expectations.

"It has the most solitary snow-capped mountains."

"I have listened quietly to your and my recitations."

"The scenes that amaze the world are nothing special..."

Inside the dimly lit auditorium, where shadowy figures mingled.

The powerful vocals continued to emanate from the stage.

The towering, snow-capped peaks seemed to become a loyal listener, quietly observing.

The thrilling scenes that unfolded during the tomb exploration once again flashed before everyone's eyes.

Zhang Qiling, this taciturn yet incredibly resolute man, has always carried the heavy burden of a mysterious past.

He kept searching, just to find out who he was.

The hardships and confusion along the way never stopped him from moving forward.

Even the most amazing storylines pale in comparison to his experiences.

Amidst the high-pitched singing, goosebumps rose one after another from the audience.

"The path to light is fraught with peril."

"The road ahead may also be clear and open."

"Light fills up the broken world"

"No need to measure it~"

"Click~"

The next moment.

The lights came back on.

The soft lighting illuminated the shocked yet deeply moved faces of the people present.

The rugged road between the snow-capped mountains is reflected in the water.

Drive away the barbed, ugly, and grotesque...

"What...what's going on?"

Alex, the white man in charge of operating the stage equipment.

Staring blankly at the stage lights that were completely out of his control, he was gripped by immense panic.

I clearly just cut off the power, so how can the performance still be running normally?

Could it be that Wang Yueheng has truly summoned the power of the ghosts and monsters from the ancient tomb into reality?

"Hey Alex, that scene of the lights being turned off and the moon rising was absolutely fantastic! Absolutely amazing!"

"You didn't rehearse with Wang Yueheng and the others beforehand, did you?"

A blonde female teacher walked over and sincerely praised the white electrician.

"No, no, no, it's just a coincidence..."

Alex quickly shook his head in denial.

His gaze then turned toward the stage.

When I saw the murderous look in the eyes of Elmano, a senior member of the school board, I felt a chill run down my spine.

When he placed his hand on the power switch again, intending to cut off the power once more.

A cold, black alloy rod suddenly appeared in his hand.

An indescribable chill instantly spread from the palm of my hand to my entire body.

Alex was startled and turned to look.

A black-haired man wearing sunglasses stared at him coldly, expressionless: "Dare to cause trouble again, and you'll die."

...

"Look at your calculations of impermanence."

"And the hesitation you felt when you came."

"I'll finally have the courage to stand alone."

"Human life is absurd..."