Hundreds of millions of people in the entire civilization were made into a drum by the four-eyed giant face, gathering all the suffering, anger, hatred, and pain.
Therefore, if you want to beat this drum, you must be strong enough to withstand the impact of the entire civilization consciousness.
Not to mention Tiejian Luomo and others, even the Four-Eyed Giant Face would not dare to try this easily.
He was determined that the four of them couldn't make it, so he came out to show off.
Chen An didn't respond at all. He continued to beat the drum, making a continuous sound that made people's scalps tingle.
The people at the scene felt uncomfortable listening to it, and the passengers far away on the train felt uncomfortable too.
Many people couldn't accept it and quickly turned off their watches, some insisted on listening, and some had a blank expression, expressing curiosity about the pain of those around them.
"Is it that uncomfortable? I don't feel anything unusual."
"I feel like my nerves are going to explode. I just can't bear to listen to it anymore."
"It's over. Boss, I can't get through this. This isn't music at all. It's noise."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. The conductor is just trying to adapt to the rhythm of the drums, so it's unpleasant. And haven't you noticed that these sounds are striking at our spiritual chords? Listening to them more often will be beneficial."
"I'm from the Illusion Clan. What the friend above said is correct. The more pain you feel, the more sensitive your spiritual strings are to sound. You deserve to not cherish such a good opportunity and not become stronger."
After learning the reason, many people forced themselves to continue listening and gradually got better.
And as time went by, Chen An's performance no longer made people's scalps tingle, and gradually became harmonious.
When it reaches a certain critical point, this melody becomes particularly captivating and leaves people with endless aftertaste.
The three people behind Chen An felt it the most. They seemed to have seen the original appearance of civilization, which was constantly recurring in the melody.
The four-eyed giant face in the sky was the most intoxicated. This was the melody he had been pursuing, and it was also the reason why he used the entire civilization to make musical instruments.
After about ten minutes, the sound stopped abruptly.
Chen An stopped and gasped for breath. He had consumed too much energy.
The weight of an entire civilization is not so easy to bear. If it were someone else, they would have been crushed long ago.
"Did I pass?" Chen An looked up.
Four Eyes replied, "It's still early in the test, but you've passed this instrument. Honestly, if you can play this instrument perfectly, let alone other instruments, I'll grant you a pass on the first level."
Chen An asked with a smile: "You still want me to surrender?"
"No, I respect your choice. I hope you don't die. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to have a competition with you."
After saying that, the giant face disappeared, no longer interested in the following content.
"Old Chen, that's awesome!"
Tiekan gave a thumbs up in praise. He ran to Sora again and asked Chen An how he did it.
Seeing that the other two were also interested, Chen An said: "It's very simple, as long as your spirit is strong enough to withstand the pressure of hundreds of millions of lives."
Blade complained, "You call this easy? Physical strength and mental strength are two different things. I can't do that anyway."
Romo's eyes were a little depressed, and he also walked to Sora's side to sense him. His face looked fine at first, but it became uglier and uglier later.
"Such a heavy pressure, as if the whole world is stuffed into my head. Chen An, your spirit is so strong that it surprises me, no, it horrifies me."
Chen An smiled slightly and continued to check other musical instruments. He was actually a little addicted.
However, before playing the instrument, he needs to make up for the loss by swallowing a few energy crystals.
The instruments that follow are all oddities, and their complexity rivals that of the Sora.
But Chen An had experience, so it was easy for him to play the melody.
Seven hours later, they found the passage to the next level and walked straight in.
…
A passage is not a staircase or a road, but a change of space.
The four of them discussed it and thought it was a teleportation device, and it would be great if they could disassemble it and study it.
"Don't worry about the equipment. Look ahead, it must be the checkpoint with the chrysanthemum face." Tielan shouted.
As the four people came out of the passage, countless dazzling colors rushed towards them, making them squint their eyes.
Looking up, the world ahead is bright and colorful, like a painting.
No, it's a painting, but it has many gaps and is not finished.
Swish!
A face with a chrysanthemum face appeared and said excitedly, "This painting is called The Passion of Civilization. I led an army to conquer a civilization, and after I rose up, I painted the entire process. But now I have taken away half of the content. You need to complete the missing part. As long as the similarity with the original reaches 90%, it will be fine. Chen An, I am most looking forward to your performance. Don't let me down."
After saying that, he disappeared without giving others a chance to ask.
The four of them approached and saw that the painting was floating and extending to both sides, with no visible boundaries.
"There are gaps everywhere. How can we fill them? And we don't know what's in the gaps. How can we rely on our imagination?" Tiejian complained.
Luo Mo reached out and touched it, and his hand actually passed through the scroll.
"You definitely don't need a physical brush; you need super powers to depict it. I suspect the content is here, and we need to analyze it. I'm sorry, everyone. I'm good at music, but I'm really not good at painting. But I can help with the analysis."
Blade then said, "I can't paint either, so I'm relying on you guys."
Tiejian did not refuse this time. He got as close to the painting as possible, almost sticking his whole body against it.
Two minutes later, he took two steps back, stretched out his right hand, and condensed super power at his fingertips.
He just casually wiped a few strokes on the empty space, and a lifelike city appeared. The characters in it were lively and vivid, and the colors were abstract, almost the same as the original.
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