That voice of admiration was, without a doubt, an anomaly amid the curses and torment—a breath of fresh air.
Faced with the Green Emperor's singing, even someone as resolute and wise as Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel his soul tremble and his body grow uneasy. He simply couldn't fathom what was so "good" about it. The harshness of that voice was more terrifying than any demonic chant. And yet—someone actually liked it?
What kind of aesthetic could possibly appreciate that? Just how extreme would one's musical sensibility have to be?
At that moment, even many of the human geniuses instinctively stopped worrying about the torment and turned to look in the direction of the compliment.
What they saw shocked them even more.
It wasn't just anyone—it was Ah Qing.
Ah Qing's face bore not the slightest sign of torment. Instead, she looked utterly intoxicated, as if she were listening to a divine melody. That expression, that immersion—it couldn't be faked. It was a genuine, heartfelt reaction. No hint of deceit.
Ah Qing truly found the Green Emperor's singing beautiful. She showed no signs of pain or struggle against the horrendous melody.
It was an utterly bizarre sight.
"A kindred spirit! A true kindred spirit!"
"This emperor has finally found a soul who understands me! Someone who truly sees the beauty in my voice! Kindred spirit, oh kindred spirit—where have you been all this time?!"
Even in the midst of singing, the Green Emperor heard that voice of praise. His heart was instantly overwhelmed with indescribable joy.
He turned and saw Ah Qing standing there, her expression serene and blissful, her eyes as clear as ever.
A kindred spirit.
Immediately, the Green Emperor's singing grew even more fervent. His entire being was swept up in emotion, pouring himself wholeheartedly into the performance. To have finally met a kindred spirit—how could he not give his all? He had to present the most perfect rendition, the most unforgettable auditory feast.
"Ah—Ah—Ah ah ah ya yo—Ah ya yo—A-si-de-ge-tai-de-ge-tai-de-ge-tai—De-ge-tai-de-di-dou-de-ge-tai-de-ge-dou—Tai-ge-de-tai-ge-de-tai-ge-de—Tai-ge-de-tai-ge-di-de-tai-ge-de-ge-dou—"
A louder and more impassioned voice soared out. The Green Emperor swayed his dog head rhythmically, eyes narrowed in bliss, completely immersed in the beauty of his own singing. Emotion poured from every note, infused into every word.
"No! I'd rather die! I'm hallucinating! Rolling thunder! Apocalyptic windstorms!"
An Eternal Night genius collapsed on the spot, body convulsing violently, foaming at the mouth. Even as he fell, he clawed his way toward the River of Heaven, plunging headfirst into it—
And in that moment… he found peace.
Many Eternal Night cultivators felt it vividly—visions of disasters and apocalyptic catastrophes flooding their minds, battering their souls. Their spirits were torn to shreds by these nightmarish scenes.
They saw the end of the world, a torrent of calamities, overwhelming malice rushing toward them like a tidal wave.
The disasters embedded in the song shattered their souls.
Masses of Eternal Night cultivators perished like that—collapsing forever under the weight of the Green Emperor's melody. Even in death, some of them wore smiles of relief, a hauntingly peaceful expression.
Death had become a luxury.
"I can't take it anymore!"
Even among the human geniuses, some couldn't bear the torment and collapsed, screaming in agony.
The Green Emperor's singing didn't distinguish friend from foe. Anyone within range was a target, subject to its effects.
And this time, the destructive power was as direct as it gets.
The melody swept through like an apocalyptic storm, hammering the soul. Those unable to withstand it had their spirits shattered and perished on the spot.
"Quick! Block your ears! Protect your soul! Start visualizing—focus your spiritual will!"
Zhuge Liang shouted urgently.
By entering the visualization states from their cultivation techniques, they could concentrate their spirit and minimize the damage to their soul—maybe even shield themselves completely.
Who would have thought a song could carry such disastrous force? Calamities, misfortune, bad luck—all seemed to manifest in that voice.
"Emotionally rich. Though the lyrics are repetitive, combined with a unique singing style, the rhythm feels vivid—like dancing sprites."
Ah Qing murmured, lost in her trance.
She felt no apocalyptic dread, no terrible misfortune—only the lively, emotional dance of each syllable, conveying the essence of nervousness and emotion. It was truly a magical piece—like a spring in nature, bubbling gently.
What she heard was not chaos, but emotion. The depth of feeling the Green Emperor had poured into his song.
It had the power to pull people in, to immerse them completely.
"The Green Emperor actually found a kindred spirit…"
Standing at the riverside, Yi Tianxing watched silently. He had already crossed the River of Heaven amidst the singing, reaching the opposite shore. Gazing at the many Eternal Night geniuses who had either drowned themselves or dropped dead from the song, he couldn't help but look surprised.
His gaze fell upon Ah Qing, puzzled.
He had always known the Green Emperor's voice was… problematic. Even the worst singers couldn't drive thousands of cultivators to madness. His voice clearly carried some strange power—like the ominous misfortune that always surrounded him. But until now, it had never reached such an extreme.
This time, things were different. The Green Emperor's power had grown. And now that he'd found someone who appreciated his song, his emotions surged, and his voice… transformed. It had reached a whole new level.
Still, Yi Tianxing couldn't help but twitch.
The Green Emperor's singing truly harmed friend and foe alike. Watching even human cultivators fall from the effects—he had no words.
Who knew how long it lasted. When the Green Emperor finally stopped singing…
Among the Eternal Night geniuses, only a handful could still stand. Even the Clown staggered, barely staying upright. The damage was enormous. Only those with extremely strong willpower had survived.
"Yi Tianxing, you monster! You actually unleashed such a vile mutt! You're vicious—absolutely diabolical!"
The Clown cursed at Yi Tianxing, pointing shakily. His body still trembled with lingering trauma.
"Such a beautiful voice… It's just that you people don't know how to appreciate it."
Yi Tianxing replied without batting an eye.
Looking across the battlefield, over a thousand Eternal Night geniuses lay dead. The survivors were mentally broken, twitching uncontrollably like they were performing some kind of electric dance.
"King Yi has laid a chain bridge across the river! Follow it across and strike! While they're weakened, eliminate them all! If we succeed, the remaining Eternal Night forces will have no chance of turning the tide!"
Zhuge Liang ordered decisively.
A long iron chain had been stretched across the River of Heaven. Anyone could now cross without worrying about the river's suction.
Strike while the iron is hot. Finish them off in one blow—this was a strategist's dream.
"Kindred spirit! My kindred spirit! I've finally found you!"
The Green Emperor ran full speed toward Ah Qing. His legs pumped like a person's, tears glittering in his eyes.
These were tears of joy.
To find a kindred spirit—after so long—how could he not be overwhelmed?
A song can break the heart—But where in the world can one find a kindred spirit?
But just before he could leap into Ah Qing's arms—
He was stopped.
Not by himself, but by the bamboo staff in Ah Qing's hand, gently barring his way.
"Your singing is beautiful. I can feel the emotion and even the fluctuation of Dao laws in it. Your song has… touched the Way."
Ah Qing smiled. Her gaze held no trace of condescension toward the canine figure before her. She spoke to him as an equal—like two fellow musicians in conversation.
"Kindred spirit! I still have so many songs—so many masterpieces! For meeting you, I've decided to sing for three days and nights! Every single song, all for you!"
The Green Emperor was ecstatic.
He wanted to sing his entire repertoire. Let his kindred spirit hear every note, every emotion. It was the only way to do her justice.
"NO! STOP! PLEASE!!"
Ye Zhiqiu and the others immediately turned pale. Ah Qing might enjoy it, but they certainly didn't. Just one song had nearly wiped them all out. Three days and nights? That would be a massacre.
"Green Emperor! Now is not the time to sing! Read the room! After the battle, sing all you want—even for nine days and nights! But right now, our king is still over there! We have to kill the Eternal Night cultivators first and win this war! Otherwise, when the king returns, he might mute you for three days and nights!"
Lu Zhishen added hurriedly, sweat dripping down his bald head.
The terror was real. That voice was not something ordinary people could survive.