Chapter 153 The person who reshapes the Immortal Sect

Chen Ji's consciousness returned to Earth.

Although his physical body did not travel to the Continent of Divine Grace, after embracing Astana and the others and feeling their unique beauty, he still vaguely retained some feeling when he returned to Earth.

Chen Ji sat on the balcony and watched the streets with people coming and going for a long time before his anger subsided.

The temptation he encountered in Shen'en Continent was too great.

With just one word from him, he can possess all seven beautiful and light elves.

Chen Ji is a normal man, so he will naturally be moved.

But because he is a man with normal outlook, he will not possess impatiently. That is irresponsible, not only for Astana and the others, but also for the little lady and Zhou Wan.

"Go have lunch!"

After calming down, Chen Ji stood up. When he turned around, he saw a girl with white hair and red eyes watching him quietly.

"Mayan?"

"Mayan?"

The girl tilted her head.

Chen Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and touched her head and asked her: "Do you want to go to dinner?"

Ma Yien shook her head, she did not need ordinary food as a supplement.

"Okay, then you can sit on the balcony and bask in the sun."

Chen Ji pulled her to sit on the chair, and he didn't know how long she stood there. She was always in a daze.

When Chen Ji came back from dinner, he saw that she was still on the balcony, looking quietly at the street outside. After hearing the movement at the door, she slowly turned her head to look over.

"Were you singing just now?"

When Chen Ji entered the door, he heard her voice, which was vaguely singing.

The girl nodded slowly: "Master, this is a hymn to the gods sung by Astana."

Chen Ji smiled and said: "Do you like this song by Astana?"

The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Sing more if you like it. I like this song too."

"Master, do you still want to listen?"

"Can."

Chen Ji took a chair and went out and sat next to her.

Unexpectedly, Ma En sent a thirty-minute audio to his mobile phone, which contained the poem Astana sang alone to the millions of survivors in the Divine Grace Continent during the prayer ceremony.

Chen Ji had listened to it completely before, but now after seeing this length of time, he still couldn't help but sigh:

It is really not easy for Astana to be a goddess. Not only must she be able to create the sun, but she must also be able to sing long poems.

Now that we have the complete audio, Astana’s singing voice cannot be buried.

afternoon.

Chen Ji brought the song to the company, logged into the company's Weibo, and posted the song "Ode to the Gods" sung by the Goddess.

Caption:

After defeating the evil god, Astana, the goddess of astral order, faced the survivors of various races such as humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, goblins, etc., and sang a beautiful song under the watchful eye of the Creator.

Only one paragraph was posted on Weibo, and the full version was posted by Chen Ji on the company's official website, which was considered a small traffic draw.

Unfortunately, very few people follow the Weibo of a small company, and no one paid attention to it even after it was posted on Weibo for a long time.

Instead, Huang Hao from the company stuck out his head and asked him: "Brother Chen, where did you get this song? It's actually thirty minutes long!"

Chen Ji smiled and said, "You can give it a try and give us your feedback on the effect."

"Come on, make arrangements immediately!"

Huang Hao immediately started a group chat with all members of Aite in the company and asked everyone to like the song on Weibo and listen to the song.

The company now has more than 50 people, and they are all fresh graduates with little work experience. As soon as they hear the leader's instructions, they immediately follow them.

It’s not like the old fritters, who shout loudly but take slow actions.

Chen Ji refreshed the web page, and there were dozens of comments below, and there was a lot of applause.

After commenting, Huang Hao and the others put on their headphones and listened to this super long song while working.

A few minutes later.

The sound of keyboard typing and mouse clicking in the company has subsided, and no one is talking about work matters anymore.

Chen Ji raised his head and saw that most of them were sitting quietly in their seats. Many of them were in a state of intoxication and had no intention of working. They were listening to this carol. Only a few people looked surprised and seemed to dare not

I believe this song is so long.

Half an hour later, Huang Hao slowly recovered from the shock and turned to look at him: "Brother Chen, your song... Hey, what kind of song is this?! Although I don't understand the lyrics and there is no melody, but...

…It’s so awesome!”

Inside the company, the employees looked at Chen Ji one after another. They were still recalling the singing they had just heard.

From the a cappella singing, they felt an epic and magnificent picture, as if the fantasy scenery of another world was slowly unfolding before their eyes, and they used their singing to tell a legendary story that was both epic and touching.

"Music knows no borders."

Chen Ji answered Huang Hao.

Not only does it not distinguish between national boundaries, nor does it distinguish between worlds, the poetry of the Divine Grace Continent has spread to the earth and still has the power to move people's hearts.

After thinking about it, Chen Ji added: "If there is a chance in the future, the company will produce another Western fantasy game and use this song as the theme song."

Huang Hao gave a thumbs up: "The game hasn't been approved yet, but this song alone is half the battle!"

Chen Ji laughed.

If conditions permit in the future, Astana and the elves will be invited to serve as music and art directors. The elves' aesthetics are absolutely nothing to speak of.

This song will be posted first to see if it becomes a hit.

A few days later.

"Hey, are you there?"

Seeing the last two words of the message, Chen Ji almost thought it was from Astana.

After taking a closer look, I realized it was the high school empress.

"Not here."

Chen Ji replied to her.

"Humph, how are you doing there? Is there any progress?"

Chen Ji smiled. From what the Empress said, she knew that she had no clue in the Nine Realms. She had neither found the reason for the broken destiny nor the idea of ​​creating the Tenth Realm, and was in a state of irritation.

Chen Ji didn't laugh at her, after all, Mu Xiaoxiao was also working hard for his own world.

After thinking for a while, he asked her:

"Let me talk about you first. You said before that many powerful people have been resurrected and are also looking for the reason why their destiny is broken. So many people have no clue?"

"No, there are no signs of destiny breaking, and there are no rules at all!"

Nine Domains, Emperor Mountain.

Mu Xiaoxiao was sitting on the restored emperor's throne, holding her fair cheeks with her hands, and the Tianming mobile phone was floating in front of her. She looked very unhappy, but she said patiently to the man on Earth:

"The Holy Emperor has a strong appeal. He issued a call and summoned many powerful people from the nine regions to explore the cause.

They started investigating millions of years ago when Emperor Changming first encountered the Shattered Destiny. They searched through the records left by several great emperors, asked some resurrected strong men, and even used the law of time to go back, but still couldn't find anything suspicious.

.

Destiny seems to have come to an end and is naturally broken. Even if it is condensed back several times, it is still in a damaged state."

"If the fate of destiny is broken, does it mean that the nine realms will also be broken?"

Chen Ji asked her.

Mu Xiaoxiao frowned deeply.

She wanted to refute that the Nine Realms were not that fragile, but the facts forced her to consider this aspect.

"Are there any other discoveries or things that happened?" Chen Ji asked her again: "For example, the sacred ancient tribe you mentioned."

"They are very peaceful now."

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled: "Perhaps they were frightened by the law of disorder created by the two electrons. Now they all dare not move. Instead, some idiots are secretly repairing the fairy gate in the dark. I will go and do it when I have time.

Shoot them all to death!”

"Repair the Immortal Gate?"
To be continued...