Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 582

Chapter 580 Composing a Song

“The way of music lies in nature. Whether it’s cultivation, life, or battle, music exists everywhere.”

“The chirping of birds in the morning, the clanging of weapons on the battlefield, the faint sound of flowing water in the mountains… these are all the sources of the way of music.”

“The way of music is not selective in cultivation. Across the heavens and myriad realms, whether cultivators or ordinary people, everyone can draw inspiration from music in nature, create music, write magnificent works, and then give music back to all living beings.”

“For example, people can cultivate while listening to music to soothe their moods, listen to lullabies before bed to fall asleep quickly, or play on festive occasions like weddings to liven up the atmosphere. These are all ways music feeds back to all living beings.”

“This first test is for each of you to create a piece of music to use in your daily life. There are no restrictions on instruments or subject matter.”

“The Secret Realm of Music contains different environments. You can freely choose your environment to find creative inspiration.”

“Considering that some of you are not proficient in the Way of Space, this secret realm also has the blessing of the Way of Space. You only need to think to move to other places.”

“Two hours in total, start now.”

The Music Secret Realm was enormous. They were standing at the junction of the yellow sand and the jungle, divided by a river. The river rushed, never to return, creating a truly poetic scene.

“Composing a piece of music in two hours? That’s too difficult.” Many people looked worried, unsure where to begin.

“Music, battle…” Yu Yin had an inspiration. With a flick of her mind, she arrived at an ancient battlefield.

“Would you like to come along and take a look?” Jiang Li asked the Luo Ying siblings.

“Yes.” The siblings were relaxed. They were here just to explore, not to win. Witnessing the mighty powers was the greatest reward of their trip. As

soon as Jiang Li and Luo Ying stepped onto the ancient battlefield, they were greeted by a blanket of yellow sand, shattered chariots, discarded armor, crimson-stained military flags, and the eerie sight of bones…

Closing their eyes, it was easy to imagine two armies facing off, their generals shouting orders, their weapons clashing, mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and piles of desiccated bones.

Yu Yin took out a guzheng and casually plucked it, evoking the momentum of a mighty army. She constantly adjusted her feeling, transforming monotonous notes into a staccato melody, and finally into a continuous, murderous war song.

Witnessing Yu Yin’s process of creating a piece from scratch, the three of them grasped a general understanding.

Jiang Li nodded, already forming a general idea.

The three of them shifted positions within the secret realm, searching for inspiration, and eventually each of them created a piece they were satisfied with.

…

Two hours later, the Music Immortal’s divine consciousness brought everyone back to the starting point, allowing them to present their own musical creations one by one.

Ding ding dong dong—

the first cultivator displayed enviable musical talent. Listening to this piece, one could sense the elegance of flowing mountain water and the clarity of spring water.

“This piece of music was created when I was climbing a mountain and saw a waterfall cascading down. It was like a canvas, incredibly beautiful, a finishing touch to the mountain. It struck me, and that’s when…”

“You failed the first level,” the Music Immortal’s divine consciousness scowled.

“Why?” the man protested.

“You’re clearly playing ‘High Mountains and Flowing Water,’ a famous piece circulated in the immortal realm a hundred thousand years ago. You’ve plagiarized it, and you haven’t changed a single note or tune!” The Immortal of Music’s mind had never seen such a shameless cultivator. This was an insult to the Way of Music.

The man, struck with truth, was dejected and forced to take a stand.

He had assumed the fragment of peerless music he’d stumbled upon was unknown, but he hadn’t imagined the Immortal of Music had heard it before.

The zither strings plucked, and even after hearing the opening fragment, everyone felt a surge of energy, an urge to fight.

“I’m not very familiar with the Way of Music, and time was short, so I only composed a short piece.”

“If there were a fight scene in a play, this piece of music could serve as background music; it would be very effective.”

The Immortal of Music’s mind looked at Yu Yin approvingly. Even with limited experience in the Way of Music, he could create such a masterpiece. If he studied the Way of Music diligently, he would surely excel in this field.

A cheerful tune began to play; it was composed by Luo Zhu.

“Your piece is quite interesting. Although it’s a bit rough, you can hear the joy within it. People can play it to express their feelings during celebrations.”

Luo Zhu smiled. “I feel very lucky today. I’ve met a respected senior from whom I can learn a lot, so I tried to compose something.” “Is this your

first time encountering the art of music?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not bad. You passed.”

A pig-killing tune played.

“Is it Jiang Renhuang?” Ruyi Gourd was surprised. It was truly unpleasant, truly living up to its reputation.

Yu Yin shook her head. “Jiang Li’s piece isn’t this beautiful.”

“…”

It was indeed Luo Ying, not Jiang Li, who was playing.

“What’s the purpose of your piece?” the Music Immortal asked, seemingly wanting to kick this guy out.

“I composed this piece to imitate the sound of pigs being slaughtered. It can be played continuously in the pig farm to accustom the pigs to the sound. When they arrive at the slaughterhouse, they’ll hear their companions’ cries and feel at home, reassured.”

A rhythmic, yet somewhat childish tune played. This was Luo Ying’s composition.

The Sound Immortal’s mind remained silent for a long time, struggling between its conscience and the rules. Ultimately, it allowed Luo Ying to pass this first test.

The stirring music evoked strange thoughts, perhaps even arousal.

“What kind of piece is this? Where did the inspiration come from?” the Sound Immortal’s mind asked, bewildered.

“I was walking in the woods and saw two wild beasts preparing their offspring. A sudden inspiration struck me, and I created this piece. Daoists can play it during intercourse to boost their energy, eliminating the need for aphrodisiacs.”

“…” The Sound Immortal’s mind desperately wanted to kick this fellow out, but considering the rules, it gritted its teeth and let him pass.

Squeak and twist—

the Sound Fairy’s mind was startled and shuddered. The sound was too creepy. She followed the sound and found Jiang Li.

Jiang Li moved the strings of the zither, playing the piece he had composed with great care, immersed in it, and was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

His musical skills have made great progress. This time, the song has no flaws except that it is unpleasant.

The Ruyi Gourd trembled. It finally witnessed the legendary musical level of the Emperor Jiang Ren. It was indeed able to transcend time. It would never forget it in its life and it would be imprinted in the depths of its memory.

The Sound Fairy’s mind looked at Jiang Li with pity. It must have suffered psychological trauma to create such a hellish song.

“What can you do with this song?”

“It can be used as an alarm clock.”

(End of this chapter)