Throne of Radiance

"As expected of the Moonlight Temple..."

Anyone who comes to this place, which is hailed as the highest palace of art in the world for the first time, can't help expressing such emotions.Even Joey is no exception.

Poetic, gorgeous, dreamy... All kinds of words that can be thought of can fit it without any obstacles at this moment.

Floating around is a softer light than the moonlight. Through the highest dome, he can even see the starry sky outside, and the starlight from hundreds of millions of light-years away falls on his head.

It makes people think that they are in a dreamy cosmic starry sky.

At this time, the ensemble of the music parade has been isolated. The moment you step into the Moonlight Temple, it is like leaving the extreme noise and hustle and bustle, and suddenly come to a quiet world.

One after another, people left the parade team like Joey, or entered the Moonlight Temple in front of him or behind him, and these people also fell into a brief silence like Joey the first time they entered, but the reason was that Unlike him—

"...What happened just now? What have I done!"

"...Did I really play that weird "Ode to Peace"? I'm afraid I'm bewitched!"

"...Obviously it was normal before, since when was it taken away? It's over, it's over, I can't remember how to play the normal "Ode to Peace"..."

"Huh? You are like this too..."

In the whispers of depression or annoyance, some people soon discovered that other people were in a state of hell similar to themselves, and people familiar or unfamiliar couldn't help talking about this topic.

Joey heard the two people walking in front of him communicate with each other for a while, but found that they couldn't even find the normal music rhythm in a short time. Kiss said:

"I really don't know who the guy who played the wrong rhythm at the beginning is. Even if I think back to the familiar songs, the first thing I play in my mind is the rhythm version of the underworld. Hell. I can only hope that after listening to this concert, We can regain our normal aesthetics with the help of really beautiful music!"

"—It's definitely possible, this is the Moonlight Temple! To be able to hold a concert here, you must have an extraordinary musical talent, and it will definitely bring us back to our appreciation of beautiful music!"

Hearing this, Joey, who was walking behind the two, couldn't help it: "It's too much to say, isn't it obvious that everyone was immersed in it just now? What does it mean to regain normal aesthetics? How can there be normal aesthetics in music?" It is normal, as long as people can immerse themselves in it, it proves the charm of music."

The two who were suddenly interrupted were a little unhappy, but when they turned their heads to see Joey who had spoken clearly, their unhappy expressions quickly dissipated.

The young man in front of him was at most 22 years old, with a classical artist atmosphere that complemented the Roland Kingdom, and his quiet and beautiful appearance was not aggressive at all, on the contrary, it was easy to deceive at first glance.

——Joy's appearance, temperament, and his hidden spiritual fluctuations that seem to spread out at any time and affect others will always make people feel good, and unknowingly relax their guard.

The eyes of the two strangers, who thought they were not a few years older than him, showed some affection. They shook their heads and sighed: "Brother, you haven't gotten rid of the influence! Otherwise, you wouldn't Say something like that."

Joey: "???"

On the contrary, his expression made the two people misunderstand deeper, and he worried about him: "There is no one with normal aesthetics who appreciates the underworld music just now, right? Brother, please be sober, don't be led astray by aesthetics! Hurry up, hurry up, Let's get seated soon, the concert will start soon, you can still save it!"

Joey: "No, I don't think I need to be rescued..."

"No, you need it. It is said that the performer of the first concert is a newly-established music genius in the Kingdom of Roland. He has unparalleled musical talent and has the opportunity to perform in the Moonlight Temple before he is 30 years old... And I have the inside story, It’s an original piano piece, and it’s said that the masters who have listened to it spoke highly of this piece, I’m sure it will be able to correct your aesthetics, little brother!”

"Yeah, soon, little brother, after you have seen the performance of that musical genius, you will definitely be able to regain your appreciation of music and understand what is really worth appreciating music!"

Joey: "..."

"Then I'll have to appreciate it later." After the silence, amidst the endless enthusiasm of the two, he showed an overly gentle smile, and the last few words dragged out word by word, "... I hope you don't live up to my expectations."

Two 10 minutes later.

Joey: "...that's it?"

The concert has already begun. In the quiet moonlight temple, only the sound of the piano, which is quieter than the moonlight, echoes leisurely. Almost everyone is already intoxicated by the moonlight.

Only Joey sat on the seat with a face of indifference, and opened his dark eyes from a lazy half-closed state, looking at the person sitting in front of the piano on the stage, his eyes were sharper than the light of a knife.

If Du Zuo was present at this time, it would be hard to believe that the current Joey is the same person as the tourist and art lover he met before.His whole demeanor changed.

"Is this also called a genius performance? Real music that corrects my aesthetics?" With a sneer, Joey suddenly stood up from his seat, glanced around, and finally fell on the people on the stage, with a tone of voice He also became very impatient, "It's a complete disappointment! I wanted to relax a little before getting down to business..."

His actions woke up those who had been immersed in the music, looked at him strangely, and some wanted to tell him to sit down.The young man on the stage also seemed to be affected, his brows were slightly frowned, and the rhythm of playing the piano was out of order. Although the rhythm was quickly restored, it made others even more dissatisfied with Joey.

Joey completely ignored everyone's stares, and also ignored those who complained about him, but his eyes were tightly locked on the people on the stage, and he said to himself: "I said, I don't know where to find the manuscripts of the predecessors. , found that it has not been made public yet, so complacently take it as my own, and turn other people's things into my own musical talent..."

When he spoke, the faces of the young men on the stage changed slightly, and the rhythm of the music was completely disrupted. The audience who originally complained that he disturbed the order also understood what was happening, and were all stunned.

So, they heard Joey continue to fire mercilessly: "...and a group of people who claim to have gathered the world's top musicians can't see this talent that doesn't match me, and they can't see the so-called The true strength of a genius, to allow him to appear majestically in the so-called highest palace of art, to stain my ears, is too much!"

Boom!

A heavy piano beating echoed in the hall

The young man on the stage couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly stood up and faced Joey: "Sir, please—"

"You can't even copy homework, and you can play the sound of faith dedicated to God as a song of gratitude for children to their parents. A guy like you has the nerve to correct my aesthetics!"

Joey raised his eyelids unceremoniously, and pointed at the other party at the same time as the other party spoke, exuding arrogance and arrogance in his tone that did not match his beautiful appearance.

...No, when did I say that I need to correct your aesthetics? !The fear of being exposed suddenly makes someone's heart sink like an ice cave.But Joey's groundless accusation made him inexplicably aggrieved, angry and puzzled, he was trying to quibble about something——

hum...

The power of the caster comes from the emotional will and spirit.The moment Joey raised his finger to him, there seemed to be an illusory and invisible gust of wind that centered on Joey and swept out unscrupulously around him. Everyone was affected by the inadvertent leakage of his strong emotions. I lost myself in the tide.

Ridicule, boredom, contempt, arrogance, and deep boredom... The young man on the stage suddenly turned pale, and his eyes became more and more dazed, as if he was swallowed up by some kind of empty emotion. After a few steps, his body just hit the piano, and his elbow pressed an accent on the keys.

thump—

The people who were swept by the invisible spiritual storm were only slightly awake. During this brief lucidity, they saw the long-haired young man who had run to the stage at some point raised his hand.

With his palm facing upwards, he released a suspended black Rubik's Cube.

"...to worship this guy as a true musical genius, and to regard his completely wrong music as the holy sound of baptism, this level is really disappointing."

The Rubik's Cube rose slowly and rotated in mid-air, revealing six pitch-black sides of 5×5×5. All the starlight from the dome was blocked, and the entire Moonlight Temple was plunged into darkness without light.

Among the chaotic exclamation, only Joey's voice was not affected, it was still so calm and natural——

"Music is the same, painting is the same, and others are too... old-fashioned, closed, conservative, completely devoid of pioneering development, and unable to accommodate aesthetics that are different from the mainstream. Is this the country of art? Boring, boring, too boring!"

"I said you guys..."

"—It's time to feel the real art!"

At the same time, outside the Moonlight Temple.

The music parade team wandered past the streets of Wangcheng, and Du Zuo, who had been working hard for a long time and still couldn't get back the original rhythm from the influence of the music in the underworld, gave up completely.

He looked at the other people who were unaware of this, listening to the underworld music played by everyone, his face gradually lost expression.

"...I'm tired, destroy it, hurry up."

In the next moment, the moonlight disappeared, and a dark shadow enveloped the earth.Everyone looked up blankly, and was shocked to see a strange cube shrouded from the sky above the sky.

"...Don't come here!"

The moment before he completely lost consciousness, Du Zuo let out a confused cry: "No, I really didn't mean that!"

When he woke up again, he found himself in a small room with nine other people.

On the four walls of the room, there is a long mural that is connected together, like a long dragon winding and coiling on the wall, with a feeling of "alive", as if watching them quietly.

At the same time, a voice sounded in everyone's ears.

[Welcome to the Trial Space of Art Paradise. 】

[Please be prepared to meet your first test. 】

[Those who pass the twelve tests will be qualified to enter the art paradise, and those who fail will be thrown into the art purgatory. 】

"How about it?"

When everyone was struggling in the trial, Joey's voice suddenly appeared in the center of the Rubik's Cube, and he cast his gaze on the illusory soul suspended in mid-air.

"According to the skills they have mastered, I put them into the trial space of different art categories." The boy's immature voice sounded, "Your design is very ingenious, allowing these people who have never been exposed to the method of casting spirits to practice Learning from repeated failures, once you have mastered the fur of casting spirits, you will be able to pass the first trial. Those who fail to do so, either lack talent or wisdom, obviously do not have the qualifications. The best group of people , should be eligible to join the Artists Association. This kind of screening is really very convenient."

"However..." He cast his curious eyes on Joey, "I always feel that this kind of trial space has a strong sense of sight."

Joey smiled and spoke frankly:

"Compared to those main gods who will die if they don't pass the level in the infinite flow novels, I am giving them the path to real art, just to keep learning, keep taking exams, and keep feeling the process of being spiritually polluted and healed. Compared to the trial process, the final harvest is generous enough."

"By the way," he seemed to think of something suddenly, and raised his hand to volley the empty painting, and a series of incomparably real portraits suddenly appeared in mid-air. The first one on the left is Grant, and the following ones, if Du Zuo is here, should be I can also recognize that they are all those who have criticized Joey's art during the day, "These people will mark it, and the difficulty of the trial will be doubled."

"——No, three times." Soon, he overturned his order, "Their aesthetics are too paranoid, and they probably need to strengthen their studies before they can comprehend the real art."

Saying so, he showed an extremely gentle smile.

"Especially the first one. You gave me the number of the space he was in. He happened to be idle and bored. I personally helped him arrange it. We must let him walk on the real and correct path of art."

——Let him know what is the Art Heaven (Purgatory) (Purgatory) and what is an artist senior who does not overestimate (superior) previous (remember) suspicion (hate) and train younger generations:).