strictlysupreme Chapter 316 - 240: Soul Baptism_1
Chapter 316 - 240: Soul Baptism_1
Chapter 316: Chapter 240: Soul Baptism_1The feasts of the magicians were no more spectacular than those of ordinary human life.
They could always conjure interesting novelties however, such as troll elves dancing in grass skirts, siren banshees singing high in mid-air; magical snowflakes fluttering all over, and gently tapping the ground, harmonizing with petals falling in a beautiful symphony.
But to Zheng Qing, all of these held no appeal.
The absurd dances of the fairies could not mask their crude and impolite manner, the strong scent of the sirens couldn’t conceal the hidden hint of fishy smell, and even the floating magic snowflakes - if caught by hand - would instantly be transformed into a puddle of cold water by the warmth of one’s palm, disappearing through the crevices of their fingers.
Not to mention all those rigid protocols, clichéd sayings, and complicated rules.
All of them were secret recipes to wear down the sharp spirits of young wizards.
Rather than these, Zheng Qing was more interested in the headmasters of the university.
Having been at school for nearly a month, he had yet to meet the headmasters. Even those deans who often made the newspaper headlines were merely names to him.
Sources said these big shots would all make an appearance at the opening ceremony.
Less than half an hour remained before the start of the ceremony.
Senior students from the four colleges, re
Bass violins, cellos, left helpless, echoes lingering; violins, trumpets, eager to take a leap, constantly challenging; pianos, big drums, interspersed with other instruments Zheng Qing couldn’t identify were woven together, the musical range expanding continuously, changing more unpredictably in transition, the rhythm increasingly complex and varied.
Running animals on the ground, swimming fishes in the sea, soaring birds in the sky, bush-swarming insects, humming flies in the meadows, the struggling faces of countless creatures appeared instantaneously before his eyes.
Then, abruptly, it stopped.
Everything before his eyes vanished instantly, returning to the magnificent grand hall.
Zheng Qing blinked hard, allowing his brain to slowly adjust to the sudden slackened rhythm. Then he looked blankly into mid-air, why did it suddenly end? What about humans? What about the creatures that came after? What did those three themes represent?
The hall was utterly quiet as if the intense music had just been his hallucination.
A moment later, a humming sound erupted, quickly spreading from the first floor to the top floor.
The noise was filled with regrets and yearnings.
"Finally, you have felt it," Xiao Xiao put her glasses back on again, a hint of frenzy evident in her eyes: "The Sound of Life! The Baptism of the Soul! The Feast of Freshmen at the First University!"
"It’s the legendary purification of your soul through the impact of music and images, allowing you to fully experience the greatness and extraordinary nature of this world, letting you directly confront the mysterious primal source of the world."
"Incomparable..." Zheng Qing fondly recalled the music just now, savored it, and marveled at it.