The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 465 Breaking the Wall
".What did you find?"

Constantine, who hadn't figured out the situation until now, wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing Li Ang's train of thought, so he hesitated to ask when the latter raised his eyebrows.

"Just got some ideas."

Li Ang shook his head and continued to look at the TV screen.

The scene at this time is not so strange,
A bone skeleton burning with hell fire, a faceless clown, a decadent and emaciated English warlock, and an ordinary young man,

They all stood in the deserted and dilapidated car repair shop, under the deserted moonlight, and focused their attention on the idol girl in a pile of old TV sets.

On the stage, Luo Ji, whose whole body was covered in a gauze skirt, was still singing.

"There are people dying"

(people are dying in some places)

"And it's time to lend a hand to life"

(It's time to reach out)
“The greatest gift of all”

(this is the best gift for everyone)

Luo Ji's voice is extremely ethereal and clear, like a clear spring, with a bright moon in the sky and an evening breeze in the forest, but it doesn't appear too lonely and indifferent, bleak and dark, far away from the dust, but gives people a firm and warm feeling like the morning sun .

Different from those unprofessional traffic stars, Luo Ji, who is from the Asa Protoss and has received the professional art education of the queen Frigg since childhood, is able to handle both strong and weak mixed voices, and is strong enough in terms of sound pressure, resonance and sound quality. Overwhelm a bunch of professional singers,

In particular, the professional team on the earth has conducted intensive training for Luo Ji for several months, and the professionally designed stage on site has allowed Luo Ji's singing to be brought into full play.

Experts look at the doorway, and laymen watch the excitement. The people who arrive at the scene are basically the industry elites. Except for the capitalists in charge of operations, and the fresh meat from China who traveled across the ocean, they can all hear Luo Ji's singing level. Surprised expressions appeared on their faces.

Of course, for the audience in front of the TV and computer screens, they don’t care about so many vocal technical terms, and there is only one thought in their minds——

He-mother-sounds so good!
Singing sounds comparable to the sounds of nature lingered over the Second New York Madison Square Garden, and at the right time, the big screen began to change.

It turned out that the logo of the PDC Planetary Defense Committee gradually disappeared, replaced by slides.

"We can't go on pretending day by day"

(We can't ignore it day by day)

"That someone, somewhere will soon make a change"

(Maybe that guy somewhere will get his chance soon)
On the big screen, the ruins of a deserted and ruined city stand in the middle of the desert. Thick and heavy tanks, Middle Eastern soldiers with live ammunition, and armed helicopters are slowly advancing towards the smoky streets and alleys. In stark contrast, there are dead bodies Middle Eastern children covered in blood in the middle of the street.

“We are all a part of God's great big family”

(We are all part of God's creation)

"And the truth, you know Love is all we need"

(You know we all need love)

The screen changed again, and from the perspective of the aerial photography, blue waves towering like mountains were pouring forward.

The low-slung bungalows with Southeast Asian characteristics collapsed like building blocks under the overturning tsunami.

After a long time, the pale sea waves receded, and the fragments of wooden and stone buildings piled up together, like powder left behind after a sand painting.

Corpses not much bigger than ants were embedded in the mud, and black scavengers hovered in the sky. As a foil, those on the ground were crying with their heads up.

We are the world, we are the children
(We're all part of the world, we're all kids)
We are the ones who make a brighter day
(We are all those who can create a better future)
The picture changes again, a slightly old town, a dark street full of sewage, a little girl in a padded jacket full of holes walking slowly,

Her face was ashen, and the garbage bag containing the cans dragged behind her was so huge that one couldn't help but imagine the metal collision sound when the cans hit the masonry road.

Beside the girl, there were elementary school students of the same age wearing clean and tidy school uniforms, carrying schoolbags, talking about what happened on campus, completely ignoring the envious but numb look in the little girl's eyes.

“So let’s start giving”

(so let's start giving)
"There's a choice we're making"

(we need to make a choice)

The screen changes, staff wearing the uniforms of the PDC Planetary Defense Committee, and octopus omnics painted with the PDC logo appear all over the world.

They moved residents who were struggling on the poverty line out of the mountains and brought them a modern life;

They bring order and peace to the people in the war-torn areas. As long as they are willing to accept the leadership of the PDC, those people can go to the resettlement area under the escort of the PDC staff without worrying about those warlords.

They bring food crops, precision agriculture, and industrial production lines to people in hungry areas, and if they choose, the PDC will gather them in giant, town-like skyscrapers.

They even cared about the lives of non-human beings. Centralized urban life vacated more natural spaces, and the area of ​​nature reserves exceeded human living areas for the first time.
Dying species can be professionally housed in nature reserves without fear of disappearing into the long evolutionary history.

"We're saving our own lives"

(we need to save ourselves)
"It's true we'll make a better day"

(We will definitely bring a better tomorrow)
"Just you and me"

(just you and me)
The picture gradually zoomed in, and the PDC logo continued to enlarge, eventually covering the entire screen and reflected in people's pupils.

On the stage, Luo Ji frowned slightly, and the insidiousness and viciousness of the god of lies and deceit completely faded between her eyebrows and eyes. Instead, she was like a compassionate and benevolent Bodhisattva who watched the world like a house of fire, like a tough and gentle statue of the Virgin Mary,
However, neither the audience nor the audience in front of the screen focused on Luo Ji's appearance. On the contrary, everyone was immersed in her singing.

A warm and firm emotion spread in people's hearts. It seemed that at this moment, everyone's thinking began to slow down.

They slowly closed their eyes, as if they had escaped from their own bodies, and slowly floated upwards, in the soft, quiet darkness.

No gravity, no bondage, no pain.

The 6000 million people watching the Grammy Awards Ceremony are like 6000 million base stations, spreading the already woven spiritual network outward,
In the end, as long as the 70 billion human beings on earth within the range of Luo Ji's singing were swept into the spiritual network.

They could see dense dots of light covering the planet.

Each dot of light symbolizes a human being, and these dots of light are gradually connected into a line amidst Luo Ji's singing.

People can see each other's pain, each other's happiness, each other's emotions, and even all knowledge and information.

The information is transmitted and communicated rapidly in people's mind network, and its efficiency far exceeds that of verbatim language.

This is not a simple mind sharing, but a more advanced thinking acceleration.

One second is extended to one hundred seconds or even one thousand seconds in the human concept. The thinking problems that usually take a long time to deal with, only need a moment in the accelerated environment.

This is not Luo Ji's strength. She stared wide-eyed on the stage, looking at the audience with their eyes closed, bewildered.

"Is this the Wallfacer Project?"

In the abandoned car factory, the clown laughed wantonly, and threw himself forward, ignoring the static electricity, and pressed his pupils hard on the screen,

"Charles the Wallfacer, I am your wallbreaker."

(End of this chapter)