The Journey to Godhood in Another World

As night falls in the city, the city lights begin to twinkle, and the streets teem with cars, a constant flow of traffic. The colorful neon lights flash, outlining the bustling metropolis, yet also vividly reflecting its hustle and bustle and its loneliness. Yang Xingchen sits alone in his office, playing his guitar and singing.

"Perhaps it's loneliness,"

The air became very thin

The city's neon lights bloom into a desert

I'm still waiting for you

My heart is dying.

What can I use to stimulate my soul?

......"

He hummed softly, his voice hoarse and deep, as if telling a long and profound story.

Every note that escaped his throat carried a unique sense of vicissitude, as if the years had etched marks on his voice.

A complex emotion flickered in his eyes. Since injuring his voice, he had been plunged into despair, unable to easily control the high notes he once took pride in; every attempt felt like tearing open his wounds.

However, when he sang the song that Luo Li had chosen for him, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Initially, there was concern about whether he could handle the song, since his voice was not as good as before. But at the same time, there was a strange expectation, as if the song was tailor-made for him now.

Sometimes he would close his eyes tightly, immersing himself in the mood of the song, feeling the loneliness and longing surging like a tide; other times he would frown slightly, dissatisfied with a certain pronunciation or rhythm, and stop to start over, constantly adjusting his singing style.

"This city is so empty."

This memory is so fierce.

......"

He sang this line repeatedly, and various scenes from the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The streets he once walked with his lover now only hold his lonely figure; the joyful times they once shared have now turned into the deepest longing in his heart, like a sharp blade repeatedly piercing his soul. His voice gradually trembled slightly, a natural outpouring of emotion, as if he had poured all his pain, longing, and uncertainty about the future into this song.

As night fell and the city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided, only his solitary singing remained in the office. Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, shone on his weary face, outlining his resolute features.

Gazing at the brightly lit city in the distance, he was filled with mixed emotions. This city had witnessed his glory and his downfall, but at this moment, he felt a deeper connection with it. Just as the song expressed, the city's prosperity contrasted sharply with the emptiness in his heart, and he was like a lone boat adrift in the vast sea of ​​people.

"This street is bustling with traffic,"

Whom can I embrace?

......"

He sang softly, his voice filled with endless loneliness and helplessness. He knew his musical journey was fraught with difficulties, but this song was like a ray of light, illuminating his path forward.

He believes that as long as he perseveres, he will be able to use his unique voice to convey the emotions of this song to more people, allowing them to feel the struggle and perseverance deep within their hearts.

"This city is so empty."

The emptiness without you

......"

When he sang the climax, his eyes glistened with tears; it was his farewell to the past and his expectation for the future.

He knew that his musical journey was still long, but at this moment, he had found his own direction.

He secretly vowed that no matter how many difficulties and setbacks he would encounter in the future, he would never give up and would continue to use music to tell his story, just like this song, shining with his own light in loneliness and pain.

PS: "Empty City" Original singer: Yang Kun Lyricist: Zhang Youyou Composer: Yang Kun/Qu Shicong