The Journey to Godhood in Another World

In the shadows backstage, Luo Li held Cen Shen's hand tightly, trying to convey strength and composure.

"Cen Shen, don't be nervous. Let's just express our respect for soldiers as we did in our practice just now."

Luo Li's voice was deep and firm, her eyes full of encouragement. Cen Shen nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart.

At this moment, the stage lights gradually went out, and the entire recording studio seemed to be swallowed by darkness, leaving only silence.

The audience held their breath, as if waiting for a grand ceremony to begin.

The host walked back onto the stage, and the spotlight shone on him like a holy light.

His magnetic voice rang out in the silence: "Thank you for the wonderful performance by Liu Sheng's team. Next, let's welcome Luo Li's team to present their work!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Cen Shen walked onto the stage with his head held high and chest out, his steps firm and powerful.

Her long dress swayed gently with her steps, and the stage lights became soft and warm, as if laying the emotional foundation for them.

The light, like the warm spring sun, gently caressed every corner of the stage, seemingly telling the story behind the unfolding tale.

As the music began to play softly, Cen Shen raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the world of music.

When the first note came out of her mouth, her voice was clear and melodious: "The motherland calls from the frontier, and the men remain in the true Loulan. We vow to travel thousands of miles, with the red flag flying high over this beautiful land. We have heard that the young men are not afraid of the cold, and their iron horses cross the mountains and passes through the snow."

Her posture was upright, her hands slightly clenched into fists, as if she were feeling the wind and sand and the passion of the frontier.

As soon as the opera singing began, everyone's bodies trembled. The melodious yet powerful voice was like a phoenix rising from the ashes in the flames, soaring straight into the sky.

The audience was filled with shock, and some even unconsciously straightened their posture, as if drawn by that force.

Cen Shen's eyes revealed determination and resolve. She took a step forward, her arms slightly outstretched, as if she were depicting the magnificent landscape of her motherland, her heart filled with love and longing for that land.

On stage, Cen Shen continued to sing with deep emotion: "If anyone invades China, we shall fight back."

Her voice was high-pitched and passionate, her face slightly flushed, and every word sounded like a vow shouted from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, the stage lights began to flicker, like the flames of war on a battlefield. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Cen Shen's figure appeared even more resolute.

"Flowers are in full bloom, and I have passed by thousands of lights in the alleys of Chang'an."

Cen Shen's voice softened, and she raised her hand slightly, as if touching the illusory lamplight, her eyes revealing her longing and appreciation for the peaceful and prosperous world.

She turned around gently, her steps light, as if strolling through the streets of Chang'an.

"How can this prosperous age be described? The bright moon shines on the magnificent buildings, and peace is sung."

A smile appeared on Cen Shen's face, a smile that contained both satisfaction with the prosperous era and gratitude for the soldiers who protected this prosperity.

She swayed her body gently, perfectly matching the rhythm of the music.

"Now I hear that beacon fires have been lit on the border, so I throw down my pen and ink, don my armor, and head to the desert."

Cen Shen's expression instantly turned serious. She quickly threw away her brush and ink, donned her armor, and made swift and decisive movements without hesitation.

The audience felt as if they were witnessing a scholar transform into a valiant warrior, and a surge of passion welled up within them.

"The north wind howls, my blood is stained with passion; I am willing to dedicate my life to protect the peace and prosperity of the nation."

Cen Shen's singing was filled with deep emotion and pathos. She knelt on one knee, stretching out one hand, as if making a vow to the motherland.

At this moment, the stage lights turned cold and austere, like a gust of cold wind howling past, adding to the solemn atmosphere.

Backstage, Luo Li had tears welling up in her eyes; she was deeply moved by Cen Shen's performance.

She thought of those border heroes who stood guard in the freezing cold, undaunted by life or death.

"When the motherland calls from the frontier, men remain in the true Loulan. We vow to traverse thousands of miles, with the red flag flying high over this beautiful land. We hear that young men are not afraid of the cold, riding iron horses through snow and mountains. If anyone invades China, we will fight."

Cen Shen sang this verse again, her voice becoming more and more impassioned. She stood up and strode across the stage, each step as if she were stepping on enemy territory.

"Now I hear that the border is ablaze with war, so I put down my pen and ink, donned my armor, and headed for the desert. The north wind howls, and my blood is stained with fervor; I am willing to use my body to protect the peace and prosperity of the nation."

Cen Shen's opera singing was melodious yet carried boundless power. Her body spun with the music, her long skirt fluttering like a flag waving on a battlefield.

"If our motherland is ever at war, our sons and daughters will vow to defend our land to the death, and when we return in triumph, we will bring new life to this world."

When that line was sung, the audience's emotions were completely ignited. Some clenched their fists, while others had tears in their eyes, deeply moved by this great sense of patriotism.

"As the sons and daughters of China laugh and talk, the prosperous age is just as the sages wished. All under heaven celebrate another year for China."

As Cen Shen's singing gradually subsided, a relieved smile appeared on her face, and she bowed deeply to the audience.

At this moment, the stage lights softened again, as if drawing a warm conclusion to this stunning performance.

The audience below the stage erupted like a powder keg, bursting into thunderous applause and cheers. The sound was like a surging tide, wave after wave, almost lifting the roof off the entire recording studio.

“‘If our motherland is ever at war, our sons and daughters will defend our land to the death’—this vision has been completely opened up!” An audience member’s face flushed with excitement, his eyes wide open. He patted the shoulder of the person next to him forcefully, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"After listening to this song, I want to join the army!" A young man straightened his back, his face flushed, and his eyes were full of longing. His burning gaze seemed to pierce through the stage, seeing the distant military camp and the fluttering military flag. His fists clenched involuntarily, and the blood in his heart was boiling.

"Ode to Loyal Souls: The vast and mighty China, unparalleled in the world. Civil and military officials, emerging in endless succession. Loyal souls and heroic bones, one after another, following in their footsteps. An eternal legacy, a single thought for a thousand years. Fifty-six ethnic groups, of one blood and one lineage. A century of humiliation, how can we forget? A mournful roar shakes the heavens, those who would die for China, may we drink three hundred cups together in the Yellow Springs!"

"Mr. Zhong Shu said. He is the vice chairman of the music association. He came to be a music critic at the strong invitation of Hu Guangsen. He didn't want the competition to be rigged."

His expression was solemn and dignified, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were savoring the vicissitudes and weight of history, murmuring these words, each one filled with deep love and respect for his motherland.

The live stream was instantly flooded with comments, which fell like snowflakes.

"Enough said. As far as the eye can see, all I see is China. I can see the peaks of the Rocky Mountains and hear the waves of Normandy. Cheers!"

A passionate young man waved his arms on the other side of the screen, as if he were standing on the roof of the world, overlooking the beautiful landscape of his motherland. His eyes shone with fearlessness and pride, and the drive he gave when he spoke seemed to burst through the screen, infecting everyone who saw it.

"With undiminished passion, millions of young men and soldiers, good sons and daughters guard the borders, protect the people and safeguard the country, their pure love is only for the country and the people."

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and in an instant, the entire live stream room resembled a sea of ​​red, with patriotic fervor flowing between every barrage of comments.

The recording studio was filled with reverence for the soldiers and love for the motherland. People looked at each other and could see the burning flame in each other's eyes.

"A song of border-guarding heroes." Someone said softly. These words seemed to have a magical power. They floated out gently, yet landed heavily in everyone's hearts. They represented the voice of everyone and echoed in the hall for a long time, leaving a lingering sound.

"Seven hundred million people, seven hundred million soldiers, ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, ten thousand miles of camps." As soon as this heroic phrase appeared on the screen, it spread like wildfire, being flooded with comments.

Shouts rose and fell from the crowd. Everyone was deeply moved by Luo Li's team's performance, and their patriotism burned like a raging fire, growing stronger and stronger, as if it would illuminate the whole world.

"She is just a young girl, yet she sings of my lofty ambitions."

A music critic tilted his head back slightly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and wore a gratified smile on his lips. The smile contained his appreciation for the singer and his joy at the fact that this patriotic sentiment had been conveyed.

"Excellent! The lyrics express the patriotism of contemporary young men and women, who remain vigilant and eager to fight even in times of peace and prosperity, actively preparing to deal with those who are slightly shameless."

A seasoned music critic sat in the front row of the audience, gazing intently at the stage, nodding in approval, his eyes revealing his recognition of the work and his admiration for the creator.

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, Luo Li walked onto the stage and embraced Cen Shen tightly.

They knew that they had conveyed their sincerest respect and love for soldiers through music, and that this performance would become an unforgettable memory for everyone, inspiring more people to protect the motherland and pass on that great patriotic spirit.

PS: The original singer of the patriotic version of "Spring Never Ends" is Jiang Bingren; the lyrics are by Jiang Hui; and the music is by Zhang Ke and Zheng Hao.