Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

A holy light shot into the sky from Yan Huan's center, as if to send all the dancers to heaven.

Yinzhi silently watched Yan Huan's body dance in the still rain, and her whole being seemed to be purified.

The power contained in this dance is beyond the control of ordinary people.

Gradually, in the light, the silver branch, which had been holding upside down, slowly let go, bent its legs, and landed on the ground again.

He stood on the field, his heart broken, silently gazing at the only source of light in the darkness.

Until the music ends.

The light slowly faded away.

Yan Huan also landed on the ground and stopped speaking.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The rain gradually subsided and then disappeared completely.

"What's the name of this dance?" Yinzhi couldn't help but ask.

Call me whatever you want.

Yan Huan said seriously:

"How about it, do you want to continue?"

Yinzhi took a deep breath and slowly shook her head:

"No need."

"I lost……"

Chapter 740 Is there even a need to choose?

"I understand what you all mean... I concede."

Yinzhi looked at Liuying and Yanhuan:

"Beautiful, beautiful... what a wonderful duel!"

"The two of you have made me realize that I still need to work harder to uphold Idrila's reputation... What a beautiful lesson."

"Go forth, my dearest friend, beautiful lady, the crown of the audition belongs to you..."

"I will be here watching you all bathed in the spotlight, joining the audience in offering our sincerest cheers and applause."

Firefly nodded politely:

"Our time is running out... Until we meet again, pure and beautiful knight."

Seeing the road appear behind her, Liu Ying looked at Yan Huan:

"In that case... let's head towards the finish line."

“That’s only right.” Yan Huan nodded and followed Liu Ying forward.

As she walked, Liu Ying couldn't help but sigh:

"Pinocone really has a lot of talented people..."

"Hopefully we're not in time."

……

now.

Yan Huan and Liu Ying have already arrived at the so-called [Road to Superstars] in their marbles.

At the same time, an announcement was made over the air:

"Congratulations to Yan Huan and Liu Ying for winning the championship of this Hot Sand Festival!"

"Let's look forward to their wonderful performance at the Harmonious Music Festival!"

Let's give a warm round of applause to our two outstanding young guests!

Suddenly, a small door opened on the side of the road to superstardom.

Himeko and San Yueqi walked out of the small door and happened to see Yan Huan and Liu Ying.

"Ha, I knew you guys could win the championship!" March 7th laughed.

"So? Tell me how many times you cheated!"

"Just kidding," Yan Huan said seriously.

"I only used the consciousness modification once, okay? The judges were just too mean."

"At other times, it's all about strength!"

"By the way... what are you guys doing here? Are you champions too?"

"Obviously not." March 7th shook his head.

“We were eliminated in the second round, but Mr. Edwin knew we were in cahoots, so he left us here to wait.”

"If the final champions are the two of you, then we can meet up directly."

"If not... then we'll have to leave."

Ji Zi smiled slightly:

"Congratulations! Regardless of the circumstances, you are the champions of the preliminary rounds."

"Let's put the celebrations aside for now and get down to business."

After a brief exchange, the four walked together toward the end of the road to superstardom.

This is a floating platform, where a man has been waiting for a long time.

"..."

"?"

Seeing Sunday here, Yan Huan asked in confusion:

"How come you're not dead?"

"Hehe, what does Mr. Yan Huan mean by this?"

On Sunday, he slowly turned around. The wound on his face had not yet healed, and there was still a large bump on his head.

But he still spoke calmly and unhurriedly:

"Congratulations to all of you for becoming stars of this grand musical event. Before entering the Grand Theater..."

"On behalf of the organizers, I extend my heartfelt congratulations to you all, and may you enjoy joy under His light."

Yan Huan pointed to Sunday's tattered clothes and questioned:

"So... you just escaped here for your life, right?"

"Where is the alliance leader? Why isn't he hunting you down?"

On Sunday, he wiped the blood from his nose from his face and remained calm.

“Mr. Walter… has other things to attend to right now, so naturally he doesn’t have time to talk to me.”

"Wait, wait, wait." March 7th's brain almost crashed:

"What does he mean by that? Did Uncle Yang inflict the injuries on him? Why did he hit him?"

Liu Ying frowned slightly:

"Clearly... he has a problem."

"Look, Miss Robin isn't here."

"Hehe...it seems you all care quite a bit about my sister," Sunday said with a slight smile.

"As her elder brother, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone on her behalf."

"As promised before, I, my family, and Mr. Walter have met with the Dreamer and had in-depth discussions with him about the truth of Pinocone and the Star Core, and reached a consensus—"

"In the end, a conclusion was reached."

Sunday remained calm:

"—The Oak family and I cannot agree to your demands."

"Alright, no need for further words."

Yan Huan immediately pulled out her weapon:

"You shouldn't have run here. Since the alliance leader carelessly let you escape, let me clean up his mess!"

Himeko stretched out her hand, blocking Yan Huan's path:

"Let's wait and hear his reasons for doing this."

Sunday glanced at everyone and explained:

“We agree with the views of the anonymous guests that Pinocchio needs to change, but certainly not in the way you are asking for.”

"The Star of the Grand Event must never, and will never, return to a chaotic, lawless place where dreams are chased by the strong."

Sunday's gaze was profound:

"Having overcome numerous obstacles along the way, you should have more or less experienced a microcosm of that era."

"The vulnerable are ruthlessly eliminated, and equality is nowhere to be found."

"In the brutal competition, people live hand to mouth, struggling to make ends meet..."

“Finally,” Sunday said, looking at the four of them.

"Only heroes like you can achieve success."

"But let me ask you—Mr. Yan Huan."

On Sunday, staring at Yan Huan, he questioned:

"If you didn't have the special identity bestowed upon you by the Star Core, you would just be one of the masses... Which Pinocchio would you prefer?"