I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 315 - 225 The Man with His Own BGM_2

Chapter 315: Chapter 225 The Man with His Own BGM_2

He had tried entering all kinds of dreams.

Within a spiritual power coverage area of five hundred meters, he could freely enter and exit the dreams of the villagers.

These days, his experiences during dream entry had been bizarre.

In this vast stage of dreams, Chen Yun had become an invisible director, moving between the dreams of the villagers, witnessing one outlandish scene after another.

He had learned how to cleverly weave or alter the course of dreams without startling the dreamer, a test of his control power as well as a feast of creativity and imagination.

He had once helped an old fisherman in his dream catch a legendary deep-sea monster, making the old man laugh like a child; and in a child’s dream, he had constructed an enormous flying candy house, allowing the child’s innocent fantasies to soar through the skies.

Because he could enter dreams by way of soul emergence.

Chen Yun’s steps had not halted these days; his journey through dreams continued among friends and family.

And this experience of spontaneously wandering through dreams at the ends of the earth without stepping out the door felt extraordinarily different for Chen Yun.

In his father’s dream, although holding the unexpected fortune Chen Yun had given, his father’s life still maintained its usual calm and routine. He dreamt of using the money to renovate the old family home, every brick and tile exuding the warmth of home.

His mother’s dream was filled with tenderness and love; she dreamt of buying the warmest clothes for the family with that money, everyone’s smiling face blooming like spring flowers in the dream.

His younger brother’s dream was full of vitality and hope; he raised his middle school exam score proudly in the dream, his eyes shining with anticipation and confidence for the future.

Bai Shi was seen in his dream holding countless treasures and antiques, his face visibly excited.

As for Jiang Anping, recently recovered from a serious illness, her dream was warm yet slightly melancholic. She walked through a hillside covered with wildflowers, with the setting sun in the distance. It was hard to imagine that this usually calm and cool person appeared so poetic in her dream.

Chen Yun did not do much in the dreams of his friends and family, only quietly watched over everyone’s true hearts like a deity from a supreme level.

Each entry into a dream was a gentle exploration of others’ inner worlds and a continual expansion of his own mental bounds.

Chen Yun found it hard to describe what this felt like.

But he knew.

In this kind of dream journey, he felt increasingly superior.

Thus, he tried to shift his focus.

He started simulating more complex social interactions in dreams, exercising his mental tactics and strategic thinking, imagining various scenarios he might encounter in hazardous real-life battles. Although these simulations were limited by his own understanding, they were at least helpful at the strategic level.

As it turned out, it seemed to be somewhat effective.

Chen Yun also unexpectedly discovered that by maintaining precise control over specific dream details for extended periods, his concentration and endurance had significantly improved. This made him realize that even if he couldn’t directly convert dream skills into real combat skills, this kind of training at least strengthened his foundational spiritual power, which was undoubtedly a great gain.

As time passed, Chen Yun gradually shifted the focus of his Dream Entry Ability training to the deeper development of his spiritual power. He attempted to construct complex and detailed mazes in his dreams, challenging his ability to make calm judgments and quick decisions under extreme pressure; or he simulated scenarios with multiple crises to exercise his ability to multitask under high stress.

Each successful control left him feeling invigorated upon waking, as if even his real-world thinking speed and responsiveness had subtly improved.

Time passed quickly in this day-to-day exploration and practice.

On the morning of April 26,

sitting in the yard reminiscing about the recent experiences, Chen Yun paused his recollection and started on the day’s real business.

Just like many previous days, this morning also required practicing telekinesis.

After controlling numerous little wooden swords to take flight,

Chen Yun closed his eyes and quietly tried to stir the air using his telekinesis.

With the relatively efficient training in recent times,

he felt that his control of telekinesis had significantly improved.

It was just a thought.

And the air around him buzzed.

That was the telekinesis vibrating the air.

He had tried, using telekinesis to control the air to produce sound, but had always struggled to succeed.

He had once managed to create different sounds of poor quality in the air using his telekinesis.

But after these days of practicing telekinesis,

he felt different.

The sound he controlled and emitted through the vibration of air was much clearer now, with the different musical scales resembling do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti discernible to an audience.

Thinking of this.

Chen Yun decisively tried the bold idea that had emerged in his mind:

Maybe...

He could become a man with his own background music!

Thinking about it, Chen Yun controlled the wooden sword to fly around with telekinesis while using some of his telekinesis to vibrate the air.

A melody emerged, blurry and of poor quality and tone.

As Chen Yun experimented, a series of slightly rough, but distinctive and rhythmic melodies floated around the courtyard.

This was his second attempt at "playing" music with telekinesis; the previous attempt had been while riding an orca, creating his own background music for his loud singing.

However, that singing had lacked any technique, relying more on emotion.

It wasn’t pleasant listening at all.

The telekinetic background music was merely a minor embellishment.

This time, however, the situation was different as he was seriously trying to create music using telekinesis.

Each note seemed to leap through the air, not perfect, but filled with novelty and fun.

"Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti..."

These basic scales, under Chen Yun’s direction, flowed out somewhat awkwardly but steadily.

Chen Yun felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment as if he had opened a new door to a world that perfectly combined spiritual power and art.

As he practiced more, Chen Yun started trying simple melodies, such as the children’s song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Though simple, the melody carried an indescribable magical quality under the performance of his telekinesis, as if the natural sounds of wind, running water, and birdcalls were given rhythm, weaving together into a wonderful symphony.

But in his opinion, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" didn’t quite match the scene of swords flying around.

So, Chen Yun tried playing some of the "Immortal Sword Hero" soundtracks he had listened to before.

With his ability, he naturally didn’t need sheet music; he could decipher those tracks from memory instantly.

Following the musical scores, different tunes appeared out of nowhere.

The new tunes, though clumsy and of overall poor quality,

nevertheless paired well with the controlled chaos of the flying swords.

This made Chen Yun feel unusually cool and amused.

Moreover, as time passed, Chen Yun’s "performance" started to become more fluent, the transitions between notes became more natural, and the melodies more pleasant.

Aside from the poor sound quality, it was, at last, bearable to listen to.

He felt as though, with each vibration of telekinesis, particles in the air danced joyfully, and the whole yard seemed enveloped by an invisible musical atmosphere.

Although the tone and sound quality were poor, nearly inferior to any human-made music player, it was at least recognizable as music.

This brought Chen Yun exceptional happiness.

At this moment, he was no longer just training his telekinesis, but enjoying the pleasure of creation.

Each attempt was a new exploration, and every advance strengthened his belief that the limits of telekinesis were far beyond imagination.

"Maybe, this is another charm of becoming extraordinary. I can not only change matter but can also create art."

Chen Yun mused internally, a smile involuntarily forming on his lips.

It is well-known, Qiao Feng’s superpower involves battling with a stereo, never losing while his own bgm plays.

Chen Yun’s stereo, however, was hidden within the endless air.

From today.

He, just like Qiao Feng, was a man with his own bgm!