My Synthesizer Has Talent

This change was incredibly strange.

The power felt as if it originated from within him.

From himself.

It was an indescribable enlightenment.

He finally understood why it was called the All-Knowing Dao Path.

Or rather, the path to Omniscience.

It wasn’t just about knowing; it was also about doing.

One shouldn’t assume something is simple just because they know about it.

But doing it is different.

Completely different.

The imprint of Omniscience appeared on Su Qing.

Su Qing had come to an understanding.

Just now, he had composed a melody of his own, created from countless musical scores.

’What?’

Su Qing could feel a massive seed within one of his Micro Acupoint Great Worlds.

It was actually trembling at this moment, and the power of Life it contained surged, growing stronger.

Praise the Sound of Origin.

"Is this a melody that moves the soul?" Su Qing chuckled softly.

He had another realization.

Praise the Sound of Origin.

It wasn’t just hearing a simple piece of music; it was listening to the voice within Su Qing’s heart.

Understanding his own inner voice—that was the sound that truly moved the soul.

This seed sought to understand the heart, to hear the voices within the souls of living beings, to hear the sound of metamorphosis.

"It’s just that the Energy I’ve given it seems to be very little," Su Qing mused with a smile.

He grew more and more curious about this enormous seed.

It was said to be a flower.

’A flower is good. Blooming in the Star Sea, dazzling all who see it, born from hearing the transformative, sublimating changes within the hearts of countless living beings.’

Su Qing was incredibly curious about this kind of Sound of Origin, and even more so about the flower it would become.

Unfortunately...

To make it truly sprout, it would likely require the Energy of hundreds of people like him.

In the end, Su Qing’s excitement faded, and he became calm.

He gently began to play the final movement.

...

The melody ended, the sound faded.

He was back in the library once more.

Manla appeared before him.

It was growing ever more curious about Su Qing’s abilities.

"Guest, you seem far too intelligent. You’ve only read two books, yet you’ve already awakened the All-Knowing Dao Path?"

"It was just an accident."

"Can the Wisdom Dao Path also be understood from these books?"

"Of course."

"However, you would do well to change your thinking. What is the difference between the Wisdom Dao Path and the All-Knowing Dao Path?"

"Understood."

In truth, Su Qing already more or less understood.

’It’s like a musical score.’

’There are only seven notes, so why can they be arranged into ever-changing melodies?’

’It’s because of the arrangement.’

’From the first note to the seventh.’

’That is logic.’

’From one point to another.’

’That is logic.’

’Creating a score is, in fact, quite similar to this.’

’I can learn other skills too.’

’I’ll just treat it as a way to relax.’

Su Qing picked up a book about painting.

As he began to read, things were different this time.

The Space around him transformed completely into the scenery from the paintings.

It was as if he held pigments in his hand, able to alter the landscapes.

He felt as if he were inside the paintings themselves.

It was beautiful.

Because more than half of the paintings in the book were of beautiful scenery.

Of course, there was the other half, which Su Qing’s aesthetic sense couldn’t quite grasp. He couldn’t understand them at all.

After all, the artworks collected in the book were likely created by different living beings.

Their perspectives on the world were all different.

And so, the resulting images were different too.

Su Qing could only accept them.

Embrace these images.

From within the paintings, he began to deduce the artists’ thoughts.

’What could the artist have been thinking?’

Su Qing wandered between the paintings, lost in thought.

Some of the paintings that Su Qing found less appealing were those with dark, oppressive color palettes.

’If I look at this kind of image from a different angle...’

’...what would it be like?’

Su Qing slowly drifted among the various paintings.

Suddenly,

he stopped.

The seed within his Micro Acupoint Great World...

...had once again absorbed a surge of Energy.

This burst of Energy definitely did not come from Su Qing.

’How strange. This image is so distorted, so flat, and the use of color seems completely illogical.’

’Logic?’

Su Qing seemed to understand something.

He began to study the painting slowly.

It wasn’t a landscape.

It was an indescribable... something, like a distorted spatial structure drawn on paper.

It was all just various lines, but the colors were completely mismatched.

’Is this art?’

’Who could possibly understand this?’

Su Qing couldn’t help but complain wryly to himself.

Su Qing studied it for a long time but couldn’t find anything unusual. If the seed in his Micro Acupoint Great World hadn’t alerted him, he wouldn’t have lingered before this scroll for so long.

’Wait a minute!’

’Looking?’

Su Qing circulated his Magical Power, changing his vision to black and white.

No colors.

Only lines.

Although the lines were somewhat distorted and a bit unsteady,

Su Qing seemed to understand what it was a painting of.

’I see.’

’No wonder there were distorted circles, no wonder the space felt indistinct.’

’This was... painted by a living being who could not see the world, who did not know color.’

’No wonder the lines were constantly overlapping.’

’So that’s how it is.’

’If it were painted by a human, then the artist would have been blind.’

’A blind person who could not see the world.’

’The painting they created...’

’...was, in a sense, everything they perceived from the perspective of someone who is blind.’

’Yes.’

’Who says an artist must be able to see the world clearly?’

’Even without sight, one can still create a painting like this.’

’This is art.’

’You, seed, have taught me another lesson.’

After his thoughts became clear, Su Qing once again felt an indescribable power light up from the depths of his soul.

It dotted the void like a Star, shining brightly.

’The Wisdom Dao Path is about controlling logic.’

’First, one must step outside of logic.’

’Who said a blind person can’t paint?’

This painting.

It had received a response from the Praise the Sound of Origin.

Su Qing knew.

This wasn’t praising suffering.

It was praising the heart that bravely faces suffering.

Gradually,

Su Qing finished looking through the rest of the paintings.

He reappeared in the library.

Manla appeared, looking puzzled.

"You? Human."

"You are the most peculiar human I have ever seen. You’ve read just three books and awakened the power of two Dao Paths."

"How on earth did you do it?"

"How did I do it?"

"Perhaps I’ve experienced too much."

"Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was because the books gave me so many new feelings."

"These completely new experiences have benefited me greatly."

"You don’t mind if I stay here and read for a while longer, do you?" Su Qing asked with a smile.

Manla couldn’t help but find it amusing. "Of course not, child."

"I can feel that you are walking the path to Omniscience."

"Keep moving forward, child, while you can still make progress."

"Thank you," Su Qing smiled.

He no longer obsessed over awakening Dao Paths.

The books in here.

They were incredibly interesting and vivid. Each one showed Su Qing peculiar new ways of thinking.

There were also rich historical accounts and the chronicles of every race’s rise to civilization.

There were even historical records of races that had long since vanished from history.

All of it was contained within these books.

...

「Gradually.」

Su Qing was gradually forgotten by the living beings in the Taichu Daoist Palace.

Only the members of the Black Abyss Dynasty...

...had not yet forgotten Su Qing.

But within the Taichu Daoist Palace,

no violence was permitted anywhere except the Taichu Dao Platform.

This caused even the beings of the Black Abyss Dynasty to slowly forget about him.

Calculated according to the Taichu Era,

Su Qing had been reading in this library for at least three years.

He had gained profound insights during this time—insights that surpassed more than a decade of his previous cultivation.

...