After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 279 The Realm of a Hundred Arts and Crafts

Suddenly, a little girl with pigtails, holding a gift from the Fairy Shrine, pointed to the sky and screamed, "Fairy! It's a fairy!"

The whole street instantly erupted in excitement. The elderly were moved to tears, while the young people looked around blankly.

"Master Song has ascended to heaven again!" The old craftsman selling paper offerings knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly toward the sky.

The residents of the ancient town clasped their hands together and prayed devoutly to the strange phenomenon in the sky, while the tourists who could not see the glow of dawn looked at each other in bewilderment, completely unaware of what was happening.

Since the abolition of the Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, Zhao Huoyan, who has been transferred to the position of mayor of Lingcheng City, was holding his phone, which was broadcasting a live stream of the ascension at Xiaozhushan, and rushed to his car.

Decades have passed, and his steps are no longer as agile as they once were, and a few strands of his hair have turned gray, but his voice is still strong and powerful. He said to the driver, "Get to Xiaozhushan as fast as you can!"

Before he could even reach Xiaozhushan, Song Miaozhu had already flown into the seven-colored light gate with her spiritual creatures on his phone screen.

As soon as they entered, the seven-colored light gate in the sky, along with the rosy glow of the heavens, all vanished without a trace.

At the same time, all cultivators around the world discovered that the seven-colored light gate that had been hanging high in their spiritual space, which had long been depleted of spiritual energy, had also disappeared.

"So that really was the gate to the immortal realm!"

"It's a pity we couldn't climb up to that height and go through that door."

"Our era of cultivation has truly come to an end; no one can become an immortal anymore."

"Why didn't Master Song's ascension to immortality trigger a new global surge of spiritual energy? I really want those younger generations to see the magnificent scene of cultivation decades ago."

"Master Song only ascended to heaven today, so the previous rumors were false?"

"She ascended from Xiaozhushan. She couldn't have stayed in Xiaozhushan all these years!"

"How do tourists who seek immortality on that mountain manage to stay undetected while living there?"

"The key point is, spiritual energy has been cut off for so many years, where did she get the spiritual energy to cultivate to the point of ascension!"

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All the remaining questions and doubts became unsolved mysteries with Song Miaozhu's ascension.

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As soon as Song Miaozhu flew into the seven-colored light gate, a unique melody rang in her ears.

The melody is like the trembling of an oil-paper umbrella against a silk surface when it snaps open in a rainy alley in Jiangnan, and like the crisp "pop" of a celadon embryo bursting in the kiln fire in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is also mixed with the soft "rustling" sound of her fingertips gently rubbing raw Xuan paper when she makes paper offerings over the years.

These three sounds intertwined in a wondrous way, composing a heavenly welcoming melody.

A flash of seven-colored light appeared before her eyes, and she found herself floating in a strange world.

The sky here is ablaze with the colors of Shu brocade, each wisp of cloud shimmering with the brilliance of woven gold and brocade. A rainbow, transformed from Suzhou embroidery, stretches across the sky, its stitches so fine that even the inheritors of Gu embroidery would be amazed. The flowing clouds, each with its own distinct front and back, resemble the two-sided spectacle of double-sided embroidery, with "needle shadows" occasionally flashing like shooting stars among the clouds. On the earth, the river flows like the glaze of Tang Dynasty celadon, its clear surface concealing the verdant peaks beneath. Each splash transforms into countless crackled fragments of Ru ware, only to reassemble themselves upon returning to the river's surface.

The distant main peak is entirely vermilion, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be made of layers of Chu lacquer from the Warring States period. Where the lacquer has peeled off, one can see the Taotie pattern carved by the craftsmen with knives instead of brushes, which floats in the dim light. The surrounding trees are all carved with Huizhou ink, and the veins of the leaves reveal the brushstrokes of calligraphy. In the end, what fell down was actually a "movable type" used for movable type printing. These lead characters automatically arranged into wonderful poems as they landed.

Amidst the mountains and waters, wooden carvings of Pixiu perch on the upturned eaves of wooden palaces, while auspicious paper-cut clouds float through the window lattices of paper palaces. Celadon cranes preen their feathers by the stream, silk-embroidered phoenixes rest on paulownia trees, embroidered butterflies alight on black jade peonies, and cloisonné chimes automatically play the "Rainbow Feather Garment Dance." The air is filled with the delicate fragrance of sandalwood being carved...

These diverse "celestial palaces" and "celestial spirits" create a picture that transcends imagination.

Everything was beyond Song Miaozhu's comprehension.

At this moment, the sky was like a weaver girl with her sleeves hanging down, and streaks of seven-colored embroidery threads poured down from the clouds. The stitches were so fine that they were like flowing starlight. Gold and silver threads intertwined with colorful silk and brocade, and in an instant, they sewed a dazzling "seven-colored fairy robe" for her.

Then, a faint celestial melody came from the depths of the sky, its sound like the harmonious tolling of chimes: "The myriad arts of the human world decline and are reborn, are born and are destroyed. Now I bestow upon you the 'Power of the Myriad Arts,' to govern creation and perpetuate the work of nature!"

After she finished speaking, three colorful orbs of light landed lightly in her palm and transformed into three treasures.

At the same time, a dazzling seven-colored ray of light, like a swimming dragon, disappeared into her brow.

Song Miaozhu felt a sudden clarity in her mind, and a massive amount of information surged into her consciousness like a spring tide.

In an instant, a complete picture of this world appeared in her mind—this place is called "The Realm of a Hundred Arts and Crafts," a mysterious world formed from the essence of all kinds of human skills.

The artistic conception of painters wielding their brushes in the mortal world, the ingenuity of embroiderers threading needles, the superb skill of sculptors, the dedication of chefs blending the five flavors... all the life's work of craftsmen is condensed into eternity in this world. Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass and every tree is forged by the skills of the world.

The "sky" in "Hundred Arts and Crafts Realm" is not an ordinary sky, but an "endless embroidery scroll" woven from the crystallization of the skills of embroiderers throughout the ages.

The land of "Hundred Arts and Crafts Realm" is not made of earth and stone, but is a concrete representation of the myriad arts and crafts of humankind.

The scattered palaces were not made of gold and jade. The eaves of the wooden palaces soared like the wings of a yellow crane. The paper cutouts on the windows of the paper palaces trembled in the wind. The curtains of the embroidered palaces were adorned with the double-sided embroidery of Suzhou and Hangzhou. The screen walls of the stone palaces reflected the warm luster of Shoushan stone carvings. Each palace was a manifestation of a craft.

Those graceful immortals are not made of flesh and blood. The priests transformed from Liangzhu jade cong hold ritual implements, the Tang tri-colored horses raise their hooves and neigh, the sandalwood cranes stretch their necks and preen their feathers, and the boxwood carved maidens are burning incense in the corridor... all are the "essence of things" nurtured by the treasures of nature.

The size of the celestial palace reflects the rise and fall of craftsmanship, while the number of celestial beings represents the essence of creation.

The art of papercraft has produced this "fairy," and the Papercraft Fairy Palace is currently glowing with a clear, shimmering light, appearing much larger than other fairy palaces.

The spirits that ascended with her are now at the Paper Art Fairy Palace.

The little paper servants transformed into white paper dolls and, holding the Spirit Gathering Lucky Dolls for tonight, had a water fight by the Clear Heart Lake next to the Fairy Palace.

Zhangli, Yanfeng, Guanhong, and Yuelin sat around a table playing mahjong, while Yiheng was reading a book.

Even the spirit of her haunted house shrank into a small house with its legs spread apart, watching the card game from the sidelines.