The solemn sound faded.
The candles in the courtyard went out. The Dragon Spirit Silk screen gave off a pure white glow, rippling like waves. Behind the enormous banner stood a huge, shallow square tank, divided into countless "well"-shaped compartments, each containing a fluorescent jellyfish drifting about and glowing.
Quan Yuxuan poured in his blood and qi while Quan Guangqin methodically turned the spindle, flipping through the picture book in sequence.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The pages turned.
Colors shifted across the Dragon Spirit Silk. The dazzling white light became daylight; geese swept across the sky, and yellow sands filled the heavens.
"It changed, it changed!" Xiang ChangSong unconsciously craned his neck forward.
"It looks just like the real thing."
Everyone marveled.
"It really does resemble Desert North." Yang Dongxiong stared without blinking, lost in memories and nostalgia.
The artistic style of Blue Cat and Brown Rat had been utterly unlike real scenery. Now that the latter's immersive realism had been brought before their eyes, its impact was undoubtedly far stronger! Liang Qu adjusted his seat, wrapped an arm around E Ying, and settled into a more comfortable position against the long bench. He watched as the "camera" looked down from above, day turning into black night, while a long procession marched forward with bonfires held aloft, like a fiery serpent.
There had been little advice he had given Quan Linghan, mainly two points.
One was the use and switching of "camera shots." Many unique modes of expression had emerged through constant iteration; without them, too much color would be lost, leaving everything dry and lifeless.
The other concerned the choice of "script."
How could the impact be maximized? Not by inventing new stories and displaying endless "ideas," but by giving old stories a new face and retelling them anew!
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