Can I... live?
The myriad wild ideas about mechanisms had yet to fade from Xi Xiangyi's mind. Her thoughts about the present turned with the difficulty of rusted iron gears.
Xi Ming... what happened...
My home...
Only then came that final sentence—"Make artifacts for me."
Her spiritual sense felt struck by Thunder Strike, and her bones cracked with a startling report. Xi Xiangyi jerked her head up. As her short hair flew, it was impossible to tell whether it was sweat or tears on her face. "No!"
She shouted her refusal.
As though only a cry with all her strength could express her resistance: "True creation cannot be born within a cage. I will never make artifacts for you. I create only for inspiration that is free!"
Grand City was, above all, a city of rules.
Within that city, hard as iron, she had created in shackles, beneath discipline that was everywhere, within barriers as far as the eye could see, repeating those tedious lessons of mechanism theory until they were seared into her heart.
When the Antiquarian Faction expelled her from Grand City, it was instead like releasing a bird into the forest.
In the turbulent The Present World, she had seen stars blazing brilliantly. In the demon lands where not a day passed without battle, she had seen the fire of civilization.
After coming to the Divine Firmament World, she had truly felt the wonders of all the heavens and gained the freshness of countless new ideas. Every day gave birth to new inspiration, and she possessed the freedom to let that inspiration flourish without limit.
Yes. Her body and soul rejected this. The creation of puppet art should not follow another's commands. She absolutely could not return her creations to a cage.
Shu Xiulang closed his five