Since Shen Le had acquired these pottery fragments, the Artifact Spirits had always been quiet and composed. This was the first time he had seen them so eager:
Those that could burrow downward did so, while those that could float rose upward, churning the porcelain clay in the large box into a haze of dust and commotion.
Even the pottery pieces Shen Le had yet to carry over, still sitting on the large tray in the middle, began to tremble slightly, tilt, and shift toward the box of porcelain clay.
They looked just like travelers who had been away from home for years, carrying their bundles as they slowly made their way down the path leading back to their hometown.
Nervous as they neared home, wanting to move forward yet hesitating—but upon seeing the Great Camphor Tree at the entrance to the village, they could no longer hold back and broke into a run...
"Fine, fine..."
Shen Le sighed and waved a hand. An invisible vortex of wind enveloped the tray, lifting the pottery pieces one by one and gently carrying them toward the box of porcelain clay.
They slowly sank and were slowly set down, kept from colliding with one another as much as possible, allowed to settle peacefully and quietly into the porcelain clay.
Before long, they adjusted themselves into suitable positions, piecing together a somewhat incomplete Pottery House whose rough shape was already visible.
Then, the porcelain clay in the box continuously contracted and compressed inward, gathering into the missing roof, walls, railings, and even various human and animal figurines...
By the time the box had completely fallen still, the layer of earth inside had been reduced by nearly half.
The mostly restored Pottery House sat steadily in the box, its surface occasionally rippling with a grayish-green