Wang Quan had cast spells twice.
Moreover, they should both have been spells of the same kind.
This spell turned lifeless things into living beings, much like the Creation Art, but far more wondrous.
It resembled spells for granting sentience, conjuring transformations, and the like.
Yet it surpassed all the spells they knew.
More wondrous still, the beings Wang Quan's spells created could actually turn lifeless things into spirit monsters through speech.
They could even give these things different personalities.
Such methods lay entirely beyond their understanding.
At that moment, they simply could not tell whether this was an Illusion Art or some other kind of spell.
Just then, the millstone raced along, suddenly leaped up, and sliced the great tree into sections with a clattering crash.
The flower sprite danced happily on the remains of the tree.
Then the sections of wood sprouted hands and feet on their own, snapped off their branches, and hopped up to the mountaintop.
The millstone rolled uphill from below and settled in the middle.
The flower sprite called to the mountain winds to blow the ashes off the wood and millstone, then went into a patch of wildflowers and called out some more flower sprites.
These flower sprites used blossoms as drinking cups, pouring nectar, dew, and the like into them.
"Everyone, please!" Wang Quan said.
Everyone sat down, drank dew, and savored nectar.
Just then, a commotion came from the foot of the mountain.
They looked into the distance and saw wine jars jumping down by themselves where the supplies were piled at the mountain's foot.
These wine jars sprouted legs and feet, resembling potbellied men or women. Carrying pots, bowls, ladles, basins, and the like, they sang and danced straight toward the mountaintop.
The woman formed from the evening clouds turned