Song Shi'an's eyes widened, and he exclaimed inwardly, "Wow, there's a master among us! Old Zhang's sword flourishes are a bit too natural."
The Moon-Embracing in his hand was like chopsticks; with a casual flick of his wrist, it would create a circle of silver light. When sheathing the sword, he would habitually sling it behind his back.
He almost went up to them and asked, "Please accept my bow, would you like to become my disciple?"
Lin Fan rushed in from outside the studio, panting. "Brother! The opening ceremony is about to start, and there are tons of people outside!"
Song Shi'an took the mask from the stylist and tucked his silver hair into his jacket hood. "Are there that many people at the start of filming?"
Lin Fan was so excited he was practically dancing with joy. "We came in from the other side, so we avoided it. The opening ceremony area was absolutely incredible, it was packed with Teacher Zhou's fans!"
Song Shi'an nodded knowingly. So far, only the male lead, Zhou Yiyang, has been publicly announced. The other characters have not been officially announced yet, so naturally only his fans have come.
He has a whopping 60 million followers on Weibo, so you can imagine the scale of his popularity.
He put on a mask, draped a long coat over most of his costume, and followed the group toward the opening ceremony.
When Zhou Yiyang appeared, it was absolutely earth-shattering; the screams almost overturned the control panel.
Song Shi'an glanced around and saw that there must be at least ten thousand people. The dense crowd stretched from one end of the square to the other. And these must be big shots; they're just different.
Song Shi'an stood in the second row, and several lead actors stepped forward one by one to offer incense.
His white hair was so striking that even though he was standing in the back row, sharp-eyed fans immediately spotted him, and the camera zoomed in with incredible clarity.
Song Shi'an, who was just trending on social media, is trending again. The hashtag " Song Shi'an plays Si Qinglan " is followed by the word "hot".
"Damn it! Letting that pervert play Si Qinglan? Either he dies, or I die!"
"Hahaha, I'm going crazy, why him...?"
"What's wrong with Song Shi'an? His two latest dramas are both excellent; he has both good looks and acting skills. Why are people criticizing him?"
"I won't comment on the show until it airs, but I hope it's well-made!"
"I don't care, everyone can see Song Shi'an's acting skills, I'll give him my support!"
"Yes, I binged all his dramas overnight. Every character he plays is so compelling, whether they're positive or negative. He brings a unique feeling to everyone, doesn't he?"
"I'm a book fan, and the makeup and styling shown so far are very faithful to the original work. I'm really looking forward to it..."
Lin Fan squatted in the corner, frantically praising the positive reviews.
His brother is so outstanding, everyone should see it! Three alternate accounts took turns liking his posts until their fingers almost cramped.
After the opening ceremony, Song Shi'an searched for Lin Fan for a while before finally finding him behind the opening console.
Lin Fan was squatting in the corner with his butt sticking out, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his face.
Song Shi'an leaned over for a look. " Lin Fan, what are you doing?"
Lin Fan whirled around, nearly dropping his phone. "It's nothing, it's nothing! Is the launch ceremony over?"
Song Shi'an looked at Lin Fan, who was acting suspiciously, and nodded. "Yes, we'll start filming after a quick touch-up. Today, the main characters are filming the battle between gods and demons first, so we'll just do some rehearsals."
Lin Fan quickly stood up. "Okay, bro!" So exciting, the first game is already this thrilling!
The first scene features Zhou Yiyang as the male lead, Ling Yan, entirely against a green screen, and a later scene depicting a cloud dragon resisting a demon invasion.
Song Shi'an had nothing to do with the main character; he only appeared in the second scene when Yunlong transformed into human form and extracted the dragon marrow.
He sat on the sidelines, looking at his lines and thinking about how he should act later.
The scene where Si Qinglan extracts the dragon marrow is the most painful and memorable scene in the entire book, bar none.
To personally dig out the bone marrow and strip away the dragon marrow of one's destiny is equivalent to stripping away half of one's immortal bones and original spiritual power. It is a cruel torture of bone-scraping and heart-gouging, with excruciating pain that penetrates to the bone and soul, yet one must protect the divine soul of the deity.
Book fans have analyzed this passage countless times, considering it the pinnacle of Si Qinglan's character development.
If he couldn't portray that extreme, tragic resolve, he really would be hung on the wall...
Lin Fan sat next to him, watching Zhou Yiyang fight against thin air in front of the green screen.
One moment he's swinging his sword at a non-existent demon, the next he's dodging a non-existent attack, and then he's shouting at a non-existent cloud dragon.
Song Shi'an couldn't help but sigh, "The actors' sense of conviction is really strong; you can tell what they're acting even when they're facing thin air."
The director yelled "Cut!": " Teacher Zhou, that was a good take! Teacher Song, it'll be your turn soon. Do you need a little more practice?"
Song Shi'an really wanted to say, "Can't you just let him go crazy and act here all by himself...?"
But he still stood up, took off his coat and handed it to Lin Fan, then walked to the center of the green screen.
The director nodded. "Just do your best. If it doesn't work the first time, we'll do it a few more times."
At the sound of "start, "Song Shi'an instantly got into character.
The smoke of the war between gods and demons had not yet cleared when Yunlong transformed into human form and knelt on the scorched earth.
His silver hair fell over his shoulders, and his immortal robes were stained with the black blood of demons.
The divine essence of the deity was shattering into golden specks before him, leaking through his fingers.
Without hesitation, he raised his right hand, clenched his fingers, and fiercely slammed them into his warm, burning chest!
It forcefully pierced through layers of skin, flesh, meridians, and even the very bones!
Excruciating pain suddenly swept through my limbs and bones, a cruel torture as if my very essence was being torn apart!
The tearing sensation of bones shattering and meridians breaking gnawed at the soul, every inch of flesh trembling and groaning wildly.
His internal organs felt as if they were being crushed, churned, and torn by a tremendous force, causing his meridians to bulge and his skin to turn as white as paper in an instant.
The veins in his neck bulged and tightened, cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead, and a sharp pain shot up his spine to the top of his head, almost crushing his consciousness completely.
He clenched his teeth tightly, a muffled groan escaping his throat, the metallic scent of blood surging and dripping down his pale lips, each drop landing on his blood-stained, moon-white robe, blooming into scorching flowers of blood.
Dragon marrow is the lifeblood of the dragon race, accompanying them from birth to the primordial chaos, cultivating an immortal body for ten thousand years, and sharing the same origin with their divine soul and flesh.
At that moment, he exerted his own strength, and his five fingers suddenly tightened!
A silent tearing sound reverberated through his body, his unseen immortal bones crumbled inch by inch, and his natal spiritual veins were completely severed.
He forcefully ripped out the dragon marrow embedded deep within his bones, blood, and soul!
He personally peeled and lifted out a clear, translucent primordial dragon marrow, shimmering with a faint blue light, from his chest cavity.
The moment the dragon marrow left his body, all the spiritual power around him instantly dissipated, and his immortal body seemed to have all its muscles and life force drained away.
His back convulsed and trembled violently, his whole body arched uncontrollably, and he felt weak and limp, almost collapsing to the ground.
His eyes instantly filled with a dying mist, and the extreme pain made even his breathing sound broken and trembling.
He raised his hand, using the last of his remaining divine power, and with trembling hands slowly sent the dragon marrow essence, which he had obtained at the cost of his life, into the golden divine soul that was about to completely dissipate.
The azure essence and golden divine radiance merged with a thunderous roar, the annihilated divine soul was steadily supported, and the light points on the verge of shattering slowly gathered and reshaped, condensing into a weak yet tenacious spark of fire.
Si Qinglan collapsed helplessly onto the cold, scorched earth, her chest a bloody mess, her immortal robes completely soaked with gushing blood, a horrifying sight.
However, the flame only lingered in his palm for a moment before transforming into countless points of light that scattered into the world.
He gazed in the direction where the lights had disappeared. After a long while, he slowly closed his trembling fingertips, supported his broken body, and struggled to his feet.
The shed was quiet for several seconds, with only the whirring of the blower and his own still-breathing sounds.
No one called "cut, "Song Shi'an remained standing in the same spot, his heart pounding wildly.
Don't be so awkward, give us some feedback! Was he acting too hard just now, or did the blood from his mouth just flow in the wrong place?
The director then realized what had happened and slapped his thigh. "Cut! Great! One take!"
The assistant director, standing nearby, shook his head with a smile, "I'd heard other directors say that Teacher Song usually does everything in one take, I thought it was an exaggeration."
Song Shi'an tossed his hair; the wind machine had been blowing on him for several minutes during the scene, and his long, silvery-white hair was now all over his face.
He spat twice, pulled a white hair from his mouth, and if he hadn't been relatively stable, he would have been blown away as well. He suspected that his scattered soul was caused by the great wind of the divine realm...