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Chapter 148
Looking at the text before her, Yao Bianliang read each character deliberately: "Yang... Cun... Han?" No wonder she couldn't find this blogger. After all this time, he had actually changed his name!
The flood's assault grew increasingly fierce. The female protagonist and the tribal people retreated step by step, unable to resist.
On the mountain peak, the shaman decided to hold a ritual ceremony, not only to pray for blessings but also to bestow blessings on the tribe's warriors.
The ritual scene was magnificent, covering almost the entire mountaintop. As the background music rose, the shaman danced on the high platform, with torches around flickering with dazzling light, dancing with the wind.
Pale golden light points diffused all around, and the entire venue seemed bathed in sacred light.
Е̂ nŭm̈ а̀ . i d̄
Finally, the shaman used traditional and ancient methods, lightly touching the forehead of each tribal warrior, bestowing blessings.
The female protagonist had originally just been standing aside observing. Unexpectedly, the shaman walked all the way to her and extended his scepter—she too received the shaman's blessing.
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This was something the female protagonist never anticipated.
In that moment of receiving the blessing, she could feel that mysterious and ancient power awakening, giving her entire being a qualitative enhancement.
But in reality... she was just an outsider who had stumbled into this place. She shouldn't have been allocated power belonging to the tribe.
"Why?" she murmured.
Wё bn̄о vе́l̀ Ѐṅǔm̄а̊
The shaman smiled, his eyes kind: "Child, I can feel that you and we share the same blood. This is also your homeland, isn't it?"
The female protagonist was slightly stunned, a powerful sense of shock suddenly rising in her heart.
In fact, from the moment she entered the world of mountains and seas, she had always viewed herself as an "outsider."
Although she had integrated into this community, fought alongside them, and spent time together, she always understood that this was just the world of mountains and seas, not the native land where she had lived for decades.
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But now, the shaman told her—
This was Chinese soil, the land of China five thousand years ago.
E n ů mа . i d
Five thousand years ago, ancient Chinese tribes migrated to this land, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Five thousand years later, people built prosperous cities on this land, studying, working, and seeking development.
Blood lineage passed down from generation to generation, unchanging was this comforting native soil.
At this moment, the sense of distance in time and space seemed to disappear.
She suddenly realized that her distance from this world wasn't so far.
Perhaps the river she had walked along after arriving in the world of mountains and seas was the same river in front of her childhood home.
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The land beneath her feet was once the path she hurriedly trod while going to work.
In truth, what difference was there between her and them? Even across five thousand years of long historical currents, what was carved deep in their blood remained unchanged.
Just as she desperately sought a way home, the people here hoped to protect their homeland.
Facing prehistoric great floods, such a disaster, perhaps other civilizations would choose to build an ark and avoid the crisis. But they only wanted to defend their homeland.
They were essentially the same.
This blessing and baptism was not just a ceremony but also a spiritual belonging.
Е̂.n̈ u m а̂
From this moment on, she was no longer a wanderer without an anchor; in this world of mountains and seas, she too had connections and belonging.
The flood grew larger, almost engulfing the last piece of land.
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The sky darkened further, thick with clouds, floodwaters surging wildly. Between heaven and earth, everything conveyed oppression and despair.
No one could escape this catastrophe.
Mysterious and ancient background music played, carrying prayer and hope amid heavy despair.
Amid the overwhelming flood, people ran frantically time and again, yet could only watch helplessly as their homeland was destroyed. Tree houses with luminous leaves and branches collapsed with a crash, and verdant fields were corroded by polluted water.
W̊ êb n̆ ò_v̂ eĺ Èǹum̄ а
Late one night, while everyone slept, the female protagonist left, deciding to embark on a new journey.
Zouwu watched her: "Where are you going?"
"Along this river, eastward, to where it leads to the ocean," the female protagonist replied. "I need to find the River Map scroll."
Confusion flashed across Zouwu's black pupils as it shook its head.
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"You won't find the River Map. There are 158 human tribes, and no one knows where the River Map is."
But the female protagonist turned back to look at it, revealing a smile: "No, I know where it is... On my first day in the world of mountains and seas, Xiezhi told me the answer."
W e b̄ ňòv̂ еl̂ Èn u m̊а́
It said, go east, human, to the end of the river, that is where you should be.
Perhaps in some mysterious way, everything had been predestined.
This journey differed from previous ones—time was more pressing, and the path more dangerous.
She and Zouwu traveled onward, encountering the Zheng that occupied barren mountains, the Bifang surrounded by strange fire, the ferocious Taotie...
This series of shots flashed by quickly. Each time a mythical beast appeared, the audience in the theater couldn't help but sit up straight.
However, before the sense of shock could fully recede, the camera would move to the next location.
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Every frame was burning money.
By now, Han Cunyang had completely forgotten his original intention.
He was stunned by the grand scenes on the screen and the fantastical creatures that only existed in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas," almost forgetting to breathe.
Money, this was all money!
How much money had this production team spent? Could it be... they had used their entire 2 billion on modeling and special effects?
Each creature here had exquisite modeling, worthy of being featured in a separate film.
E n ümӓ
Yet now, their screen time was just a few dozen seconds each.
How much investment must they have secured to afford such extravagance?
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The female protagonist's final stop was Qing Qiu.
When the nine-tailed fox appeared on screen, the audience in the theater almost held their breath—
The nine-tailed fox before them was entirely snow-white, with wings growing from its shoulders, its nine curved tails unfolding slowly behind it. Alluring yet not frivolous, enchanting yet sacred, beautiful and auspicious.
As it approached, auspicious clouds rimmed with gold rose and fell beside it, carrying a pure aura like that of royalty.
E ń u m̂ á .i d
Unlike countless mythological tales about "fox spirits," the nine-tailed fox in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" was a divine fox—
The nine-tailed fox, an auspicious beast, its arrival symbolizing royalty.
"Human, you have finally come," it lowered its eyes, its voice gentle yet solemn.
It guided the female protagonist to her final destination.
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At the end of the river, in that golden light, was hidden the River Map, and that River Map scroll was what could guide the female protagonist home.
❀⋆｡°✿☆❀✿°｡⋆❀
Е n̂ú_mа
Meanwhile, the tribe had fallen into its final crisis.
Floodwaters surged, waves rose up, transforming into enormous entities like water dragons.
Dark clouds blotted out the sky, numerous dragon-like entities enveloped in surging waves, bringing a sense of hopeless oppression as they approached the shore.
Intense drumbeats played in the background, with dull and oppressive emotions continuously escalating. Everyone fought with all their might, and behind them was the last pure land.
Small animals and mythical beasts also gathered here. Some beasts helped humans resist, but more animals lacked the ability to protect themselves.
A few small squirrels huddled in a corner, clinging together and trembling, their eyes looking toward the distance filled with fear.
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"Shaman, the eastern embankment has collapsed. We... can't hold on anymore."
A tribal warrior, clutching his bleeding wound, staggered all the way over.
The shaman walked out of the tree house with heavy steps, looking up into the distance.
The sky had completely lost its light, with overwhelming floods engulfing the dark clouds, like the end of the world.
Humans amid the vast floodwaters were like a tiny boat in a tsunami, without any possibility of resistance.
The scene on screen was so shocking that everyone was completely immersed in the plot.
We b̈ nò v еl̄ Е n̂ ũm а́
Han Cunyang couldn't help but swallow, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the film screen.
By now, he had completely switched sides.
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What kind of grand scene was the final battle in "Deep Sea Abyss"?
How could a battle between superheroes and villains compare to scenes of heaven and earth overturning, rivers reversing, and mountains completely disappearing?
This was a truly grand scene!
All viewers' hearts were in suspense.
Е nǔ m̄a
During the two hours of watching the film, they had become deeply engrossed in the world of mountains and seas.
This was a dangerous yet beautiful land. Here were glowing sweet fruits, fantastical tree houses that soared into the clouds; friendly and united tribal people, and countless miraculous creatures that seemed to have walked out of paintings.
No one would wish for this beautiful world to be destroyed by overwhelming floods.
"Rumble------"
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Suddenly, the earth began to shake, and the vast floodwaters seemed to be forcibly split apart.
The flood seemed to pause at this moment.
Ẅ еb̌ n о̄ v̌е̂ l̄ Еn um ӑ
Both humans and beasts stopped their movements, looking toward the source of the disturbance.
From the floodwaters slowly rose a mountain range covered in scales. The mountain range gradually rose higher, so high that everyone had to look up.
In the golden light, everyone finally saw the true form of this "mountain range"------
Dragon's head, horse's body, with a long neck, majestic and sacred, a pair of wings reflecting rippling water light.
The female protagonist stood high on the dragon-horse's back, holding the familiar Mountains and Seas scroll in her hand.
The elderly shaman gazed at the object in her hand, his cloudy eyes glistening with tears: "That is... the River Map!"
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At the female protagonist's call, other tribes also gathered to this place.
With the help of the River Map's power, they would together face this terrible natural disaster.
The female protagonist reunited with Xia, met former companions, and encountered familiar creatures.
As exhilarating background music played, all the tribal people gathered on the mountaintop for a desperate battle.
Under the divine power of the River Map, someone cleaved mountains with a single sword stroke, instantly felling trees and moving stones; someone struck a rock with a hammer, breaking open Wu Mountain, clearing water passages; tribal warriors drove away fierce beasts and repelled evil spirits, protecting peace for all; the shaman drew on the ground with a brush, digging channels and guiding rivers...
One stunning scene after another arrived, with a trembling sensation from deep within the soul lingering in everyone's heart.
Еn̆ umă . ї ḋ
Ancient and mysterious chants slowly rose, carrying exhilarating power. In this moment, the mythological stories that had been heard since childhood and had seeped into blood and bone inexplicably welled up.
The thick clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and at the moment sunlight fell upon the earth, the clouds lingering in people's hearts also gradually cleared.
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At the end of the story, everything returned to peace and tranquility.
This beautiful and strange world of mountains and seas returned to its original appearance.
The female protagonist, holding the Mountains and Seas scroll, returned to where her journey had begun.
The leaves of the towering tree flowed with gleaming golden light, and as they trembled lightly, in the scroll's aura, she returned to her original world.
Е̂n u m̊ а̀
At the end of the film, the female protagonist visited a museum themed around "The Classic of Mountains and Seas."
In a glass display case lay a Mountains and Seas map, marking the name of every human tribe and every mythical creature.
These were names utterly familiar to her, companions with whom she had spent days and nights.
She stared at the map, her fingers gently touching the glass case, like fondness, like reminiscence, also like melancholy.
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❀⋆｡°✿☆❀✿°｡⋆❀
The theater lights came on, the film screen darkened, and filming outtakes began playing in the upper left corner while the end credits scrolled on the right.
Ẁ ӗbňо v̂el̈ Е nüṁ а́
Yet no one in the theater left.
Watching the film outtakes, everyone was reluctant to leave. Some stood up, then sat back down, planning to watch the outtakes before departing.
The film wasn't short, approaching three hours. Yet these three hours felt incredibly brief to first-time viewers of "Chronicle of Nine Provinces' Mountains and Seas."
"Brother Han, aren't you leaving?" His friend grabbed a handful of popcorn and asked Han Cunyang beside him.
"Let's wait a bit." Han Cunyang shook his head, also grabbing a handful of popcorn.
Indeed, after watching a three-hour film, they had only eaten half their bucket of popcorn.
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When the plot reached exciting points, who had the mind to eat popcorn?
"I simply can't believe this is a film that could be made domestically," Han Cunyang murmured. "Shall we come back tomorrow for a second viewing?"
Even now, he hadn't recovered from that sense of awe. Closing his eyes, his mind filled with images of the beautiful and fantastical world of mountains and seas, and those exquisite mythical creatures.
This was truly a masterpiece!
After watching this film, the well-known creatures from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" finally had forms in his mind.
Just for the creature modeling alone, this work deserved full marks.
Еṅù ḿ a
Add to that the fantastical scenes and stunning special effects, Han Cunyang was certain this film would definitely go down in history.
His friend was silent for a moment: "By the way, do you remember what your original purpose was in coming here?"
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Han Cunyang was slightly taken aback, his thoughts slowly disengaging from the plot. His mind went blank as he turned to look at his friend.
Indeed, he had come to watch "Chronicle of Nine Provinces' Mountains and Seas" with a critical mindset!
How had he now been conquered by it?
His friend said: "You said after watching this film, you would definitely write a thousand-word, well-reasoned negative review to vindicate your beloved Director Michel."
Е ň ù m̃ a
"Oh right, didn't you also have to write your name backward?"
Han Cunyang: "..."
He really wanted to travel back a few hours and shake that reckless self who had made such statements.
Was it too late for him to take back those words?
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❀⋆｡°✿☆❀✿°｡⋆❀
It was a bright and sunny morning.
Еn u m̌ а̊ . і d_
Yao Bianliang and her good friend Yu Yiqing went to a scenic island, planning to enjoy a rare vacation.
Yu Yiqing was a bit concerned: "Sister Liang, how is your 'Chronicle of Nine Provinces' Mountains and Seas' doing?"
Yao Bianliang's lips curved upward: "No problem, everything is proceeding according to plan."
Now, the public's attention was focused on the Hollywood blockbuster "Deep Sea Abyss."
How many people would pay attention to her film?
"By the way, I saw news a couple of days ago about a well-known film and television blogger named Han Cunyang betting with netizens—if 'Chronicle of Nine Provinces' Mountains and Seas' quality far exceeded 'Deep Sea Abyss,' he would write his name backward."
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Yu Yiqing paused, then continued enthusiastically: "I wonder what assessment he'll make after watching 'Chronicle of Nine Provinces' Mountains and Seas.'"
Hearing Yu Yiqing mention this, Yao Bianliang also recalled the incident.
When she initially saw Han Cunyang's firm statement, she had been pleased, even quietly giving him a like with her alt account.
Anyone who supported Director Michel and criticized her, Yao Bianliang, was her friend!
This blogger called Han Cunyang clearly seemed like a person of great wisdom.
She wondered if, after two days, there had been any new developments with Han Cunyang.
Еnũ ḿâ .іd́
With this thought, Yao Bianliang opened Weibo and searched for Han Cunyang's name.
However, she found that none of the users in the search results was the blogger Han Cunyang himself.
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What was going on?
"The blogger was called Han Cunyang, right?" Yao Bianliang doubted her memory, turning to ask Yu Yiqing, "We shouldn't have remembered his ID wrong."
Yu Yiqing nodded confidently: "Definitely correct, that's his name."
"That's strange..."
Е̊ n̆ũ m̈ а̌ .ïḋ
Yao Bianliang exited Weibo and switched to another app to search.
Since her memory wasn't at fault, why couldn't she find this blogger?
After trying multiple websites and several twists and turns, Yao Bianliang finally found the blogger she was looking for in related terms—
#UserYangCunhanhaspublishedanewarticle, comeandsee!#
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Looking at the text before her, Yao Bianliang read each character deliberately: "Yang... Cun... Han?"
No wonder she couldn't find this blogger.
Ẁéb̌n̄о̇v еl̃_ Е̄ ňu ṁ а
After all this time, he had actually changed his name!
