Chang Le picked a flower, and the flower turned into a ball of soft, yellow mud that floated in his palm. He slowly pulled on it with both hands, and the mud seemed to be able to stretch and expand infinitely.
"Ghost Blade, teach me how to sculpt little figures."
Ghost Blade nodded, and the two sat down by the tree.
Not far away, a little figure resembling Chang Le woke up under the tree, and wobbled over to lie on Chang Le's lap.
Chang Le picked her up and put her back. The vines and tentacles that made up the big tree acted like a parent watching over a child, placing the little person back under the tree.
After that, Chang Le focused intently on kneading the yellow clay in his hands under Gui Dao's guidance, with vines and tentacles coming out from behind him to help.
Yellow clay is no ordinary soil; it is extremely difficult to mold with precision and accuracy. Every bit of mental energy is like a sharp blade, and the lines will be distorted if one is distracted even for a moment. Chang Le was completely focused, and except when he stopped to let Ghost Blade guide him, he dared not be distracted in the slightest when he was working.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Chang Le held his breath and concentrated, separating a trace of primordial energy and spiritual power to inject into the yellow clay figure in front of him.
After a few quiet and tense seconds, the clay figure in front of us suddenly came to life, just like a peeled lychee, shedding its yellowish-brown color to reveal fair, human-like skin. The little boy with soft hair and amber eyes came to life.
The little boy blinked, stunned for a moment, before exclaiming in surprise, "Lele?! I see you!!"
The moment the voice came out, it was none other than 422.
422 frantically touched her small body all over, becoming more and more horrified with each touch: "I...I...I..."
Chang Le chuckled: "Are you crowing?"
"How did I separate?!" 422 managed to utter a complete sentence.
Chang Le said, "I only used this yellow clay to create a physical body for you, but your soul is incomplete and cannot be far from me for too long, so it is not a complete separation."
She paused for a moment: "I will create bodies for you all, so that you will truly exist."
422's eyes immediately reddened, and she turned her face away, pouting, "We can share one body, why do you have to go through all this trouble and waste such a precious divine object on something like this?"
“It’s not a waste.” Chang Le shook his head.
422 was moved to tears, but just as one tear fell, she suddenly froze:
"No, then why not give me an adult's body?"
He looked down at the boy's body, his features scrunched up: "Not tall and imposing at all!"
Under his resentful gaze, Chang Le told the truth: "Small, saves on materials."
422: "..."
Who just said this wasn't a waste? Now they're being stingy again!
For the next ten days or so, Chang Le spent his time making clay figurines.
The young lady, Ye Buqi, and Wei An were all fabricated.
After discussing it with the young lady and Ye Buqi, their appearances were slightly adjusted.
The young lady's hair and eyes turned pure black, and her features became softer compared to Chang Le. She gave herself a new name—Hua Ziran.
Ye Buqi's hair was shorter, his features were even colder and sharper, and he gave himself a new name, Ye Teng—named after Chang Le's vines.
Wei An's shaping went smoothly, but he almost lost his grip after it was completed. If Ye Teng hadn't grabbed him immediately, he probably would have already run out of the Dragon Tomb and wreaked havoc on the world.
Chang Le encountered difficulties when making Fu Jiu.
No matter how she tried, she could never accurately capture Fu Jiu's expression.
Until Fu Jiu's soft sigh echoed in his mind: "When you reach the end, I will take over everything for you. Why bother creating another body?"
Chang Le responded to Him with consciousness: "I don't want you to just wait. When you get bored while waiting, I want you to go out and walk around. I don't want to trap you."
"You really are..." Fu Jiu chuckled lightly, "...a lovely human."
“Alright,” Fu Jiu said, “no need to squeeze, let go and I’ll do it myself.”
Chang Le let the yellow mud float in the air and relaxed her body. A strong suction force surged from between her eyebrows, causing her to involuntarily tilt her head back. She could clearly feel a part of her being peeled away from her body.
When she calmed down and opened her eyes again, she saw the yellow mud in front of her stretch and deform, then the lines gradually became clear, and finally it settled into a familiar shape, fading from its yellowish-brown color.
His white hair hung down, his golden vertical pupils were indifferent, and he stood aloof from the world, like a god. This was Fu Jiu.
Chang Le, who had been kneading the clay for half a month, looked at the five people in front of him and let out a long sigh of relief:
“We are one. I cannot give you a complete life, but now you can step out of the prison of this body and go out and explore on your own.”
The young lady naturally stepped forward, hugged Chang Le, and exclaimed with a joyful laugh, "It's so nice that we can hug each other too."
Wei An looked disgusted;
Ye Teng held onto him while waiting for her turn to hug him;
Fu Jiu stood quietly to the side, her expression gentle.
The dead rabbit was still lamenting its body that would never grow up.
They are all still here, except for one who, burdened by sorrow, has chosen to fall into complete slumber and enter the "fairytale" that 422 created for her.
Chang Le rested her chin on Hua Ziran's shoulder and closed her eyes: "I'm going to rest for a while."
Chang Le rested her head on Hua Ziran's lap and fell asleep. 422 lowered her voice and asked Fu Jiu, "Why didn't Lele mold Fu Guang's body first?"
She embarked on a journey driven by this obsession, and returned to it as her final destination. Everything she does now is inextricably linked to this person.
But she didn't suppress Fu Guang first, which is also a question for others.
Fu Jiu said, "We cannot and do not need to possess a complete soul and spirit. We only need to create a physical body. Fu Guang is not an option. He is not a part separated from Chang Le. He is an independent person. Chang Le cannot be created yet."
422 sighed: "How much longer will she have to wait?"
Fu Jiu looked at Chang Le beside her and said softly, "It'll be soon."
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