I'm not a drama god

These embroidery threads come from every corner of Liuzhen.

They were once a willow tree, a bluestone, a peach blossom, a river... just like an exquisite embroidery picture, which was folded and gathered at this moment and floated into Su's house from the "window"-like frame.

If you look down at Liu Town at this moment, you will find that the entire Liu Town has disappeared... It's as if someone dug this town out of the ground, and even the buildings were hollowed out, leaving only broken walls and traces of life such as pots and pans.

The people from the Dusk Society who were originally in the courtyard saw a flash before their eyes, and everything around them changed beyond recognition. They were left standing there alone, with only desolate ruins around them.

"This...what is going on?" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "The entire Liu Town disappeared?"

"Liu Zhen is indeed extraordinary."

Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, "The scenery of other towns should be hand-painted by Fu Sheng Hui's people, so it only contains the scenery, and the buildings are all man-made... But Liu Town should be embroidered by the chief himself. Whether it is the mountains, rivers, or buildings, it is an embroidered picture in itself."

"No wonder Chen Ling said that Liu Town is the center of the Red Dust Realm. I guess the embroidered map of Liu Town came first, and then expanded to the surrounding areas. Later, there were hundreds of towns and the main city of Red Dust."

"Now that the Chief has taken this map away, the entire Liu Town will naturally cease to exist."

"The Red Dust Realm was born with this embroidery as its core?"

Even Chu Muyun was extremely surprised at this moment. They watched the embroidery of the entire Liu Town fly up to the sky, and finally hover in the center of Liu Town, pouring into somewhere in the void through a "window"...

That place doesn't seem to belong to this latitude.

……

Liu Zhen's embroidery slowly unfolded in Su's residence. Even though it had been compressed hundreds of times, it was still enough to cover the entire courtyard...

As the embroidery pattern was fully revealed, dense embroidery threads were flowing silently under Hong Chenjun's skin, as if resonating with the embroidery pattern. If someone were to look down from the air, they would be surprised to find that the trajectory of the embroidery threads flowing in Hong Chenjun's body actually overlapped perfectly with Liu Zhen's embroidery pattern!

Liu Zhen is a replica of the embroidered picture inside Hong Chenjun's body;

or……

Yao Qing embroidered the picture into Hongchen Jun's body.

At this moment, in the corner of the exquisite embroidery, a line of beautiful small characters stood out:

On August 2024, 8, Yao Qing presented sister Zhiwei:

——"Red Dust".

"No matter how strong you are, no matter how good you are at fighting, it doesn't mean you can defeat the years and time. In this world, there may be only a few paths and a few people who can compete with the years..."

This is what Xiao Chunping said at the time.

She did not say the rest of the sentence, because [Embroidery Master] is one of the very few paths that can be used to compete.

During the past three hundred years, Yao Qing has always been here. Although he is connected to the hibernation capsule, he cannot enter hibernation... So almost all of his energy is used to complete this embroidery;

He used embroidery silk to lock up the years, stitch by stitch, minute by minute.

He has locked the years in the mortal world for three hundred years, and this embroidery picture of the mortal world that trapped time is becoming perfect bit by bit as Yao Qing steps into the demigod realm!

The demigod-level embroidery silk weaves silently in the air, as if the years are passing through with the tiny needles, and finally all flow into the body of Hongchen Jun...

With the influx of these embroidery threads, the embroidery pattern in Hong Chenjun's body became more and more vivid, as if it was injected with life and soul. At first glance, it seemed as if the entire Liu Town was alive in her body!

When the last strand of embroidery thread merged into Lord Hongchen, the entire Su residence fell into deathly silence.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds...

I do not know how long it has been,

The pretty figure's eyelashes began to tremble, and the tip of her little finger swayed gently... Finally, a pair of eyes that had been silent for three hundred years slowly opened in the dead silence.

Su Zhiwei woke up;

She was like a sculpture, lying quietly among the petals, her eyes looking at the clouds floating above the courtyard... empty and confused.

Her thoughts were restarting little by little, and when the third cloud passed by, a thought slowly came to her mind:

"I'm alive?"

Su Zhiwei's consciousness gradually returned. She frowned, as if trying to recall what had happened before... the world war, the invasion of the Gray Realm, the Red Dust Base, and... the sudden nuclear strike.

Yes, a nuclear strike.

Because she was forcibly revived, she took the nuclear attack for the Red Dust Base, which caused the hibernation capsule to be damaged... She had no recollection of what happened after that. But she clearly remembered that she had been injected with a drug that was enough to put her into a sleep state for 300 years, and the hibernation capsule was broken, so how did she survive?

Could it be that the potion had lost its effect and he suddenly woke up?

What time is it now?

Where is the Red Dust Base?

After a brief thought, countless questions flooded Su Zhiwei's mind, almost tormenting her newly awakened consciousness. She looked around Xi Zhou, and after seeing the extremely familiar Su's house, she froze in place...

"here it is……"

The confusion in Su Zhiwei's eyes became more and more intense. She walked around the house and didn't see anyone. It seemed as if she was the only one here.

Finally, Su Zhiwei's gaze fell on the gate of the Su residence.

There is a door and a window.

The "window" is the thing floating in the air, the size of a picture frame. It is not big and seems to be connected to the outside world, but people cannot climb out of it. They can only see the place where she is sleeping from the outside.

"Door" literally means a gate, but this door is different from the door of Su Zhiwei's home in his memory. It is a huge relief gate with many pictures engraved on it. Some of them Su Zhiwei can understand, but some are confusing...

After hesitating for a moment, Su Zhiwei walked up to the embossed door and placed his hands lightly on its surface.

Then, push hard!

……

"Cough cough cough..."

As the embroidery silk gathered crazily, Yao Qing's cough became weaker and weaker, like the humming of a broken bellows.

Every time he coughed, the embroidery on his body would dissipate a little, and large pieces of scarlet would splatter on the ground, looking shocking... But even so, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Wujijun frowned when seeing this scene. He didn't understand what happened to Yao Qing, but Shoujue told him that he couldn't delay any longer.

As Wuji Jun raised his fingertips slightly, the sword rain forest floating above the street began to hum at the same time, and suddenly flew up to the sky, gathering into a huge sword dragon that passed through the clouds. The thick thunder attached to the sword body, turning into a ferocious thunder dragon that roared and rushed towards Yao Qing!

Om-! ! !

At this moment, a low roar came from the air, like an ancient and heavy door being slowly pushed open...