He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The next afternoon, Director Chen appeared in the living room of the Yun family villa on time.

Three years had passed, and he looked older, with much whiter hair, but he was still in good spirits.

Those eyes were as sharp as ever.

He sat on the sofa with a cup of hot tea in front of him, crossed his legs, and sized up Yun Yi across from him.

The nine-year-old child is much taller than he was three years ago, his features have matured, and he has lost some of his childishness.

Director Chen thought to himself: Three years ago, when he saw Yunyi, he felt that this child had a composure and calmness beyond his years;

Looking back three years later, the composure and calmness are still there, but there is something else underneath that is hard to describe—like a deep pool, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging beneath.

"You've grown taller."

Director Chen said.

"Um."

"Are you still acting?"

"I'm not acting anymore."

Why?

"I haven't encountered any roles I want to play."

Director Chen smiled.

He took a folder out of his briefcase, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.

"Take a look at this."

Yunyi opened the folder.

The first page contains a character concept art.

The deity in the painting stands above a sea of ​​clouds, with a magnificent glow spreading out behind him.

He was clad in silver-white armor, covered by a black crane-feather cloak, and had a golden belt with a coiled dragon around his waist.

Her long hair was tied up with a silver crown, with a few stray strands hanging down in front of her forehead, gently lifted by the mountain breeze.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a cold and stern face, thin lips slightly pursed, and a jawline as sharp as if cut by a knife.

He held a long halberd upside down in his right hand, the tip pointing downwards at the sea of ​​clouds, stirring up ripples in the clouds; his left hand was behind his back, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

There wasn't a single superfluous decoration on its body, but the majesty and chilling aura emanating from its very bones filled the entire painting with a sense of oppression.

Below the painting, four characters are written in small regular script: Tai Cang Xi Zhi.

Yun Yi looked at the name, then at the deity in the painting, clad in silver armor and black robes.

"This is……"

"Tai Cang Xi Zhi".

Director Chen continued, "In the mythological system, the only god who makes a living through 'battle'."

"It does not control the wind and rain, nor the harvest, nor life and death, nor marriage—it only controls one thing: killing and order."

His voice deepened.

"In ancient times, evil spirits roamed freely, and ghosts roamed the night, causing widespread suffering and death."

"The gods were helpless, because those evil spirits were not within their authority."

"They are not in the wind and rain, not in the harvest, not in life and death, not in marriage—they are outside the rules, outside the order, outside the jurisdiction of all gods."

"And so, the Great Celestial was born."

"Born from the purest killing energy in the world."

"Not born to protect, not born to create, but only to eliminate."

"Cleanse all evil spirits that threaten the order of heaven and earth, cleanse everything that should not exist in this world, cleanse everything that gods cannot control, humans cannot control, and no one can control."

Director Chen paused for a moment, his gaze falling on Yun Yi's face.

"This role is a hundred times more difficult to play than Xi Sheng Yuan Tong."

"Xi Sheng Yuan Tong is the morning light, life, purification, and protection—all gentle things."

"But Tai Cangxi's approach is different."

"He is killing, he is fighting, he is destruction."

"He wants to eliminate everything that shouldn't exist, including—himself."

Yun Yi looked at the young priest in the painting and remained silent for a moment.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"You are nine years old."

"You're playing the younger stage."

Director Chen pulled another sheet of paper from the folder and pushed it over.

The above is the chronology of Taicang Xizhi.

Adolescence, from age seven to fourteen.

He was different from the other gods—he was not born with knowledge or power, but was actually very weak at the beginning of his life.

He was ridiculed and bullied by the world, and his childhood was extremely miserable.

It wasn't until he accidentally awakened his talent that he began to cultivate frantically, killing all those who had bullied him until no one in the world dared to mock him anymore.

During this period, Taicang Xizhi was not yet the Taicang God of Slaughter, clad in silver armor and black robes, wielding a long halberd upside down.

He is a boy struggling in adversity—he cries, he laughs, he gets angry, he feels fear, he licks his wounds alone in the dead of night, and he wipes away his tears at dawn to keep going.

He got up after every fall, became stronger after every failure, and gritted his teeth and got up after every time fate knocked him down, punching fate back with each blow.

His path to growth was a bloody one of constant fighting, breakthroughs, and transcendence.

Tai Cangxi possesses a quality unique to youth: the fearlessness of a newborn calf, the stubbornness of "my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," and the recklessness of "even if the whole world blocks my way, I will smash it open"—the kind of impulsiveness and courage that only youth possesses, disregarding consequences and costs, only asking whether it is possible.

That's the soul of this character.

It's not about being invincible as an adult, but about growing up during adolescence.

The process is more important than the result.

Director Chen leaned back on the sofa, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"The childhood of Taicang Xizhi occupies nearly half of the entire story."

"We found adult actors for the adult parts, but I couldn't find a suitable actor for the teenage part of Taicang Xizhi for several years."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of you back then.

Yun Yi's expression remained unchanged.

Director Chen looked into his eyes and continued, "Now, I would like to ask you to 'become' the Master of the Great Cangxi."

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Shen Ruoqing sat beside her without saying a word, but her hands were tightly gripping the sofa armrests.

She glanced at Yun Yi, then at Director Chen, her lips moved, but she ultimately remained silent—she knew that this matter was not up to her; it depended on her son's own decision.

Yun Yi looked down at the concept art of Tai Cang Xi Zhi in the folder for a long time.

Then he looked up.

"I'll take it."

Director Chen's lips slowly parted into a smile, revealing one even brighter than it had been three years ago.

"it is good."

……

The preparation for the film was much more complicated than that for "Xi Sheng Yuan Tong".

Larger investment, stronger lineup, and longer production cycle.

Director Chen is serious this time: the script was polished for two years, casting took half a year, costume and prop design took four months, the special effects team is from the top international team, and the action director is the best martial arts director in the industry.

On the day filming began, Director Chen gathered all the main creative team members together.

At the end of the meeting, he said, "For this film, I don't care about box office or word-of-mouth; I only care about one thing—to do it to the extreme, to do it the best."

Everyone fell silent.

Yun Yi sat in the corner, listening quietly.

……

Filming "Taicang Xizhi" was much more difficult than filming "Xisheng Yuantong".

It's not because the script is difficult or the character is complex, but because the core of this character is completely different.

Xi Sheng Yuan Tong represents "compassion," while Taicang Xi Zhi represents "slaughter"; one is about protection, the other about elimination; one is warm and inclusive, the other is cold and resolute.

It took Yunyi nearly seven days to find the "feeling" of Taicang Xizhi.

The main problem is that, according to the script, Taicang Xizhi is too ruthless and does not match his own temperament.

But Yunyi wants to do it perfectly; only by truly reaching that state can he fully unleash the character's abilities.