The night my grandma passed away, I received a relic from her from Hainan—a piece of Li brocade cloth from a hundred years ago.
There is only a riddle in the letter: "When the white pheasant passes through the clouds of Wuzhi Mountain, it will lead you to find the dragon's clothes."
I thought these were the old man's confused words on his deathbed. Until I pointed the piece of cloth at the light - a glowing white pheasant emerged from the longitude and latitude lines.
Only I can see this pattern.
I returned to Hainan and stepped into the secret realm that my grandmother had created with thousands of years of Li civilization. The totem revealed in the flames, the dye secret realm sealed in the rock wall, the star map that can only be unlocked by ancient songs - every step is getting closer to the lost treasure: the dragon quilt.
But I'm not the only one eyeing it. A business giant is pressing hard and wants to "magically transform" it into a traffic product.
They want traffic, I want the truth. They want to make a hit, and I want to pass it on.
When I used AR technology to make the golden dragon fly in front of thousands of people, everyone was asking the same question——
How did this programmer use code to resurrect a dragon robe?
