Spring Hidden Under the Glaze

That night when my right hand was shattered, my enemies laughed at me for ever losing my porcelain soul. I plunged into the heavy rain in Jingdezhen holding my blood-stained account book: "Broken off my treasure-assessing hand? I used the remaining arm to burn the living porcelain and swallow the nuclear dirt!" AI antique porcelain crushed hundreds of kilns, and I made three thousand broken porcelain shake the mountains and rivers blue; When the Olympic cauldron collapsed, a deaf-mute craftsman used his body to start the fire, which burned through the Tokyo night sky. When the whole world begs for the source of my glaze, I cut open my spine and implanted the chip: "Intangible cultural heritage is immortal——" My bones turn into glaze, which can burn the nine heavens! [The most ruthless inheritor of intangible cultural heritage × the silent war god who protects the kiln]