I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the mist and sprinkled into Baona's art studio.

The place is filled with all kinds of new art sketches and models, like the remains of a small battlefield, each exuding unfinished passion and potential.

However, the atmosphere in the studio at this moment was like the calm before the storm, tense and depressing.

Baona frowned as she flipped through the design drawing in her hand over and over again, her slender fingers stroking the rough surface of the paper, as if trying to find the key to a breakthrough.

She knew that the artist Zaifu would not give up, and the anger burning in his sinister eyes indicated that a storm was coming.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

The Wuma musicians and Gongxi dancers walked in one after another.

The Wuma Musician still had a cold look on his face. There was no expression on his firm face. He looked like an ice sculpture, exuding an unapproachable chill.

The Gongxi dancer stood gracefully aside. She was wearing a long gauze dress, and her every move exuded a noble aura, but she seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, making people feel alienated.

"We are here just to tell you that we will not cooperate with you." The Wuma Musician was the first to break the silence. His voice was like cold metal, without a trace of warmth.

"Your new art is a blasphemy against ancient Dian art."

"We can't just stand by and watch our traditions being destroyed by so-called innovators like you." The Gongxi dancer slowly spoke, her voice as sweet as a spring, but her tone carried an undeniable resolve. "The essence of ancient Dian art is something you will never understand."

Baona took a deep breath and tried to impress them with her sincerity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am not trying to abandon tradition, but to create new possibilities based on it..." There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

"No need to say more, our decision will not change." Wu Ma Musician interrupted Bao Na coldly, without even giving her any chance to explain.

The Gongxi dancer flicked her sleeves lightly, and turned around, leaving Baona with a resolute back view.

The atmosphere in the studio instantly dropped to freezing point.

Baona watched their departing backs, and the worries in her heart surged like a tide. A gust of wind blew, and the design drawings on the table were rustling, like a silent cry.

Baona gripped the pen tightly in her hand, her fingertips turned white, and an invisible sense of oppression filled the air.

She slowly raised her head and looked out the window. The city wall in the distance cast a long shadow in the setting sun.

"They won't be the last..."

Baona sat dejectedly in the middle of the studio, the drawings scattered on the floor like broken dreams, mocking her powerlessness.

The once bustling studio was now empty, with only her lonely figure remaining, and the air was filled with the bitterness of failure.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the empty square. The once bustling scene is now deserted and desolate, just like her mood at the moment, desolate.

Zhaoyang Ruyue and Wumeng Tianlong stood silently beside her, their faces also full of loss, their eyes dim, like two lamps about to go out.

"Are we really wrong?" Baona's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of her chest, with a hint of despair.

Silence, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped the three of them.

Only the rustling sound of the drawings in the wind echoed in the empty studio, adding a sense of desolation.

Suddenly, the studio door was pushed open, and a beam of sunlight came in, illuminating the dim room.

Zhuansun Art students walked in with a group of young people. Their faces were filled with youthful vitality and their eyes were shining with determination. They were like a group of rising suns, dispelling the haze in the studio.

"Teacher Baona, we are here!" The voices of the students of Zhuansun Art School were clear and loud, like fireworks exploding in the silent night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope.

This group of young people were attracted by Bona's new art. They were eager to break with tradition, to innovate, and to express their understanding of art in their own way.

They are like clear springs, injecting vitality into this dry land and bringing vitality and vigor.

"We are willing to follow you and create new art together!" a young man said excitedly, his eyes shining with longing for the future.

"We believe that your art will be recognized!" another young man said firmly, his voice full of power.

Baona looked at these energetic young people and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.

Their enthusiasm and determination were like a ray of sunshine in winter, warming her heart.

She slowly stood up, and the light in her eyes rekindled, like two stars, shining with confidence and determination.

"Okay!" Baona's voice was sonorous and powerful, with unquestionable determination, "Let's create a new era together!"

She picked up a blueprint and pointed to the center of the square. "Tonight, we're going to be there..."

In the square, torches burned brightly, lighting up the night sky.

Baona and young art lovers are rehearsing intensively.

They combined ancient totemic symbols with modern dance movements to create a brand new art form.

The drum beats are as deafening as thunder, the dance steps are as swift and powerful as the wind, and every movement is full of primitive power and wild beauty.

Curious passers-by gradually gathered together. They had never seen such a performance before, and this novel art form was both unfamiliar and attractive to them.

Whispers began to appear in the crowd. Some expressed admiration, some expressed doubt, but more were filled with anticipation, hoping that the performance would give them a different experience.

"Their movements are so strange, completely different from the dances we usually see," said a passerby.

"Yeah, but it looks very powerful and beautiful," another passerby responded.

“I wonder what they want to express?”

The crowd's chatter did not affect Baona and her team. They were immersed in the world of art, and every movement was full of passion and vitality.

They encouraged and supported each other, and each other's Zhuansun art students showed amazing talents. Every movement of his was full of spirituality and creativity, as if resonating with this ancient land.

"Zhuansun, your dance steps are amazing! They are simply a stroke of genius!" a young art lover exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, I feel like I have returned to ancient times and felt the power of my ancestors." Another art lover said excitedly.

Zhuansun Art Student smiled modestly and said, "I am just expressing my feelings."

As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the square became more and more lively.

Baona looked at these energetic and creative young people, her heart filled with joy and hope.

She knew that this was just the beginning and the road to new art was still long.

Suddenly, an old voice came from the crowd, "This so-called art is simply a blasphemy against tradition!"

Baona turned around suddenly and saw the artist Zaifu standing in the crowd, his eyes filled with anger and disdain...