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到異世界修仙的少年（百年）

被召喚到異世界修仙百年了。少年不再是少年了。

Veröffentlicht: Oct 28, 2026

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1boy, solo, 13-year-old boy, slim body, short black hair, messy black hair, closed eyes, calm serene expression, relaxed brow, white silk robe, fully closed robe, high collar, long sleeves, sitting cross-legged, meditation, seated on flat dark stone, hands resting palm-up at his knees, silver-gray round disc on lap, disc with five glowing marks, softly glowing disc, glowing runes, split background, day and night split, sharp vertical dividing line, left half bright daytime sky, huge blazing golden sun on left, right half deep night sky, huge silver full moon on right, stars on right half, dividing line through boy, body split lighting, warm golden sunlight from left, cool silver moonlight from right, floating light particles, glowing motes, swirling wind, fabric fluttering, fluttering sleeves, symmetrical composition, centered subject, mystical chinese cultivation, ethereal, epic, anime style, light novel illustration, crisp linework, polished digital painting, symmetrical framing, full torso covered by closed robe, shoulders covered, exactly two arms, two legs, no text, clean image surface, facing viewer, full body, front view A straight-on, perfectly centered front view, camera at the boy's chest height so the vertical dividing line of the background falls exactly down the middle of his face, sternum and crossed shins, cutting the frame into two equal halves; the boy sits at the exact center on a low flat slab of dark polished stone whose front edge runs horizontally across the lower frame, his knees spread and ankles tucked so the crossed legs form a wide, stable triangle of white silk. His torso is completely wrapped in the white silk robe, fully closed with the two front panels meeting edge to edge along a straight center seam from the high collar to the hem, the high collar standing stiff around his throat and closing all the way up, long sleeves overlapping his hands to the knuckles, the fabric matte and softly lustrous, its weave catching light along each fold; nothing of his chest or shoulders is exposed, the robe covers him from collar to shin. The silver-gray round disc rests flat across both thighs, his palms cupped loosely beneath it at the outer rim, the five marks arranged evenly around its face pulsing a soft pale glow that lights the underside of his chin and the front seam of his robe with a faint cool-white sheen. His head is level, chin slightly tucked, eyelids fully shut with lashes drawn as one clean line, mouth set in a closed, untroubled line, brows level, breath slow enough that the collar's edge barely moves. Behind him the background is a hard, razor-straight vertical split with no gradient blending between the halves: on the left a bright daytime sky of pale gold grading to white near the horizon, with a huge blazing golden sun whose rim cuts the top-left of the frame and whose rays fan out as clean tapered spikes; on the right a deep indigo night sky scattered with sharp silver stars, a huge full moon sitting high with crisp, pale gray maria. The dividing line runs dead straight through him, so the left side of his face, left sleeve, left knee and the left half of the disc take warm golden light with a bright edge along the left contour of his hair, while the right side takes the cool silver moonlight with a thin cold rim along the right contour of his cheek and shoulder and deeper, blue-violet shadow in the right folds of the robe; on the stone slab the shadow falls to his right. Particles drift around him on both sides -- golden motes like dust in the sun on the left, silver sparks on the right -- and a thin wind circles him, lifting the loose sleeve ends and the hem so the silk bellies and flutters outward, the left sleeve drifting one way and the right sleeve the other, hair tips flicking sideways with the gust. The glow of the disc is the one light that ignores the split, spilling identically onto both halves of his lap, revealing that the wind is real. Symmetrical, still, monumental; a mystical Chinese cultivation atmosphere rendered in crisp, precise linework with a polished digital painting finish, ethereal and epic.

到異世界修仙的少年（百年）

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