Chapter 2 Promotional PV
Blue Star.
The promotional video PV of the world of immortals and demons has made headlines on major platforms, and countless people are eagerly waiting for the promotional PV to be released at 10:00.
The World of Immortals and Demons is a holographic online game that claims to be ahead of its time and can give players a 100% real gaming experience.
The game boasts that the six senses of sound, touch, smell, taste, hearing, and sight are exactly the same as in reality. In previous advertisements, it has repeatedly and loudly promoted that the game database has a numerical framework comparable to the real world. It has also innovatively introduced a super-intelligent emotional AI model, which can achieve super technology that never freezes the frame and never repeats the refresh of dungeons, wild monsters, and NPCs.
The original promotional words: "There are no two leaves in the world that are exactly the same, and there will be no two NPCs in our game that are exactly the same."
Whether or not they have such strength, the spectators are not sure, but one thing is certain -
This game company is really rich!
Have you ever seen the ubiquitous game ads?
No matter you are looking up information, surfing the Internet, watching movies and TV shows, chatting with others, or shopping, as long as you use electronic network devices, you will receive pop-up advertisements from the Xianmo World company. The coverage is so wide that it makes people wonder whether this game company has kidnapped the mothers of the people in charge of various platforms.
They worked so hard that people had the illusion that if the game didn't become a hit, the management of the game company would line up and jump off buildings because of the sky-high advertising fees.
Such high-density and high-intensity exposure has helped this game attract a lot of onlookers. In the streets and alleys, from first-tier metropolises to eighteen-tier small towns, people are talking about the world of immortals and demons in every corner.
Song Mu was also waiting for the game trailer.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the official website of the game is updated on time.
Almost at the same time, Song Mu clicked on the video expectantly.
What meets the eye is a sea of crimson, misty and floating, as if the sky and earth are shrouded in a brilliant red mist.
As the view zoomed in, Song Mu could see clearly that it was a destroyed village. The shriveled corpses of people and animals lay in the flames, with indescribable fear on their faces. It seemed as if the life was suddenly sucked out of them. They held the farm tools tightly in their hands, but their eyes were staring into the distance with empty eyes.
Just a flash of light put Song Mu under great psychological pressure.
He is an actor and has appeared in many films. The characters in front of him do not look like computer-generated portraits, but more like real-life performances. If you look closely, you can even see the texture of their skin and count the number of their beards and sideburns. This is completely different from the gummy feeling of computer synthesis.
But the scene before us showed at least a hundred real corpses. Where in the entertainment industry could we find such a group of extras with superb acting skills?
The perspective is shifting, and the video seems to be someone's memory—
A male voice muttered to himself, "In the world of immortal cultivation, is there no room for ordinary people to survive?"
The voice was gentle and indescribably lonely. He looked up at the sky, and his perspective also turned to the top of his head. There were two full moons in the sky, no different from the moon on Earth, the same size and similar shape, hanging in the air on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right, dazzling with blood-red brilliance.
Before Song Mu could marvel at the excellent picture quality, the entire view suddenly turned black the next second.
Someone was hurrying in the darkness, and there was the sound of arrows raining through the air. Song Mu heard the "thump thump" of his heart beating violently, and the characters in the plot were running. Another long cry was heard, and clang -
The sword is unsheathed.
"Dang——" was the violent collision of swords and rain of arrows.
In the darkness, the battle is about to break out.
Song Mu couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling like he was fighting along with the characters in the plot. He was clearly following the plot, but when he heard the arrows brushing past his ears, making a "whoosh" sound, he still felt angry out of nowhere, "Bullying the few with the many!"
He secretly prayed that the characters in the promotional video would run faster and not get hurt.
Bright red blood slowly dripped into the darkness.
Tick.
One drop of blood, two drops
The entire screen was filled with only a few drops of bright red.
The character was gasping for breath, each breath trembling, but the occasional death screams of the enemies proved that he had not fallen yet and could still fight.
Song Mu's emotions were suppressed to the extreme. He felt that he was also fighting with the characters in the plot. The next second, the whole picture suddenly returned to brightness and color.
At dawn, the world is quiet, and there is a man looking at himself by the water.
Song Mu finally saw the appearance of the character in the plot clearly. What kind of face was that?
There is never a shortage of beauties in the entertainment industry, and he has seen all kinds of handsome guys, but none of them can compare to the man in front of him.
She is handsome and elegant, with a straight nose and pale pink lips. Her eyes and eyebrows are full of warmth and gentleness, just like a piece of warm jade, of outstanding quality and warm when held.
Even though he was in a mess, his clothes were stained with blood, and there was a new wound under his eyelid, it did not diminish his demeanor in the slightest. Instead, it made people feel more reliable. It seemed that as long as they got close to him, disasters would naturally stay away, and there was no need to worry about being hurt.
Song Mu stared at the blue-robed monk on the screen, watching him wipe the blood off his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. Behind him was the rising sun, and for a moment he had the illusory feeling of attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven.
The scene changes again.
This time the switching is faster, and each frame is a true and magnificent record of the disaster, just like a photography, clearly capturing the shocking various aspects of life.
Just see.
Under the yellow sand, people were fleeing, and in the distance, smoke and dust were rolling. It seemed that two sides were fighting fiercely. Countless magic spells collided, lighting up half of the sky with colorful lights.
The refugees, like cattle and horses, bent over their loads of grain, seeds, bedding, and cotton clothes, humbly prayed to the monks to end the war as soon as possible. It had been who knows how long since they had had water, their cloudy eyes no longer able to shed tears, as if numb. Their bony fingers tightly grasped their belongings. Song Mu could even see the bloodstains of dry cracked lips and the black stains of years under their nails.
See you again.
The monsters were causing trouble, and the rivers burst their banks. Wherever they went, millions of people were crying, millions of people were howling, and millions of people were desperately rushing to higher ground. A woman held her child high up in the air, but she was pushed down by the crowd. Pairs of feet stepped on the bodies of the mother and child and moved forward. The mother howled like a she-wolf, frantically using her hands, feet, teeth, and all the strength she could to protect the child under her.
When Song Mu saw those eyes, he found it hard to describe what kind of look they were. He had seen so many disaster movies, but he had never seen eyes like this. The pain was mixed with crazy determination. She struggled but was ruthlessly drowned, like a tear rolling into hot oil.
“This is the human world.”
There was a gentle male voice without any fluctuation in my ears, and the scene changed in an instant.
That night.
Hundreds of winged demons with scarlet eyes surrounded the town, drooling over the creatures trapped inside.
The city was dead silent, with no lights and swaying shadows of trees. Desperate and panicked faces hid behind doors, gritting their teeth and holding heavy objects against the doors. Children were hugged by their parents, clearly terrified to the extreme, but they dared not cry.
Song Mu saw the blue-robed monk.
He stood outside the city, holding a long sword in his hand, and calmly stared at the demon not far away.
The moonlight was bright, and he was quietly waiting for something. Suddenly, he heard a sharp and long howl, and the demons seemed to have received instructions and flew into the air. They rushed into the city one after another, eager to enjoy the blood meal in front of them, but unexpectedly, a sword light appeared, as bright as daylight.
The sword moved and the wind rose, sweeping away a large fluttering shadow.
The monk drew his sword, without any fancy moves. Each sword strike decisively cut down a few demons. The sword light illuminated his eyes, and he showed no fear at all.
When Song Mu saw him make a move, he couldn't suppress his joy, but his happiness didn't last long. Seeing that the monk was surrounded and had to deal with dozens of demons at the same time, he became nervous again.
The monks are very strong, but there is always a time when they run out of strength. These damn demons seem to be endless. After killing a few, new ones will rush over, one after another, like a thick black fog, leaving no way to retreat.
Song Mu played a brave and warlike young general. In the script, he fought against thousands of troops alone, killing his way back and forth in the enemy army without any damage.
He had always admired such a fierce and decisive character, but at this moment, seeing several more scars on the monk's body, the bright red blood made the demon even more crazy. It pounced on him like it had lost its mind, stretched out its sharp claws and drooled, wanting to tear him to pieces. Song Mu just wanted him to escape quickly.
Run away, and you will die.
The monk's jade crown was shattered, and his long hair fell down, covering the expression on his face. Song Mu didn't know what kind of mood the monk was in when fighting so many monsters, and he didn't dare to imagine whether he would have the courage to fight alone. The person in the video was still swinging his sword, and the sword light took away a few more ferocious monsters.
This battle was more thrilling than Song Mu had imagined. The demon was cunning. It took advantage of him fighting his own kind in front of him several times to attack him from behind. Its sharp claws were aimed straight at the monk's back, and it was just a little bit away from touching him, but it was still kicked away by the monk.
As dawn approached, the monk ended the battle. The seemingly endless demons all died under the monk's sword. The smelly gray-black blood soaked the soil, and the ground under his feet was wet and sticky, and every step he took was high and low.
The monk found a small stream flowing through the mountains, bent down to drink the water, and his long hair was soaked in the stream, like seaweed. The moon was reflected on the water, swaying and floating on his long hair.
He drank enough water, cleaned his wounds, and wiped his sword. He was always busy.
Even though he was injured, his face did not show any weakness or hesitation. He still had a smile on his lips and a gentle expression. His eyes were reflected in the water, sparkling like frost.
The sun rose as usual, and it was a new day. The monk looked at the town in the morning light, stretched, and turned to leave.
He did not disturb anyone, nor did he ask for any reward. He just disappeared quietly into the path.
Song Mu didn't know how to describe his current mood. He looked at the monk in the video and suddenly felt the desire to follow him. He wanted to follow the monk throughout the world, slaying demons and monsters, exorcising evil and supporting the weak. If he were by the monk's side, he would definitely protect his back. The monk only needed to point his sword at the enemy in front of him.
The cruel world of immortals and demons needs just and gentle people like monks to change it.
It is precisely this gentleness that makes people willingly follow you.
The video is coming to an end.
boom.
The sudden roar of a thunderstorm shattered the tranquil atmosphere that had been created. Amidst the blizzard, countless lightning bolts converged in the sky, illuminating the world with this overwhelming force, leaving it all in a blanket of white.
The blue-robed monk flew his sword towards the world-destroying thunderbolt. His long hair was spread out behind him and a smile hung on his handsome face, as if he did not take the thunderbolt seriously.
A calm male voice narrated for him, "I, Jian Shiyuan, have never been afraid of anything since I started practicing."
"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. I want to see on this day how far the human cultivators can go."
A row of golden regular script appeared on the screen
[Join the Condensing Mist Sect and follow Sect Master Jian Shiyuan to experience the authentic world of immortals and demons. The game offers a variety of professions to fulfill your dream of cultivating immortals. Do you want to make a reservation? Yes/No]
Song Mu: "I'm having a blast! Yes, yes, yes, yes—"
Following the instructions below the video, Song Mu quickly filled in all the information. When he exited the application link and looked at the game's official website, the video had already been viewed a million times.
How many people are watching this online?!
Looking at the official website statistics, the number of people who applied for internal testing quotas is 302001
The number is still increasing rapidly, with tens of thousands more appearing every time a new page is refreshed.
"The company has released a few internal testing spots."
Song Muche went to the game forum, and the hottest topic was [One person wrote in blood! Requesting the planners to open more beta test slots! One hundred really isn't enough! I'm kneeling down.]
When I clicked on the post, the host had collapsed and was crying in the building.
[Original Poster: I've never won a prize since I was a child, not even a second bottle! Now, we're randomly drawing 100 people from tens of thousands of applicants. With a few hundred percent chance, I definitely won't be drawn. Woohoo, I can't live without the Immortal and Demon World. Please, planners, look after my children and open up more spots. You are my father.]
+1 for every post, sometimes a few
[OP, the number of people has increased again, your main post can be updated]
[It's 2075/1 now, wish me good luck]
[This game is too hardcore, you guys can't handle it, let me do it]
[Looking for a spot in the internal testing phase, private chat, price is negotiable, I have enough money]
[Upstairs, money is useless. The game's game cabinet is bound to the player's real information and cannot be transferred.]
[xdm, the opportunity to test my bloodline has arrived. To be honest, I just stowed away from Africa.]
Song Mu felt unwell.
The official website showed that the number of applicants had exceeded 800,000. He was not lucky, so there was no chance of him getting a spot in the internal test. After feeling heartbroken for several seconds, Song Mu calmed down and started browsing the forum.
Actually, it’s pretty good to be a cloud player. Playing games is so tiring, but I don’t feel jealous at all.
As expected of a game project that has been promoted without any hesitation, the forum is already full of hot posts.
There are analysis of NPC personality [plot easter egg? What kind of person is Jian Shiyuan in the trailer?]
There are speculations about the worldview [discussion: The world is in chaos, and the people are displaced. Is restoring order in the human world and slaying demons the main plot of the game?]
There are some who write serialized fan fiction [Creative: The Years I Was the Sect Master's Personal Disciple]
There are fan drawings [quickly draw a picture of the master slaying demons, bless me to get a place in the internal test]
There are people who are licking the game company's boots [Such a sincere promotional PV, every frame is comparable to a famous painting, the budget is burning through every minute! The game company really invested a lot of money, what pig farms and goose farms are nothing compared to the world of immortals and demons!]
Song Mu scrolled through the hot posts on the screen and finally clicked on the NPC personality analysis post.
[Durian is YYDs: I believe everyone has seen the trailer, so let's get straight to the point and discuss the personality of NPC Jian Shiyuan rationally. Large picture included]
[There's a little Easter egg in the opening scene, where the village is on fire. See the attached jpg. Everyone, look carefully at the bucket of water in the corner. Is there a figure in it? Let's take a screenshot, zoom in, brighten it, and increase the resolution—it's Jian Shiyuan!]
[Everyone, look at his eyes. Is there a scar?]
"It's well known that eyes are a very fragile part of the body. At first, I thought the red village was the result of the flames. Now, I think even if it were a flame, it would be orange-red, definitely not that bright. Looking at the reflection in the bucket, I reasonably suspect that Jian Shiyuan's eyes are injured, and everything he sees is crimson."
[Tigger: The OP is quite capable, I’m waiting for the update]
[In the scene, the villagers were killed instantly, without even resisting. Despite their horrific deaths, their skin lacked livor mortis, indicating they were killed relatively recently.]
I carefully observed the scattered farm tools and the traces on the ground in the corner. I found only a few hoof prints, likely left by cattle or sheep, but no signs of fighting. I have two theories.
[1 Jian Shiyuan was involved in a fight and was injured. He chased the person all the way to this village.]
[2 Jian Shiyuan happened to pass by this village that had been completely slaughtered]
[As we saw in the trailer, Jian Shiyuan protects the townspeople, willingly fighting against hundreds of demons and refusing to leave even when exhausted. This shows that he hates evil and sympathizes with the weak. Therefore, no matter which of the above situations occurs, Jian Shiyuan will hunt down the murderer who massacred the village.]
[This fits the subsequent plot perfectly]
[Have you noticed that the twin moons are blood red, but their spots, shape, and size are no different from the moons here. Later, when Jian Shiyuan drinks water, the moon is reflected in the water, its light bright and not red. If there's no blood moon in this worldview, it's because Jian Shiyuan's eye injury has disturbed the moonlight. Despite his eye injury, he could be facing blindness, yet he resolutely pursues the murderer. The subsequent scene is pitch black, and I think he might actually be blind.]
[Please let me draw it: Jian Shiyuan chased after her even though he knew he was injured. He is more persistent than I thought.]
[I am the European Emperor: He won the battle blind, that's really amazing! Listening to that plot, that group actually used long-range weapons against him, a blind man, it was really wicked, opening the door to wickedness, wicked to the extreme]
[Tigger: They're all bullying the weak with their numbers. They can't even beat the Lord Sect Leader. What a bunch of noobs.]
[Freud: I prefer hypothesis 2. Jian Shiyuan had a knife wound on his eye. In the subsequent dark scenes, I didn't hear any sound of swords clashing. The attackers ambushed him with bows and arrows the entire time. The accidental air explosion must have been some kind of explosive weapon.]
[There's also an Easter egg. I wonder if you're worried about the mother and son. They're still alive. See the jpg image.]
[I checked the faces of all the people hiding behind the door, and found that mother and son! They are still alive!]
The picture shows a corner of a town surrounded by demons, with a frail mother holding her child with tears on her face.
[Jian Shiyuan saved them once again.]
Seeing this, Song Mu felt indescribable. He silently read a comment under the post.
[He is a true knight, looking directly at the suffering of the weak and guarding the faint hope.]
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs.
Let this day see——
What kind of world can we create when we are ignored by it!
Perhaps this is the meaning of the world of immortals and demons?
Song Mu rolled around on the bed, "I really don't want to be a cloud player! I don't want to watch others play games! Please, give me a chance to follow the master! For this, I am willing to offer my hair!"
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