Chapter 100 A Glimmer of Hope: The Hundredth Day of Creating a Game
"The war between the Lich and the Demon race is a foregone conclusion. The two races will inevitably fight to the death and suffer heavy losses." Yuan Yi shook his head. "This is not only the general trend of heaven and earth, but also the destiny of the people."
The Way of Heaven acts as a rule to maintain order in the primordial world and guide its unchecked development. All its actions and behaviors are ultimately aimed at ensuring a more orderly and rapid development of the primordial world.
Because the game was beneficial to the development of the prehistoric world, the Heavenly Dao could tolerate Yuan Yi, this outlier. At the same time, due to the unlimited expansion and reproduction of the Wu and Yao races, coupled with their excessively long lifespans, the burden on the prehistoric world's resources had far exceeded the initial contribution of the abundant life forms to the prehistoric world.
At this time, a new race, the human race, which consumes fewer resources, has a faster generational turnover, and has great development potential, was favored by the Heavenly Dao.
Therefore, Heaven will inevitably find an opportunity to weaken the two races and support the human race; this is the general trend of Heaven and Earth.
The will of the people is determined by the ambition of the demon race to unify the prehistoric world. Although the demon race has not launched a large-scale attack on the witch race in recent years for various reasons.
However, their underhanded tactics of instilling the demon race's ideology in the Wu clan and subtly influencing them to use demon race currency and patterns never stopped.
As descendants of Pangu, the Wu tribe naturally would not bow to the Heavenly Court. However, as a major race occupying half of the primordial world, the Wu tribe could not ignore it either.
A war between the two races was inevitable, but due to a series of coincidences and Kunpeng's scheming, the war was brought forward.
Such a powerful force was subject to the supervision of the Heavenly Dao above, which prevented Yuan Yi from interfering, while Kun Teng used all sorts of schemes to stir up trouble below, yet no one noticed.
Even before, Yuan Yi could only warn everyone through the game.
Moreover, the great battle has already begun. Looking out the window, one can see that the demon race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array and the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array have already clashed.
The vast starry sky and the phantom of Pangu appeared on the battlefield at the same time, clashing fiercely. At this moment, the stars Tanlang and Yuheng in the starry sky had completely dimmed, and Yinghuo was also flickering, looking like it was seriously injured and about to perish.
The phantom of Pangu was now missing a right leg and an eye.
All of this indicates that important key figures from both races have perished.
Given such a deep-seated, irreconcilable feud, even if Hongjun were to arrive, he could only temporarily suppress the conflict, which would inevitably erupt again in the future. How could a mere ginseng fruit tree possibly have a good plan to protect both races?
Even more so, Yuan Yi asserted: "Among the demon emperor and his ministers, and the twelve ancestral witches, only one person from each clan can survive at most."
After saying this, Yuan Yi's face turned ashen, completely devoid of color.
Fuxi remained silent. As a cultivator skilled in divination, he could naturally tell that every word of Yuan Yi's words was true.
However, as a guest minister of the Heavenly Court, he was highly trusted by Emperor Jun in the past. Now that the Heavenly Court is in trouble, he naturally cannot abandon it. He must go against the will of Heaven to find a glimmer of hope for Emperor Jun and end this karmic entanglement.
Fortunately, Fuxi had come prepared. He took out a divination shell from his sleeve; he had already cast two divinations before coming. One divination concerned the Heavenly Court, and the other concerned Emperor Jun.
The Heavenly Court is doomed, but Di Jun still has a glimmer of hope in the East.
Fuxi displayed the two hexagrams: "Di Jun has always treated me very well, so I would not have miscalculated his chances of survival. I just don't know who is the one who left a glimmer of hope."
Although he said he didn't know, Fuxi was paying attention to Yuan Yi opposite him. In his view, this person who was not in the destiny but could change the destiny was Di Jun's only chance.
Yuan Yi's expression remained unchanged, but after understanding the two hexagrams, her eyes gleamed with wonder. If this hexagram was true, it would once again alter the outcome of the great calamity, and her plan would naturally succeed.
At this moment, Yuan Yi did not hide anything: "In this great calamity, there is indeed a glimmer of hope, and that hope lies in Hou Tu of the Wu tribe."
Yuan Yi's voice was ethereal, but the golden patterns on the small courtyard kept spinning, almost separating this place from the rest of the world.
Yuan Yi opened his game interface as usual, and the homepage of the dress-up game "Miracle of the Primordial World" popped up as soon as he logged in.
However, unlike the game version in the hands of players, the map of Yuanyi Games is marked with countless tiny dots, and at this moment, these dots have all been gathered in the home area of the game.
The homestead is filled with human figures dressed in various colors.
“They are human.” Fuxi gazed at the little people, many of whom vividly showed expressions of fear or terror on their faces, but quickly calmed down with the reassurance of their companions.
He recognized at a glance that this was his sister's creation, not a virtual NPC constructed through an array, but a real human being who had once existed in the primordial world.
Yuan Yi nodded: "The great war between the Wu and Yao races will surely affect the entire prehistoric world. The human race is not as strong as the two races, so before this great war, I summoned all the humans back."
As for how to recall them, as a game developer, isn't it only natural to modify the program to recall game NPCs to the game home with one click?
As for the obstacles from the primordial world, as long as the corresponding price is paid, the Heavenly Dao will naturally not hinder this action to protect the human race.
"However, the game itself is constructed from arrays, making it extremely fragile. It can only summon back the humans who were creating their characters in the game before they attained enlightenment." As for the humans who have already attained enlightenment and have the ability to protect themselves, as long as they don't foolishly participate in the Lich War, they should have no problem hiding in the world and preserving their lives.
Yuan Yi remained calm, showing no awareness whatsoever of his own rudeness in uttering such startling words.
On the contrary, Fuxi was at a loss for words. Who could turn the prehistoric human race into a game NPC and carry it with him? Who could have imagined that?
No wonder he was personally chosen by the Dao Ancestor to be the one who could change the destiny of Heaven.
"Then what does this have to do with Houtu and Baodi Jun?" Fuxi pressed. "Relying on the power of the formation, it can't even accommodate one ten-millionth of the strength of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. It's impossible for him to abandon everything to enter the formation."
Yuan Yi: "Therefore, this glimmer of hope depends on Hou Tu..."
Before Yuan Yi could finish speaking, the array separating the courtyard from the world shattered, and he swallowed the rest of his words.
But Fuxi had seen a glimmer of hope, and his heart was at peace.
He simply bowed and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist." Whether it was his painstaking efforts to protect the human race or his efforts to find a way out for the Wu and Yao races, Fuxi owed Yuan Yi a debt of gratitude.
However, Di Jun's only chance of survival lies with Hou Tu. Now that the Wu and Yao tribes are locked in a life-or-death struggle, is Hou Tu truly willing to give Di Jun a chance at life?
Fuxi was in a new predicament, but Xiao Shi, hidden in his sleeve, could no longer tolerate the adults' half-hearted way of speaking.
He had only been reluctantly patient because Master Fuxi was seeking a way to save his father, but now he saw that Master Fuxi and the other side had come to an end.
At this moment, Little Golden Crow rushed out impatiently: "Teacher, it was not the Witch Clan who killed my brothers, but someone else! Please help me to go to my father and mother and tell them the truth."
At this moment, Little Golden Crow finally regained some rationality from its fear and anger, realizing that the idea of going to the battlefield alone was completely unreliable, so it placed its hopes on its familiar teacher.
Fuxi gazed at Xiao Shi: "You must not act rashly. Now you are the only remaining crown prince of the Heavenly Court, so you should prioritize your own safety."
It's uncertain whether Di Jun can escape this calamity. If not, Fu Xi will naturally take good care of his only remaining offspring.
"No, this was a conspiracy by villains! As the crown prince, I should expose the conspiracy and protect the demon race." He also wanted to clear the names of his uncles and elders from the stigma of the witch clan and find the enemy who killed his brother to avenge him.
Fuxi hesitated, but his grip tightened, determined to keep the little golden crow in this safe area. As long as it didn't leave, the little golden crow's life was not in danger.
The little golden crow also realized something was wrong. He struggled to escape and even tried to speak ill of his teacher, Fuxi.
"Teacher, let me go! I must tell my father and mother the truth!"
"Now is no longer the time for the truth to solve things. You should stay here and wait until the dust settles," Fuxi said, frowning as he reassured her.
However, both of them had their own convictions, and neither could convince the other for the time being. They simply did their own thing, and Little Golden Crow inevitably fell behind.
At this moment, Yuan Yi, who was multitasking, quietly peeked out: "Why not use the game interface to send a message to the demons?"
This place is still some distance from the battlefield of the Lich War, and ordinary telepathic communication would not be able to avoid reaching the ears of the main players of the two peerless formations. However, the game is connected by ley lines, so as long as enough messages are sent, one of them will eventually be seen by the person in charge.
If all else fails, spreading the news of the Golden Crow's misfortune throughout the entire demon and witch races will at least reduce the fighting spirit of the demon crows on the battlefield.
The little golden crow and Fuxi's eyes lit up; how come they hadn't thought of this method?
So Fuxi stopped holding onto the little golden crow and helped it open the game interface. The little golden crow then unleashed a barrage of messages on the chat interface, not only sending a message to its closest blood relatives and uncle that it was still alive, but also sending a group voice message to everyone in the demon and witch clans.
"It's not that Uncle Zhurong wants to kill me, it's that someone wants to frame the Wu tribe and start a war!"
Upon hearing this news, the lesser demons and the witch clan were stunned for a second, and even the witch and demon clans on the battlefield softened their attacks.
The battlefield where the true core ministers of the Heavenly Court fought against the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been completely turned into a meat grinder. Countless great witches and demons were pulverized, with only the remaining Ancestral Witches and the great demons centered around the Emperor still fighting each other.
At this moment, as this voice message from Xiao Shi automatically played in the game's ley lines, both races involuntarily switched their speeds up.
Zhu Rong, who had already lost half of his body, shouted arrogantly: "I already said I didn't touch you bunch of brats, you've all been tricked. Bah, you always call yourselves shrewd."
Di Jun remained silent, simply transforming into his original form to control the operation of the Zhou Tian Star Array, the flames around him seeming to burn away the entire primordial world. Zhu Rong, who had first uttered those reckless words, lost another hand.
Now that things have come to this, the witch and demon races are locked in a life-or-death struggle. Rather than delving into the past, it's better to seize this opportunity to pursue them.
As for the children's revenge, a metallic taste emanated from Di Jun's mouth; he would naturally take his revenge later!
Emperor Jun, carrying the Kunpeng, charged straight into the Ancestral Witch Formation, intending to take the life of another Ancestral Witch and completely dissipate the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. The Great Witches of the Witch Clan fought with increasing ferocity, determined to take down the demons even if it meant their bodies were destroyed.
The battle escalated once again, and this time even the distant Buzhou Mountain was shaken by the aftershocks of the formation.
The little golden crow was completely dumbfounded: "Why are Father, Mother, and Uncle Xuanming fighting even more fiercely?"
Fuxi and Yuanyi had anticipated this development. They remained silent, watching the little golden crow struggle to fly away again.
Yuan Yi said, "The matter will be settled soon."
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Author's Note: I've actually reached the 100th chapter! [Sprinkling flowers] I was really excited when I wrote this title.
Actually, I didn't think I could write for long at the beginning, and I even had the thought of giving up halfway through. I would occasionally reflect on whether I was not good enough, but I persisted every day while feeling regret.
I've been updating daily for two months now, and I've reached 100 chapters. I even briefly made it onto the diligence list, though I was quickly pushed off again. [doge emoji]
But I'm really happy to have come this far, and I'm very grateful to all the little angels for their companionship.
The cover for my new novel has arrived, and I love the flower on the pretty lady's head! [Sprinkling flowers] My little angels, you can check out my pre-orders. My next novel will be about a silly player and a protective sect leader hurting and growing together. [Standing-eared rabbit head] (I'm a scumbag author who advertises my next book before even finishing one.)
Finally, all I can say is thank you, my little angels, for reading this far. I hope you're all happy every day! [cheering emoji]
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