Chapter 119 The Heavenly Court is About to Be Established: One Hundred and Nineteen Days of Game Development...
[Tongtian: That's right, the drop rate for this gacha pool is outrageous.]
Seeing Yuanshi openly liking posts on the forum, Tongtian, who had been lurking and spying, couldn't bring himself to show himself.
God knows how upset he was when he realized he hadn't drawn his own character in the end.
What's most infuriating is that he was the one who suggested going to the pool as early as possible, so now he has no valid reason to complain to Yuan Yi.
I can only find solace in browsing forums and reading posts from other people who also had bad luck with gacha pulls.
However, there was an unexpected surprise: Yuanshi, the guy who cared most about his reputation, actually liked the post about the plane crash in such a high-profile manner.
He must have had a bad experience with the gacha pulls, maybe even worse than him, which made him so angry that he completely abandoned his airs as a direct descendant of the Three Pure Ones.
Thinking of this, Tongtian felt a rare sense of kinship with Yuanshi.
Everyone is equal before gacha pulls. Whether you're a saint or a little demon, if you can't get the card, you just can't get it. All those thousands of pulls you saved up are just a waste of time.
[Tongtian: Second brother, I understand. None of us wanted this to happen, @Yuanshi Tianzun.]
Tongtian, unusually, softened his tone and even addressed him as "elder brother."
However, upon seeing this sentence, Yuanshi Tianzun's face was even more gloomy than if he hadn't drawn the card at all. He had only accidentally clicked "like," but who would have thought that the forum's like mechanism had already been changed?
The most despicable thing is that Tongtian brazenly shouted in the forum, as if he was afraid that everyone would not know that he and Yuanshi had both crashed in this gacha draw.
The three saints of the Three Pure Ones failed to draw the Three Pure Ones card from the Three Pure Ones card pool and crashed. How could such a thing be allowed to spread?
Yuan Shi wanted to walk away in a huff, but there was a network separating him from the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the "like" he had accidentally clicked at the beginning, wanting to cancel it but feeling it was somewhat like burying his head in the sand.
As for the messages sent by Tongtian, he simply pretended not to see them.
After a long pause, Yuanshi let out a cold snort.
There's no rush to draw cards, but he definitely needs to discuss the matter of liking this post with Daoist Yuan Yi.
So, after talking to the two Westerners about their negative number of card draws, Yuan Yi was met with Yuan Shi's forum likes and complaints.
Yuan Yi rubbed her temples, looking at the red notifications that kept popping up in her friend list, and felt unusually tired.
She knew that launching two pools simultaneously would inevitably cause trouble, so next time she would definitely include a large disclaimer. She would tell players that gacha pulls are all about luck, and even without a pity system, luck can still bring you good cards.
Yuan Yi turned his attention to the forum, the main battleground of this public opinion battle.
There were no posts about getting lucky in the gacha pulls; instead, there were countless posts about people failing miserably in their gacha pulls.
Yuan Yi checked the drop records and found that the probability of getting the card was still the same as usual. It's just that the people who got the card didn't talk much on the forum, which led to this shift in criticism.
After all, Yun Zhongzi couldn't tell Yuanshi Tianzun that he had left Tongtian, and Maitreya Buddha of the West couldn't explain why he didn't look for the pool of the two saints but instead fished out Yuanshi Tianzun from the pool of the three pure ones.
Wow, what a coincidence!
As for not getting it, it's just that our fate hasn't arrived yet, and there's no use in contacting the planner.
Besides, how could she possibly tamper with such a small ginseng fruit tree under the supervision of Heaven? Ask Heaven about matters of fate.
Yuan Yi decisively shifted the blame to the Heavenly Dao, only to discover that Hongjun's main account was almost complete with all the Saintly puzzle pieces, while the Heavenly Dao's replacement account seemed to have not yet obtained a single Heavenly Card and was still using Earthly Cards as its main force.
Yeah, it must be fate that brought us together on the big day.
The Heavenly Dao is preoccupied with the great affairs of the universe every day, so it certainly has no time to attend to this game. It's definitely not because the gacha drop rate is too low that even the Heavenly Dao is prone to missing out on opportunities.
Haha, surely no one would think that the Heavenly Dao is addicted to games. Yuan Yi paused in fertilizing the ginseng fruit tree; there was no need to dwell on such unfounded speculation.
Although Hongjun's alt account logs in and checks in every day, diligently completing daily tasks to accumulate summoning points, who can predict fate?
It's just that we haven't gotten a single Heavenly Card in tens of thousands of years. Surely the Heavenly Dao, which has seen all the storms, won't take it to heart.
Just as Yuan Yi was comforting herself, a familiar voice rang out again.
Do you have any free time?
As if speaking of the devil himself, the moment that majestic and ruthless voice rang out, Yuan Yi broke out in a cold sweat.
"Could it be that he really crashed his plane because of the gacha game and is now coming after her?" Yuan Yi thought inappropriately.
Fortunately, Heaven doesn't usually concern itself with matters within its rules, and the reason it's seeking Yuan Yi's attention now is to discuss serious business.
"There will be another Heavenly Emperor in the world, who will rule over all living beings."
The Heavenly Dao's words were like a bombshell, startling Yuan Yi so much that he almost plucked a leaf from his own body.
How could someone like her, a nobody in the Heavenly Dao, possibly listen to such revelations of heavenly secrets?
Well, although she had become somewhat familiar with Tiandao since taking on the game project with him, and could be considered a semi-official member of the organization.
However, matters like the Heavenly Emperor being ordained by Heaven are still too advanced for our time.
Yuan Yi calmed himself down. Although he already knew who the future Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother would be, he still pretended to be surprised.
"Let Haotian be the Emperor and Yaochi be the Queen Mother, and let the two of them jointly govern the Heavenly Court and manage the affairs of the prehistoric world."
As soon as the Heavenly Dao uttered these words, the previously vague threads of destiny in Yuan Yi's mind instantly became clear.
However, Yuan Yi still feigned surprise: "Why?"
Why establish the position of Heavenly Emperor after Di Jun? Why choose the two attendants behind Hong Jun to jointly govern the Heavenly Court?
"Heaven and earth should work together for common development, and naturally someone should take the lead." After experiencing the era when everything in the Heavenly Court was handled by humans, there were naturally too many unexpected and trivial matters.
Although these are all minor issues like blocked spiritual veins and frequent appearances of ferocious beasts, their constant occurrence inevitably disrupts the development of the prehistoric world.
He also hopes for a new world development after the rise of the human race, so naturally he must provide a stable environment for development.
"Moreover, Yaochi Haotian has been listening to and serving Hongjun for many years, and his actions have been thorough and without any mistakes. After years of experience, he is naturally qualified for this position."
So you consider the position of Heavenly Emperor to be just a menial job? But on second thought, considering the Heavenly Dao's role in maintaining the world's rules, merely managing the affairs of the primordial world is indeed similar to menial work.
Yuan Yi had a flash of inspiration.
"Since neither of you has taken office yet, what business do you have with me, sir?" Yuan Yi didn't believe that Tiandao would come to chat with her for no reason. Since he had spoken to her, there must be a reason.
The Heavenly Dao remained silent for a long time.
He couldn't very well say that the Heavenly Court had only chosen two commanders, the Heavenly King and the Queen Mother, who were completely incapable of supporting the once magnificent Heavenly Court that was once surrounded by thousands of demons, so He wanted to find some people to go to the Heavenly Court to bolster its image.
He had already informed the Three Pure Ones, but after much thought, if he were to manage everyone, the one most affected would still be Yuan Yi and her game.
"Are you willing to enter the Heavenly Court?" the Heavenly Dao asked.
Yuan Yi immediately shook his head: "No, I am just a ginseng fruit tree. I don't even have the cultivation of a terrestrial immortal. If I go to the Heavenly Court, I will inevitably be looked down upon."
The Heavenly Dao knew something was amiss, but seeing that Yuan Yi's cultivation was truly insignificant in the primordial world—not to mention the Three Pure Ones, even compared to Yaochi—it was worlds apart. Judging solely from cultivation level, there was indeed some truth to it.
"But you are highly respected by all living beings in the primordial world and have the power to influence heaven and earth." The Heavenly Dao could not forget the frenzied state of the primordial beings when a major event was held in the game.
The two consecutive card pools released this time have attracted a lot of beings to break through their ranks, and through the game's feedback to heaven and earth, the Heavenly Dao has been able to feast on them.
Over the years, the Heavenly Dao has distributed a considerable amount of energy through the game, so it has always turned a blind eye to Yuan Yi's occasional borderline behavior, even including this good thing of entering the Heavenly Court ahead of time.
But Yuan Yizhi didn't dwell on this, only mentioning it lightly: "This is all thanks to the game. As long as there's a game related to the Heavenly Court, all living beings will naturally go to the Heavenly Court because of the game. Why should I be biased?"
Yuan Yi believes in treating everyone equally when making games, and issuing and buying cards must follow the general trend. However, once he goes to the Heavenly Court, he will inevitably have to consider workplace rules.
Although there are some offerings and the heavens seem to favor him, it is ultimately not a long-term solution for Yuan Yi.
"Why not release a game together with the Heavenly Court when it is re-established, to announce the Heavenly Court's return and guide the faith of all people?"
"Can."
The matter of the Heavenly Court was thus settled.
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And outside the Ninth Heaven, under a huge peach tree.
Nuwa hung on the tree and casually tossed the spirit pearl onto the tens of thousands of years old Renshui peach, while four or five game interfaces appeared in front of her at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the login was completed, and a wisp of divine consciousness split into several parts to enter the game and begin the daily routine.
I bought a new batch of seeds for the farm, completed my daily lessons in "Zixiao," and spent hundreds of draws in the Sanqing card pool; on the other hand, I chose a favorite mountain in the Miracle Wilderness, changed into my favorite clothes amidst the blooming trees, and resolved my lingering regrets; finally, I came to the never-before-released "Disciple Cultivation Simulator," where I was driven to the brink of angina by my subordinates Qingluan and Lingzhuzi, only to be comforted by Kong Xuan and Dapeng in the game...
Everything was arranged in an orderly manner. For years, Nuwa had been completing her daily game routine in this way, and then contacting her friends in the prehistoric world through the game.
Although there seem to be many tasks, they are all carried out simultaneously by a wisp of divine sense. If one does not deliberately linger, they can be completed in just two or three moments.
When Nuwa opened her eyes again, she patted the innate Ren water peach tree under her hand with satisfaction.
The reason she often comes to Zixiao Palace instead of Nuwa Palace is this: the innate Ren Water Peach Tree is connected to the earth's veins, and the efficiency of the game formation is much better here than elsewhere.
The internet speed is truly phenomenal. No wonder it's a peach tree planted by the Dao Ancestor himself; anything produced by the Dao Ancestor is bound to be of high quality.
Nuwa looked down and saw that it was still the same time. Hongjun was sitting on the futon under the tree, leisurely opening the game as usual.
Although they were master and disciple, Nuwa and Hongjun had developed some tacit understanding over the years. During this period, Hongjun's favorite game was "Disciple Cultivation Simulator," but compared to their disciples, who were of varying quality, Hongjun only had six disciples in the game.
Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa herself—each one possessed the qualities of a sage who could grasp things instantly. Nuwa couldn't even imagine how enjoyable it would be to simultaneously cultivate these six sages in the game.
However, Nuwa suddenly remembered the Daoist discussion assignment that Hongjun had given to his disciples not long ago, and she suddenly found the game detestable again.
Who would have thought that even becoming a saint wouldn't save one from being assigned homework by their master?
Nuwa sighed, but still obediently landed under the tree, intending to hand in her homework before her fellow disciples arrived.
After all, it was an assignment given by the Dao Ancestor, and Nuwa did learn some good things. Next time Yuan Yi asks her to participate in the game's closed beta test, she will definitely let her Daoist friend see what she's made of.
"Good." Hongjun glanced at it briefly and grasped about 70-80% of Nuwa's insights from the past few days.
Seeing that it was truly effective, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
Nuwa knew she had passed the test, so she sat down opposite the Dao Ancestor with peace of mind, planning to play a couple of rounds of "Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud" while waiting for her fellow disciples who had become saints to come and visit.
However, after the game ended, Nuwa noticed something was wrong: "Where are Master's two attendants?" In the past, when she came, attendants would serve her tea and water, and even give Lingzhuzi spiritual fire to nourish her body. Why are they gone now?
"In Heaven." Hongjun pondered for a moment, "Promoting a new game for my little friend."
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Author's Note: Nuwa: The internet speed at Zixiao Palace is still the best. I just stopped by to mooch off Master's Wi-Fi [doge emoji]
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