Chapter 92 The Ancestral Witch's Regret: The Ninety-Second Day of Game Making
Houtu hurried towards the source of the sound.
However, the space that was originally occupied by the enormous body is now empty. The bluish-gray robe glows with light, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the fact that the adult who was originally there has quietly disappeared.
The previously shrill voice had become utterly calm: "This is the greatest being in the entire world, and you've shown him. Dreamcatcher, you've done well."
At this moment, Houtu accepted the reality of having gained nothing. She recovered from the initial surprise of seeing her father god and the fleeting disappointment, returning to her initial calm and composed demeanor. However, she gripped her skirt tightly, crumpling the already rough linen into a ball.
This is just a game; the true Father God disappeared long ago, when the world was first created.
This is just a game; the game creators simply replicated a few aspects of the Father God's demeanor.
Houtu told herself this, and after a long while she opened her eyes and asked, "So the existence of the Dream Catcher is to awaken the Great God Pangu?"
[Not just Pangu, but also the lingering remnants of all living beings left behind in the primordial world.] A strange voice narrated calmly, [Mount Buzhou is the burial place of the great god Pangu. The newly born human race resonated with the aspect of Pangu before his dissipation, and thus you were born, Dream Catcher.]
You will walk this world, displaying different powers through different attire, to quell the lingering resentment of all beings. Dream Catcher, this is the destiny you bear.
The voice was unhurried, as if narrating some established fact.
But Houtu had only one concern: "Does this also include Pangu, the father god?"
Of course, all living beings in the primordial world were born from the remains of Pangu, and the lingering resentments left behind by Pangu are the most numerous. Your task is to fulfill these resentments and present a brand new primordial world to the slumbering god Pangu.
Voice: [I am the guide who was born because of you. Now that you know the mission of the Dream Catcher, it is time for me to leave.]
Dream catcher, may your wishes come true.
The sound gradually faded away until it disappeared completely. Then Houtu awoke from her dream, and before her were still the two little figures. Only the clothes she was wearing told Houtu that what she had experienced was not an illusion.
What follows is the game's established storyline: after bidding farewell to the human leader once again, the newly born Dream Catcher, carrying the sword given to him by the leader, embarks on a journey to quell the lingering resentment.
This time, Houtu did not look back at Buzhou Mountain. Dressed in the finest clothing made by humankind and wielding the sharpest sword, she stepped into the familiar yet different prehistoric world.
This time, she will follow in the footsteps of the Father God, traversing the vast and ancient world, and condensing the beauty and the great Dao of the primordial world onto her clothes to present to the Father God whom she has never seen.
Houtu tried her best to smooth out the wrinkles at the corner of her clothes when she woke up, but since they were made of coarse linen, they were too rough and still left traces.
But when she opened the silk gauze robe made of card pool, the long skirt woven by mermaids, and even the magic robe personally made by a Great Luo Golden Immortal, she was utterly exquisite and breathtaking. Compared to the Dream Awakening gift she wore, it seemed as if they came from a completely different world.
These clothes all need to be obtained through draws, and draws need to be exchanged for spirit stones, just like the card-drawing gameplay of "Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud".
The initial fervor that had awakened Pangu's lingering resentment had, for some reason, dissipated considerably, replaced by endless melancholy and sentimentality.
Houtu tugged at the hem of her clothes, recalling the feeling of her heart resonating with the words of the great god Pangu in her dream, and then shook her head.
This is just a game. Although it's made up in a very convincing way, the great god Pangu has long since transformed into the primordial earth. Why would someone need to wear beautiful clothes to awaken the so-called lingering thoughts?
This is clearly a new tactic designed by the game to sell cute dresses! To promote new gameplay and gacha pools, that guy from Wuzhuang Temple can come up with all sorts of nonsense.
Hou Tu clearly analyzed the underlying logic layer by layer. After understanding the design of the story and the reasons behind it, her hand still involuntarily went to the recharge interface and pressed the option for a ten-pull.
She wasn't there to play games; she was there to investigate the connection between Nuwa's ascension to sainthood and this game. Although the game was fake, and the gimmick of awakening Pangu was also fake, Nuwa's ascension to sainthood was real.
Therefore, it's perfectly normal for Houtu to spend money on gacha pulls to continue progressing in the game in order to find the key to becoming a saint. Houtu convinced herself and, as usual, maxed out her spending limit once again.
Many people, like Houtu, entered the card pool hoping to find an opportunity to become a saint, while others simply couldn't see through the sinister intentions behind the game.
In the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, Xuanming, who had just suffered a great defeat, hugged a dusty blue long-sleeved shirt and cried bitterly, "Father God, I'm sorry, I'm useless. I shouldn't have ignored the guidance of that voice and come to see you naked. It was my fault for not letting you see a brand new world!"
This burly man, standing sixteen feet tall, wore a long blue robe that seemed quite incongruous with his appearance, and his face was covered in tears. The piece of clothing he held, which had once been intact, had been completely crumpled into a tattered rag during Xuanming's lament, making it impossible for anyone to recognize what it had looked like not long ago.
Unlike Houtu, who is always calm and collected and can distinguish between the game and reality, Xuanming and his brothers mostly play the game based on intuition. They join when they want to, play when they want to, do what they want to do, and act according to their own will.
As for the game and reality, once I finish what I need to do in the game, I go to the other side. If there's nothing to do in the game, I come to the real world to train. If there's nothing to do in the real world, I go to the game to make new friends.
This gameplay style posed no obstacle whatsoever in "Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Clouds," allowing these Ancestral Witches to enjoy themselves immensely. Even though there was a minor incident where they were tricked by Kunpeng, they quickly forgot about it after Houtu helped them get revenge.
However, in "Miracle of the Primordial World," Xuanming suffered a major setback. At first, the character creation and identity recognition went smoothly. Under Nuwa's infinite patience and gentle gaze, even Xuanming obediently chose the appearance he wanted, creating a strong and imposing ancestral witch.
However, that strange, sarcastic voice quickly infuriated him, so much so that Xuanming only briefly touched upon the rest of the story.
When the strange voice repeatedly urged him to change his clothes and pay homage to the so-called "great being," Xuanming, who was already impatient, ignored it completely. He just stood there picking his ears and splashing water, and when he was urged too hard, he even cursed at the strange voice and the so-called great being.
Xuanming originally intended to quit the game. However, after hearing the strange voice and seeing that he could do nothing but scream helplessly, Xuanming simply stayed put.
The voice urged them on more and more urgently, growing softer and softer until it could no longer bear it and disappeared from this world.
Then the great being in the darkness sighed slowly: "So it was just darkness, just like chaos."
Upon hearing this, Xuanming jumped up from the ground in shock and ran towards the direction of the sound without thinking.
Damn it! He recognized the voice of their father god immediately. This majestic body and innate, unparalleled aura—this was none other than Pangu, the greatest father god who created heaven and earth and shaped the primordial world!
That hateful voice insists on being mysterious and talking about some "great existence". If you just say directly that you're awakening the Father God Pangu, would Xuanming just listen and not do it?
Unfortunately, what's missed is missed. Arriving too late only brings the sighs of Pangu. Xuanming's heart was truly broken; he pounded his chest and wailed. What had he done? He had actually disappointed even his father! He, Xuanming, was unworthy to be his father's child!
Xuanming grew increasingly heartbroken. When he finally saw the reason for the delayed appearance of the Dream Catcher in the game and the responsibilities the Dream Catcher should bear, Xuanming was so distraught that he banged his head against the ground, forcefully breaking through the illusory array. This time, he not only fell out of the dream, but also out of the game.
Even after being kicked out of the game, Xuanming was still preoccupied with the fact that he had caused the Father God to sigh. Still wearing the clothes from the game, he burst into tears. His cries were so loud that they attracted the attention of his other brothers.
First to arrive was Zhu Rong, dressed in red with red hair. His blazing flames almost burned away all the moisture on Xuan Ming's body.
"What's the use of crying! Since it's already happened, let's go to Wuzhuang Temple and find that so-called game producer, and make them change Father God back for us!" Zhu Rong said with a gloomy face, his words utterly uncompromising.
His temper was even more volatile than Xuanming's. While Xuanming merely went through the motions with the beginner's tutorial, he went straight for the fire on his body and started setting everything ablaze. He not only burned down the human realm but also reduced the gray dream world to ashes. Only when the flames reached the Father God and he was mercilessly banished by the Father God did he feel fear.
Because of his actions in the game, his account in "Miracle Wilderness" has been banned for three days, and he can't log in for a while.
However, he was quicker to figure it out than Xuanming. He knew that it was just the Father God in the game, so as long as he found the person who made the game, he could definitely change the previous plot.
Even if it's just a game, he couldn't possibly harm the Father God! Zhu Rong clenched his fists, intending to storm Wuzhuang Temple and start afresh.
Xuanming pondered his brother's words, even stopping his sobs. After a two-second pause, he shook his head again: "No, my sister told us not to provoke the people from Wuzhuang Temple."
Zhu Rong was now speechless. If anyone else had said this to him, Zhu Rong certainly wouldn't have listened. But since it was his sister who said it, Zhu Rong would definitely have to think about it again.
After all, Houtu was the most intelligent among the ancestral witches. Even Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, had to consider Houtu's opinion when making decisions.
Zhu Rong scratched his head, snatched the tattered cloth from Xuan Ming's hand, and instantly burned it to ashes.
After venting his anger a little, Zhu Rong, who was unusually calm, finally came up with a good idea: "Hou Tu only said that we can't go to Wuzhuang Temple, but she didn't say that we can't go to Buzhou Mountain."
"Didn't we meet the Father God at Buzhou Mountain in the game? Let's go to Buzhou Mountain now, find that damn dream catcher, and start over to make up for our regrets!"
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Author's Note: Before meeting Pangu: What noise was so annoying?
Upon seeing Pangu: Your voice is so unprofessional! If you had just said you were the Father God, we would have understood. [Lemon emoji]
Among the Ancestral Witches, Houtu was the most intelligent. The others were somewhat intelligent, but not much, wouldn't you agree, Zhurong? [doge emoji]
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