Yuanshi Tianzun's Mechanist Aesthetics! Evangelion Unit-01 Makes Its Debut!
That colossal warrior stood silently between heaven and earth.
It is not cold steel, but more like a living, breathing, perfect work of art.
Its skin Jade Purity Immortal Light, and its bones are the Chaos Divine Gold.
On its streamlined body, countless Order Runes, as fine as dust, are inscribed.
Those runes were not static.
They flowed slowly across the surface of the Colossus, each flicker precisely striking the underlying laws of the entire Metaverse, triggering waves of resonance.
Twelve pairs of wings, made of pure light energy, silently unfurled behind it.
The edge of each feather is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet so sharp that it causes ripples to spread across the surrounding space.
What's most captivating is the giant sword in its hand.
The sword has no physical form.
That was the embodiment of the "Order Dao" of the Yuanshi Tianzun, with visible Causality Chains coiled around it like venomous snakes.
It is conceivable that if this sword were to be swung, it would not sever the material world, but something far more powerful—fate.
The entire Metaverse was silent at this moment.
All noise, all clamor, all heartbeats were completely suppressed by this silent majesty.
Those Mechanist were just moments before basking in the glory of their "Moving Castle" or "Transforming Battle Vehicle" were now utterly speechless.
They tilted their heads back, their necks already aching terribly, yet not one of them was willing to look away even an inch.
Their minds were swept away by an ultimate perfection, leaving them completely blank.
Those previously proud creations, like the "centipede RV" and the "stone giant"...
Looking back now, it was just a pile of mud haphazardly stacked by naughty children, so ugly it was nauseating.
That's not a difference in skill.
That was a crushing defeat on a level of life itself.
It is an eternal chasm between "Tao" and "Technique".
"This... this is also... a house?"
The burly man "Shi," who was beaming with pride over his "spider tower," gaped wide, his voice shrill and off-key from the shock.
Luban Academy.
The teaching model in Gongshu Ban's hands fell to the ground with a "thud," shattering into pieces.
He stared intently at the light screen, trying to imprint every detail of that colossus into his soul.
The flawless mortise and tenon joints, the perfectly formed energy circuits, the form that embodies both supreme aesthetics and ultimate violence...
His eyes first showed utter shock.
Immediately, the shock transformed into a near-manic frenzy.
Ultimately, all emotions settled down and transformed into the purest and most primal form of worship.
"Master! This is the real Master!"
Gongshu Ban's knees buckled, and he prostrated himself in the most devout manner, facing the direction of the light screen.
The "way" of Art of Mechanisms that he had sought all his life has finally been found today!
In the face of the "Tao," his supposedly superior "techniques" are nothing but dust.
The figure of Yuanshi Tianzun was never revealed from beginning to end.
He merely showed all living beings in this world, in a way that could only be understood intuitively, what true "mechanical aesthetics" is.
After doing all this, he quietly withdrew.
Having achieved success, he dusted himself off and concealed his identity and fame.
Only that silent colossus remains, transformed into an eternal monument, standing tall on the central continent, becoming the only Sacred Land that every Mechanist must visit in their lifetime.
However, the appearance of this "Evangelion Unit-01" brought more than just shock.
It broke through a barrier in the way people think.
--Individual combat capability.
Prior to this, human warfare was limited to tribal brawls, with a belief in the power of numbers.
But the existence of this colossus has shown everyone a completely different possibility.
A sufficiently powerful individual can exert a deterrent force comparable to... or even countless armies!
This thought, like a seed of evil, quietly took root in everyone's heart.
Especially those warriors who have no talent for Art of Mechanisms but are born with superhuman strength or agility.
They looked at the colossal, towering warrior, then down at their own simple stone axes and spears.
A flame called "desire" blazed fiercely in my chest.
Can I... become that strong?
The first to sense the shift in the wind was still that man who always grasped the pulse of the times—the Zhurong of fire, Zhu Rong.
After a brief surge in popularity for his "Rongrongzi's Live Sales"Roasted Sweet Potato Live Broadcast Room, viewership inevitably began to decline.
Zhurong did not hesitate at all.
He immediately adjusted the content of his live Live Broadcast Room from "Primordial World on the Tip of the Tongue" to "Zhurong's Extreme Physical Training Camp" at lightning speed!
In the scene, Zhurong is no longer Roasted Sweet Potato.
He was carrying a small mountain formed from pure flames, and he was doing squats.
Each time he crouched down, the earth roared, and scalding magma gushed out from the cracks in the ground, becoming his most magnificent backdrop.
"Family members! Family members! Look carefully!"
"What's the use of just building those lumps of iron? True strength lies within!"
"Want to have muscles like mine? Want to punch the Chaos Demon Gods to pieces?"
Zhurong grinned at the camera, her powerful aura almost overflowing from the screen.
"Now! Right now! Sign up for my 'Extreme Physical Training Camp' and purchase the complete 'Pangu Body Forging Technique' course! I, Zhurong, will give you a free drop of 'Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood (Diluted Version)', which I personally refined!"
"With this, even if you're a sissy, you can instantly possess the strength to tear a tiger or leopard apart!"
Don't hesitate! Don't waver! Hesitation and indecision mean you've come for nothing! Spots are limited, first come, first served! Miss today, and you'll regret it for a year!
This simple, direct, and soul-searching marketing rhetoric instantly ignited the passion of all players in the Metaverse who revered individual strength!
"Holy crap! Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood! Is Master Rong serious?!"
"Forget whether it's real or fake! Anything made by Master Rong is guaranteed to be top-notch! I'm in! Laozi 'm tired of driving that beat-up RV doing trade; Laozi going to be a war god!"
"Muscles! Strength! That's the romance of men! Transformers? That's stuff only women play with!"
Zhurong's "gym" became an overnight sensation.
Countless players flocked to the game like madmen, and under the "devil training" of Zhurong, Gonggong, and other top-notch Ancestral Witch Gold Medal Coach, they let out howls of pain and pleasure.
The individual strength of the human race began to grow wildly in an extremely savage way.
They learned how to more efficiently extract every bit of strength from their muscles, and how to unleash the most terrifying destructive power with the simplest movements.
Just as the entire Metaverse was caught in a bipolar frenzy of "building Gundams" and "building muscle,"
The Underworld, the Order Divine Court.
Lin Shen was lying face down in front of the sand table, looking at the perfect colossus on his left and the muscular men radiating heat on his right, his mouth agape in an "O" shape, suffering from decision paralysis.
Just then, a faint voice sounded behind him.
"Junior Brother."
Lin Shen turned around and saw his Xuanming, who always shrouded himself in shadow and exuded a cold and profound aura.
For the first time ever, a hint of... distress appeared on Xuanming's face.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Lin Shen asked curiously.
Xuanming extended his pale finger and first pointed to the human players in the sandbox who were training frantically, their muscles bulging and their yang energy so strong it seemed to burst through the sky.
Then, he pointed to his "Shadow Friends Circle" where user activity was declining and it was almost overgrown with weeds.
He spoke in an almost resentful tone, enunciating each word carefully:
"Junior brother, they... aren't emotional anymore."