Even Tough Guys Fear Account Deletion! The Primordial World Returned to Pre-Liberation Overnight!

[World Announcement: The first phase of the 'Wonderful Journey to the Underworld' test has ended. Thank you for your active participation.]

[World Announcement: To enhance the gaming experience and create a healthier, more positive gaming environment, the 'True Spirit Wear' system will be officially launched in one hour!]

[Countdown begins now!]

The cold, emotionless system notification sound instantly plunged the entire Metaverse into absolute silence.

The world, which was bustling and filled with laughter just a moment ago, was silenced by an invisible hand.

Solidification.

Time did not freeze; what froze were the expressions on the faces of every living being.

One hour.

Just one hour later, death will no longer be a lighthearted joke of simply blacking out and meeting again at the respawn point.

Every time you "fall down," it leaves an indelible crack on your soul.

After ten times, welcome to the true Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Whether you are reborn as an animal or continue as a human depends entirely on the mood of the Empress Houtu today, and whether you have accumulated enough karma in this life.

"Buzz--!"

The deathly silence lasted only three breaths.

Three breaths later, the public channel of the Metaverse was completely overwhelmed by a terrifying, landslide-like chaos!

That wasn't a discussion, nor was it an expression of amazement.

It was a collective collapse triggered by the most primal fear of "the end"!

"True Spirit Wear?! Deleting the account and starting over?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Don't scare me! I just kicked a fellow Daoist off the 'Mountain of Knives Grass Sliding' course while trying to get the center position! How... how do you calculate this karma?!"

"It's over! I have ten lives, and I've already lost nine of them in the 'Inner Demon Trial Zone' just to experience the ultimate NTR thrill of my wife running off with someone else! If I die one more time, I'll just be reincarnated?!"

"Help! I don't want to be a pig in my next life!"

Panic, like an invisible plague, swept through every corner of the Metaverse with speeds exceeding the speed of light.

Underworld -Theme Park.

Inside the "Cauldron of Oil Hot Spring," the players who were just enjoying a relaxing bath and discussing whether the spicy broth or the mushroom broth was healthier were suddenly thrown into hot oil like live fish, splashing and exploding out of the pot!

They didn't even have time to wipe the soup off their bodies. Their faces were pale, and they hurriedly put on their clothes, their eyes filled with the terror of surviving a disaster.

The "Bridge of Helplessness Extreme Bungee" project was immediately suspended.

Several players who had just been launched into the air and were about to strike a cool pose let out a scream even more shrill than when they were being chased by the Chaos Demon Gods the moment they heard the announcement.

The excitement of seeking thrills was gone from that voice.

All that remains is the pure fear of "accidentally falling to your death and having your account deleted."

The various entertainment venues, which were once packed with people and had no room to even step in, became deserted within minutes.

Instead, unprecedentedly long queues formed in front of the teleportation arrays leading to the "safe zones" of the major cities.

The players jostled and pushed each other, their expressions tense, as if countless vengeful ghosts were lurking behind them.

"Make way! Make way! My wife is about to give birth!"

"Get lost! You're a single dog without even a cultivation partner, where are you planning to conceive a wife? Don't think I don't know you're trying to cut in line!"

"Brother! Please! Let me go first! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and young Pet Egg to feed. What will happen to them if I die!"

The entire Metaverse has regressed from a "Entertainment to Death" party atmosphere to a primitive survival state of "just surviving is enough."

The wilderness dungeon area instantly became a no-man's land.

The tusked boars and Unicorn Rabbit, once chased all over the mountains by players and used as mobile experience packs, are now leisurely munching on spirit herbs, gazing blankly at this suddenly quiet and peaceful world.

They couldn't understand it.

How did those ferocious two-legged creatures suddenly become vegetarians?

Before the Six Paths of Reincarnation Tunnel.

Xing Tian, the Mechanist, and Ling, the three newly crowned champions, also fell into silence.

"True Spirit Wear? Interesting."

Xing Tian touched his bald chin. Instead of fear, a Battle Intent ignited on his wild face.

"Perfect, let those wimpy cowards go home, so they won't get in the way on the battlefield."

For him, fighting was about living in the face of death.

The Mechanist adjusted his Crystal Goggles; countless streams of data were flashing by like a waterfall on the screen in front of him.

"Chance of death: 10 times. Is the single-time attrition rate a fixed 10%, or does it increase incrementally? Does the danger level of the death scenario affect the attrition rate? Does suicide within the absolute safety zone count towards the chance of death?"

His mind had already begun frantically calculating the optimal survival strategy under the new rules.

Only Ling remained standing quietly in the shadows, as if everything outside was irrelevant to her.

For an assassin, death is merely the price of a failed mission.

Whether you have ten more chances or ten fewer chances, it makes no essential difference.

Just as the entire Primordial World was plunged into chaos by this sudden "version update".

Two figures approached together.

They still looked travel-worn, their faces etched with hardship, as if they were deeply concerned for the well-being of the people.

These are the two founders of the Western Teachings, Jieyin and Zhunti.

Looking at the scene of panic and chaos before them, at the players who were almost fighting tooth and nail for a single teleportation spot, the sorrow on their faces deepened.

The Saint Zhunti sighed deeply, his voice filled with compassion for all humanity.

"Alas, all living beings suffer, and the fear of death is inherent in all people."

The Sage Jieyin, appeared solemn and dignified.

"Since we are Sage, we should seek a way to liberate all sentient beings."

They exchanged a glance.

In the depths of each other's sorrowful eyes, they both saw a dazzling, radiant light—a light that seemed to shine through the darkness—a light that seemed to belong to Buddha.

Zhunti cleared his throat and, addressing the countless players trembling with fear in the void, spoke slowly in an incomparably solemn yet compassionate tone.

"Esteemed benefactors, there is no need to panic."

"I have calculated that although you are destined for this calamity, you are not entirely without a way out."

He abruptly changed the subject, revealing his true intentions.

"Our Western Teachings is willing to use its boundless Buddhist teachings to accept the karmic consequences of this world."

"Today, we are launching a brand new service to all beings in the Three Realms—"

Zhunti's voice suddenly became passionate, filled with the enthusiasm of a product launch, each word striking precisely at the players' most vulnerable nerves.

"The Western Pure Land, VVIP Package awaits you in your next life!"

"And..."

"Reincarnation Responsibility Co., Ltd. is now open for business!"