Night passed, and morning came.
At seven in the morning, Sword Forging Manor welcomed a batch of blacksmiths who had just logged in.
In the plaza, five VIP cash-shop account characters—Giant Shell, Thunder God, Water Deer, Lightning Stone Puppet, and Heart Seal—stood quietly before them.
These five Transforming Self Realm beings stood as still as statues, their consciousnesses erased, without moving an inch.
The manor quickly rang with cheers like a surging tide. A thousand blacksmiths shouted:
"Fuck!"
"Fuck! A great harvest!"
"We schemed and laid plans for so long, and finally struck it rich! We completely cleared out the graveyards of five ancient factions!"
"Can we log in?"
"I want to log in! I want to log in!"
"Stop fooling around! You can't control them!"
"Wait! Mama Sun Moon Su Yu Niang, I want to see the battle scenes of you delivering lines to those clansmen at other ancestral graves while acting cool! Hurry up and bring them out! Plaza movie, start! My heart's itching so badly! If I can't watch the movie, I'm going to die!"
The crowd chattered and shouted, bursting with excitement.
Even with a thousand blacksmiths, the manor no longer seemed crowded. After they were divided among the various occupational areas, it even looked as though there were fewer people!
At that moment, these towering and boundless Primordial Giant Gods stood in the plaza, each a hundred meters tall. Their immense pressure was truly frightening.
Nearby, Sun Moon Su Yu Niang looked satisfied.
"Mm. Five Transforming Self Realm old ancestors placed together with our mascot, Money Turtle, look so cool!"
"I said before that Elder Money Turtle had reached the stomach in one step. Since everyone had to die eventually, what he sought was merely to leave his name in the annals of history. This