Sword Forging Manor.
Because of the expansion, the mountaintop gate had already been moved halfway down the mountain. The gate exuded a heavy sense of responsibility for all living things, with two Jiu Cai Rong-brand streetlamps hanging like lanterns on either side, calling out, "Welcome! Welcome!"
The person in charge personally came out to welcome them, making the sincerity feel overwhelming.
There was also a couplet at the entrance.
Candle Extinguished. Embers, Soul Burning, Spirit Scorching, Will Remains
Life Forged Furnace, Blades, Spears, Swords, and Halberds Carry On
The calligraphy flew like dragons and dancing phoenixes, its sharpness so piercing that it seemed to shake the soul.
The several hundred blacksmiths who had just logged in stood rooted to the spot, their minds still replaying those mythic scenes from moments ago—the Night Emperor's thick, awe-inspiring imperial bearing had left them deeply shaken.
They finally understood how the blacksmiths who had first logged in before them had felt: the terrifying pressure that had glued their throats shut like rice cake, leaving them unable to breathe, their hearts seemingly coming to a sudden halt.
Bai Xiaotao let out a cry, then gulped down great breaths of air. After calming himself for a while, he could not help exclaiming:
"Is this what an immortal is? The pressure from merely appearing is already this terrifying. But it also shows how keen this game's sensory functions are. It can even recreate something nonexistent in reality, like pressure."
"And these people have some real skill! They understand psychology."
"That mind-shaking opening cutscene was practically a perfect work of art!"
As a seasoned veteran player, he quickly sensed the overwhelming sincerity behind all this.
How could they bring the deepest, most instinctive shock to this group of newbie players?
Emotions had to be ushered forward layer by