Origin Altar.

Qi Sheng withdrew his gaze from Earth, and the Arctic blizzard reflected in his eyes quietly faded away.

The Black Tide invasion was still unfolding.

But for now, he had no plans to make attribute feedback available.

The small amount of Black Tide power that had descended upon Earth was nothing more than the outermost fringe of the Black Tide system.

With the Moon Eclipse Clan's technology, the Fate Race's power, and the potential of the various races on Earth slowly awakening... they could easily handle an invasion probe of this scale. It was nowhere near the point where he needed to intervene personally, let alone hand out "cheats" ahead of time.

Another consideration was that Earth had yet to truly experience the terror of the Black Tide devouring a world.

Players in Monster World had seen evil spirits and fought malevolent entities, but they had always had the filter of a "game" between them and the danger. They lacked the visceral pain that came from their instincts as living beings. He wanted more than a group of lucky people who had gained power through the "player system." He wanted warriors who had been pounded again and again by the brutal environment of Monster World, then faced the destruction of their real home and forged an iron will in the depths of despair.

Both forms of tempering were essential.

It was a gradual process.

First, they would be forged in the "virtual" furnace through all kinds of incidents, battles, and wars, until they took shape. Then, in the desperate circumstances of reality, they would witness the utmost fear and despair and hone their will to its final, razor-sharp edge.

The first signs of this had appeared in Yu Chuan.

The despair he had felt facing the Blood Slaves three years