The next morning.
Long lines had unusually formed before opening time at both Origin Internet Cafe—Star Dou Main Store and Origin Internet Cafe—Tiandou Branch.
Last night's sudden universe-wide major update maintenance had not only held up everyone's train to the Xianzhou, but had also thoroughly whetted their appetites with that so-called "Myriad Realms Game Voting Rankings."
The moment the doors opened, Wang Qiu'er charged to the counter first, slamming both hands onto the tabletop as her pink-blue eyes locked onto Lu Yuan, who was still eating soup dumplings.
"Boss Lu! Are the voting results out yet?! What new world did those supreme wills in the void choose for us?" Wang Qiu'er asked eagerly.
Lu Yuan calmly slurped up the soup inside a dumpling, pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, then snapped his fingers.
Snap!
On the giant screen in the center of the internet cafe hall, the Astral Express train poster dissolved into countless specks of light.
Along with the desolate sound of a wooden fish and chanting, as though they had drifted from an ancient primordial age, a massive realistic poster steeped in dark mythological tones appeared before everyone.
At the center of the poster stood a figure seen from behind, clad in golden chainmail armor and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown.
He carried an iron staff tipped with gold at both ends, alone before the terrifying heavenly gates and a sky full of gods and Buddhas.
Above the poster, bold dark-gold characters radiated a suffocating pressure:
[Black Myth: Wukong]
"Black Myth... Wukong?" Bei Bei caught those two key words. "Boss Lu, this name sounds like it contains some ancient legend?"
Tang Ya excitedly rubbed her hands together beside him. "Who cares what legend it is? Judging by that poster, with one person taking on an entire