The Primordial Sacrificial Altar.
Qi Sheng withdrew his gaze from Earth, and the reflection of the Arctic blizzard quietly faded from his eyes.
The interlude of the Dark Tide invasion continued.
But he had no intention of enabling attribute feedback for now.
This little bit of Dark Tide power descending on Earth was merely the outermost fringe of the Dark Tide System.
The Eclipse Race's technology, the Fate Race's power, and the various races on Earth whose potential was slowly reawakening were more than enough to handle an exploratory invasion of this scale. It was nowhere near the point where he needed to intervene personally, let alone hand out "cheats" ahead of time.
He had also considered that Earth had yet to truly experience the terror of the Dark Tide devouring a world.
Players had seen evil spirits and fought sinister entities in Monster World, but a "game" filter had always stood between them and the experience. They lacked the visceral pain born of survival instinct.
What he wanted was not merely a group of lucky people who gained power through the "player system," but warriors repeatedly hammered by Monster World's brutal environment, who would then erupt with iron wills from the depths of despair when their real homes faced destruction.
Neither of these two trials could be omitted.
This was a gradual process.
First, they would be forged into rough blanks through events, battles, and wars in a "virtual" furnace. Then, in desperate real-world circumstances, they would witness the ultimate terror and despair, giving their wills a final edge.
The first signs of this had appeared in Yu Chuan.
The despair he had felt when facing a Blood Slave three years ago was already different from the resilience he showed today, fighting an Evil Spirit Warrior to the death