"Cackle."
Jiang Ping drank half a bottle of Happy Water. Although he did not particularly like the taste anymore, Happy Water was a belief and must never be forgotten!
He raised a brow. He had already noticed that official agencies had begun searching for the first-test players, but he did not pay much attention to it. He had expected this long ago.
After all, with such an obvious abnormal game, it would have been hard not to discover it.
It stood out like a flame in the darkness. Still, he had not expected that the person who leaked the information would be found so quickly.
The game itself would not leak any information. Only the players could leak it themselves.
In truth, the game was bound to the soul. The icon on the computer screen was merely for show; those 100kb really were just image data!
"Treasure your chance to play the game. It may be a game, but it is not something to be taken lightly!" Jiang Ping muttered to the Game Forum.
The forum was blazing with activity. Who knew how many official personnel were lurking within, along with even foreign forces? But Jiang Ping was Chinese, and the Primordial World was also Chinese mythology. All one hundred first-test players were from the China region.
At this moment, all kinds of information about "Myriad Worlds: Primordial" had been exposed. It might have looked as if only one hundred people were playing, but behind the scenes, who knew how many people were offering advice and making plans!
Anyone who was not an idiot could tell that this game was anything but ordinary!
After testing that others could not log in, Lin Qing carefully clicked into it in front of everyone. The screen went black, and he could no longer feel his body in reality.
The people beside him shook him, yet Lin Qing could sense it within the game, and the system even reminded him to log off.
After the simple tests, they confirmed that this was truly black technology. The two deliverymen looked at each other and knew this was no longer something they could handle.
Lin Qing entered the Primordial World again to explore. He hopped along the way, constantly probing the mysteries of his body, wanting to try killing a small monster like Meng Tun.
Jiang Ping watched the players explore from home. "At last, I've added a few variables to the Primordial World," he sighed.
Meng Tun was indeed impressive. Among the first batch of first-test players, he was the first to become familiar with his body. In modern times, someone like him would be nothing more than a gaming nerd, but in a world of swords and magic, he might become a future Sword Saint.
So sometimes, you were not useless—you simply did not fit this world. The world was at fault, not you!
You just had not found your own shining point!
Some first-test players died one by one, and their spots were immediately snatched up by people clicking nonstop. Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful!
The Steam platform was flooded to the point of collapse, and all sorts of freaks and weirdos poured in!
On Weibo: "The 'Primordial' game? Created by gods!" It swiftly rose to the top spot!
Jiang Ping sat calmly, watching the players stay up all night to explore. Then his gaze turned toward the Innate Gods who were constantly being nurtured into existence.
"You native gods, don't let these players outshine you."
North Underworld Has Rain was a hardcore gaming nerd. After realizing that "Myriad Worlds: Primordial" was not right, he kept clicking furiously and finally snatched a spot left behind by a dead first-test player.
"Why do I look like this?"
Before he could complain about his new body, he had already thrown himself into the bustling world.
"Primordial World, here I come!"
He did not know how many kilometers he had walked. Luckily, his game character had excellent physical qualities; otherwise, North Underworld would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago. Whenever he saw something edible along the way, he stuffed it into his mouth.
Without realizing it, he had grown much larger, and his speed had even doubled. Did I eat some kind of miraculous pill? he marveled.
But the most important thing now was to find an NPC he could communicate with. He had no time to think further and merely took pictures to record all kinds of strange flowers and exotic fruits.
What he did not know was that this was the Beginning of Creation. Spiritual fruits between heaven and earth were too numerous to count. Just by lowering his head, one could gain a great harvest. Immortals of later generations would weep with emotion if they came to this era.
Moreover, the Primordial Alien Species that the first-test players reincarnated into were also powerful divine beasts rarely seen in later generations. As time shifted onward, later players could never have such a favorable environment.
North Underworld Has Rain wandered around aimlessly, his body growing larger and larger. At last, he encountered a humanoid monster. His eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to greet it.
"Great deity, please wait!"
This humanoid monster had a head of green hair like willow branches and wore a green Daoist robe. His long green eyebrows fluttered like willow branches, and for some reason, the aura around him made North Underworld feel comfortable.
Yet aside from looking at him with his eyes, when North Underworld tried using the Spiritual Sense he had just figured out to investigate, he found nothing at all ahead, as if this person did not exist in this space!
The green-robed Daoist chuckled.
"You should not call someone a great deity so casually. Still, I can bear what you just said.
"Friend, why is your aura so strange? It seems entirely different from all the other Primordial creatures I have seen. Could it be that you also came from Chaos?"
North Underworld Has Rain was completely bewildered. "What Chaos? Could it be some kind of Chaos Beast?
This NPC is so strange. Is that just his character setting? Does he answer everyone who speaks to him like this?
Since he could not quite understand the man, North Underworld directly asked his biggest question.
"Great deity, I don't really understand what you mean, but I just want to ask what time it is now. Has the Monkey King appeared yet, or has Nuwa started creating humans?"
The green-robed Daoist raised a brow. He was naturally mild-tempered and did not blame North Underworld for answering irrelevantly. He slowly said,
"Which Demon God is this Monkey King? I have never heard his name, so he probably has not appeared yet.
"However, a long time ago, I did see a mad monkey. He had nothing to do all day, carrying a huge stick and waving it around, always wanting to find someone to fight.
"As for Nuwa, I have not heard of her either."
The green-robed Daoist kept shaking his head, his green brows swaying in the wind.
"No way. He hasn't even heard of Nuwa? She is one of the only six Innate Saints. This NPC is way too ignorant."
North Underworld Has Rain grumbled inwardly.
"A mad monkey waving a stick around? Monkey Brother? Could this be before Monkey Brother wreaked havoc in Heaven, when he was still ruling Flower-Fruit Mountain?"
North Underworld Has Rain guessed. This game was seriously messed up. Could it not tell the players what era it was first? That would make it easier to follow the plot!
As North Underworld Has Rain's soul drifted away and his thoughts ran wild, the green-robed Daoist continued.
"As for what time it is now, it has not been long since Pangu Clan's Creation. By my reckoning, some time has passed. Look, so many living beings have already appeared upon the earth. The remaining creatures born from the fallen Demon Gods have also begun to appear."
"What?!"
Before the green-robed Daoist could continue explaining, North Underworld Has Rain cried out in shock.
"It's actually not long after Pangu's Creation? Doesn't that mean spiritual treasures can be picked up everywhere, and divine fruits can be eaten whenever you want?
"I'm rich, I'm rich! If this game really has spirituality, then this is the best era!"
North Underworld Has Rain was almost trembling with excitement. Thinking of this, he could no longer restrain his surging emotions. He wanted to log off immediately and reveal this explosive news, so that his fellow first-test players would stay on high alert.
Though North Underworld kept interrupting him with sudden outbursts, the green-robed Daoist continued smiling, seemingly very well-mannered.
"Great deity, I won't chat any longer. I need to log off and notify my companions."
North Underworld Has Rain waved goodbye to the green-robed Daoist.
He planned to log off right where he stood.
"Log off?"
Hearing this unfamiliar term, the green-robed Daoist looked at North Underworld thoughtfully.
"Right, great deity, I still haven't asked for your name."
Before logging off, North Underworld Has Rain suddenly remembered that he had not asked the other person's name.
The green-robed Daoist smiled. "This Daoist is called Yang Mei."
"Oh, hello, Great Deity Yang Mei."
As he said this, North Underworld Has Rain's consciousness completely withdrew from the Primordial World.
In Daoist Yang Mei's eyes, that strange aura had completely disappeared from the creature just now.
This Primordial Alien Species let out a moo, gave Yang Mei a strange look, and began slowly walking between heaven and earth according to instinct, occasionally eating a spiritual herb to satisfy its hunger.
"Gone? What a strange creature. It was actually able to travel through time and space before me without being noticed." Daoist Yang Mei praised.
With most of his injuries recovered, he had already rushed from the depths of Chaos without delay, merely to see how wonderful the world created at the sacrifice of this King of Chaos truly was.
Sure enough, he encountered something so strange. Daoist Yang Mei gently waved his green whisk, and space cracks bloomed within his eyes.
With a sweep of his immense Spiritual Sense, he discovered that there were several creatures with similarly strange auras.
"I never expected that of the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods of old, I alone would remain." Yang Mei sighed softly.
Suddenly, he looked toward the east. "There is actually a familiar trace of aura. Is it that earthworm from back then? I never expected it to survive the great tribulation of Creation!"
The direction Yang Mei looked toward was precisely Jade Capital Mountain!
After gaining a basic understanding of the Primordial World, Yang Mei lost much of his interest. Taking one step forward, mountains and rivers shifted, and a Space Crack appeared.
"The Primordial World is infinitely wonderful, yet it is not my Dao. The path home will likely have to be found through those people who call themselves players."
As he spoke, his figure had already left the Primordial World and entered the depths of Chaos, continuing to nurture the Chaos willow tree.
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