Primordial World: Encountering Great Immortal Yang Mei at the Start!

"Gulp, gulp."

Jiang Ping drank half a bottle of happy water. Although he didn't really like the taste anymore, happy water was a belief, and he couldn't forget it!

He raised an eyebrow, having already sensed that the official organizations were starting to look for first-test players. However, he didn't pay much attention, as he had already anticipated it.

After all, it was hard not to be noticed when such an obviously abnormal game existed.

It was as conspicuous as a flame in the darkness. However, he hadn't expected that the person who exposed the information would be found so quickly.

The game itself wouldn't leak any information; only the players would.

However, this game was actually bound to the soul. The icon on the computer interface was just a decoration. 100kb was truly just the memory for an image!

"Cherish this game opportunity well. After all, although this is a game, it's not a joke!" Jiang Ping muttered to himself in the game forum.

At this moment, the forum was bustling. Who knew how many official personnel were lurking there, and even foreign powers. However, Jiang Ping was Chinese, and the Primordial World was Chinese mythology. All 100 first-test players were from the China region.

At this time, various information about "Myriad Worlds: Primordial World" was being revealed. Although it seemed like only 100 people were playing, countless people were strategizing behind the scenes!

Anyone who wasn't an idiot could realize that this game was not simple!

After experimenting, it was confirmed that other people logging in was invalid. Lin Qing cautiously clicked to enter in front of others. The screen turned black, and he could no longer feel his physical body in reality.

The person next to him shook him, but Lin Qing could sense it within the game, and the system even reminded him to log off.

After a simple experiment, it was confirmed that this was true black technology. The two deliverymen exchanged glances, knowing that this was not something they could handle.

Lin Qing entered the Primordial World again to explore. He bounced along, constantly exploring the mysteries of his body, wanting to be like Meng Tun and try to kill a small monster.

Jiang Ping watched these players explore from home. "Finally, some variables have been added to the Primordial World," he sighed.

Meng Tun was indeed good. Among the first batch of first-test players, he was the first to familiarize himself with his body. Such a person in modern times would be a gaming otaku, and in a world of swords and magic, he might even be a potential Sword Saint.

So sometimes, if you're considered trash, it's just because you're not suited for this world. The world is wrong, not you!

You just haven't found your shining point!

Some of the first-test players died one by one and were immediately replaced by those who kept clicking, snatching up the spots. Tonight was destined to be restless!

The Steam platform was swamped, and all sorts of strange beings poured in!

On Weibo: "Primordial World" Game? Created by Gods! Quickly reached the top spot!

Jiang Ping sat calmly, watching these players explore overnight. His gaze then shifted to the innate great gods who were continuously being nurtured and born into the world.

"You local great gods, don't be outdone by these players."

North Underworld Has Rain, a passionate gaming otaku, realized that "Myriad Worlds: Primordial World" was unusual. He kept clicking, and finally, he managed to snatch a spot after a first-test player died.

"Why do I look like this, like a ghost?"

Before he could even complain about his new body, he had already thrown himself into the bustling world.

"Primordial World, here I come!"

He didn't know how many kilometers he had walked. Fortunately, his game character's physique was good, otherwise, North Underworld would have probably collapsed from exhaustion long ago. Along the way, he stuffed whatever he saw that he could eat into his mouth.

Unknowingly, he had grown much larger, and his speed had doubled. "Did I eat some miraculous medicine?" he wondered to himself.

However, the most important thing now was to find an NPC he could communicate with. He didn't have time to think too much, only taking pictures to record various exotic flowers and fruits.

He didn't know that this was the very beginning of the world's creation, and spiritual fruits were countless. A simple bow of the head would yield great rewards. Later immortals would be moved to tears if they came to this period.

Moreover, the Primordial World's exotic species that the first-test players reincarnated into were also powerful divine beasts rarely seen in later generations. As time passed, later players would not have such a favorable environment.

North Underworld Has Rain wandered around aimlessly. His body grew larger and larger, and finally, he encountered a human-like monster. His eyes lit up, and he quickly approached to greet him:

"Esteemed deity, please wait!"

This human-like monster had green hair like willow branches, wore a green daoist robe, and had long green eyebrows that fluttered like willow branches. His aura inexplicably made North Underworld feel comfortable.

But besides using his eyes, North Underworld tried to use the divine sense he had just discovered to investigate. However, he found nothing in front of him, as if this person did not exist in this space!

The green-robed daoist chuckled lightly:

"You can't just call anyone a deity. However, I can still bear your words just now.

Friend, why is the aura on your body so strange? It seems completely different from other Primordial World creatures I've seen. Could you also be from Chaos?"

North Underworld Has Rain was completely bewildered. "What Chaos? Could it be some kind of chaotic beast?

This NPC is so strange. Is this his character setting? No matter who asks him a question, he always answers like this?"

Since he couldn't quite understand what he was saying, North Underworld directly asked his biggest question:

"Esteemed deity, I don't quite understand your words, but I just want to ask what time it is now. Has Sun Wukong appeared yet, or has Nuwa started creating humans?"

The green-robed daoist raised an eyebrow. He was naturally good-tempered and didn't blame North Underworld for not answering the question directly. He slowly said:

"Who is Sun Wukong? I haven't heard his name. He shouldn't have been born yet.

However, a long time ago, I saw a mad monkey who, doing nothing all day, would swing a big stick around and always try to pick a fight with someone.

As for Nuwa? I haven't heard of her either."

The green-robed daoist kept shaking his head, his green eyebrows swaying in the wind.

"No way, Nuwa hasn't even heard of him? He's one of the only six Innate Saints. This NPC is just too ignorant."

North Underworld Has Rain grumbled internally.

"A mad monkey swinging a stick around? Monkey Brother? Could it be Monkey Brother before he wreaked havoc in the heavens, when he was still ruling Flower Fruit Mountain?"

North Underworld Has Rain guessed. This game was really messed up. Couldn't they just tell players what time period it was first? That would make it easier to follow the plot!

While North Underworld Has Rain's soul was practically flying out of his body in a frenzy of thought, the green-robed Daoist continued:

"As for what time it is now, it's not long after Pangu Clan opened the heavens. It's been quite some time, actually. Look, so many creatures have already appeared on the earth, and the residual beings born from the fall of demon gods are also starting to emerge."

"What?!"

Before the green-robed Daoist could explain further, North Underworld Has Rain shouted in shock.

"It's actually not long after Pangu created heaven and earth? Doesn't that mean spiritual treasures are everywhere for the picking and divine fruits can be eaten freely?

I'm rich, I'm rich! If this game truly has a spirit, then now is the best time!"

North Underworld Has Rain trembled with excitement. Thinking of this, he couldn't suppress his surging emotions. He wanted to log off immediately and break this massive scoop, to make sure all his fellow beta testers were on high alert.

Despite being interrupted by North Underworld's outburst, the green-robed Daoist still wore a smile, seemingly possessing great composure.

"Great God, I won't chat much longer. I need to log off quickly and inform 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 Has Rain, pondering.

"Oh, right, Great God, I haven't asked for your name yet."

Before logging off, North Underworld Has Rain suddenly remembered he hadn't asked for the other person's name.

The green-robed Daoist smiled and said, "My Daoist name is Yang Mei."

"Oh, hello, Great God Yang Mei."

As he addressed him like this, North Underworld Has Rain's consciousness completely withdrew from the Primordial World.

In Yang Mei's view, the strange aura that had been present moments ago had completely vanished from this creature.

This Primordial World variant let out a low moo, glanced strangely at Yang Mei, and then began to walk slowly through heaven and earth according to its instincts, occasionally eating a spiritual herb for sustenance.

"It disappeared? What a strange creature. To be able to traverse time and space right before me without being detected," Yang Mei Daoist marveled.

With his injuries mostly recovered, he had already rushed here from the depths of Chaos, eager to see how spectacular the world created by the King of Chaos with his own sacrifice would be.

As expected, he encountered such a strange event. Yang Mei Daoist gently flicked his green horsetail whisk, and his eyes emitted streaks of spatial cracks.

With a sweep of his immense divine sense, he discovered that there were still a few creatures with such peculiar auras.

"I never imagined that of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods of the past, only I remain," Yang Mei sighed softly.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the east. "There's a familiar aura. Is that the same earthworm from back then? I didn't expect it to have survived the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth!"

The direction Yang Mei was looking was precisely Jade Capital Mountain!

After this initial encounter with the Primordial World, Yang Mei lost further interest. He took a single step, and mountains shifted. A spatial rift appeared.

"The Primordial World is infinitely good, but it is not my Dao. I will likely have to search for the path back home among these people who call themselves players."

With that, his figure left the Primordial World and began to retreat into the depths of Chaos, continuing to nurture his Chaos Willow Tree.

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