Chapter 153-1: Immortals Clash, Players Open Chests (1) |
“Brothers with a boat, DM me. I will pay 3 points of sacrificial power as fare to take me out to sea to watch the battle. If it is a self-made raft, do not DM me. It cannot handle even a little, I am afraid the wind and waves are too strong.”
“Multi-person flying vehicle short of 5 people. 10 points of sacrificial power per person, 40 minutes of flight endurance. Judging by the map, with about five island transfers we can reach the viewing point. DM if you are coming.”
“Epic battle between powerful races, live viewing not to be missed. The big ship is about to depart. Pay to board and I will take you to experience an epic battlefield.”
“Looking for a functional support with Light Shield. Free ride to the war zone. Join quickly.”
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The great war between the Written Word and the Ascension race drew a massive number of players.
The shore of the Colorful Mist Coast was already packed.
Solo players formed parties here, and guild teams mustered here.
Yet in all players’ eyes, watching was secondary. Scavenging the battlefield was the key to this trip.
Flying vehicles, sailing vehicles, multi-function vehicles, swimming, rafts, controlling sea creatures to ride, mount build players on monsters… among them, the most eye-catching was without doubt that figure standing on his good buddy’s back.
The first batch of players who owned flying vehicles arrived at the Written Word domain after 5 hours. Looking up, they could see the Written Word scene shrouded in white mist.
This group of players opened their livestreams without hesitation, then piloted their flying vehicles through the mist and entered within.
What appeared before their eyes made the first arrivals cry out in excitement.
In the image, cultivators stepped on swift-swords, clad in spirit armor, brilliant spiritual radiance swirling around them as they flew through the air. With a lift of the hand they guided the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to trace out spellcraft, or they swung the immortal swords in their hands. Strands of razor-sharp sword qi arced like rainbows piercing the sun, slashing toward members of the Ascension race. Wherever the sword qi passed, space rippled in concentric waves.
On the other side, members of the Ascension race controlled spiritual roots to gather the power of the elements and fight.
A colossal fire-element lifeform condensed and then roared at the sky, its whole body blazing with fierce flames, the air twisting and warping wherever it passed.
Water elements gathered into a surging water dragon that wove through the clouds of the scene. Icy vapor spread all around, condensing into sharp ice spikes that fell like raindrops.
Wind elements became invisible blades, howling as they sliced through space.
An earth-element rock giant took heavy steps, each stride making the ground faintly tremble. It raised its massive arms high, and countless rocks bombarded the cultivator ranks like cannon shells.
The scene was truly immortals clashing. Many players were pushed back out of the white mist by the surging aftershocks as soon as they entered the scene.
Unlucky players were even killed on the spot by the aftershocks.
This made players dare not advance rashly. They shrank back and hid within the mist at the edge of the scene, occasionally poking their heads out for a look and shouting that it was thrilling.
Just then, an old man with white hair but a vigorous spirit drew the players’ attention.
He gripped an immortal sword that glowed with a ghostly blue light. Runes flickered along the blade. Behind him, numerous sect disciples formed a neat sword formation, each gaze firm and resolute.
The old man held the sword in his right hand and pinched a sword seal with his left hand before him.
At once, the sect disciples behind him spread out. The sword formation became like a blooming illusory lotus, its petals formed from razor-edged sword qi, continuously extending.
As the momentum surged, the old man looked coldly toward the members of the Ascension race before him, endless hatred rolling in his eyes.
“We beings of the lower realm may not match you of the upper realm in strength, yet we too have our own dignity and way of life. You dare to regard the beings of the lower realm as hosts to be used at will, weaving lies to trample our lives. Shameful, detestable.” As he spoke, the old man’s body trembled slightly, the fury in his eyes seeming ready to erupt.
“You have thrown the Heavenspanning world into foul chaos. How many seniors who pursued immortality became vessels for breeding your offspring. They ascended to the heavens with hopes of eternal life, yet died in agony, all because of your greedy private desires.” The killing intent in the old man’s eyes kept rising. As he spoke, his gaze swept over mountains and rivers that had once teemed with life but were now ravaged, and a trace of sorrow surfaced in his eyes.
“Do not think that because you stand high above, you can rule over everything. We beings of the lower realm will not wait meekly for death. Even if we exhaust our last shred of strength, we will drive you demons out of the Heavenspanning world and cut off the path of ascension.”
Spiritual power surged around the old man, the radiance growing ever stronger, as if proclaiming to the demons of the upper realm his resolve and courage.
“Today’s battle concerns the survival of all things. We have only to fight with our lives.” At this moment, the protagonist Da Ri raised his arm and shouted, his voice like a great bell, resounding through this heaven and earth.
“War. War. War.” Countless cultivators standing in the rear shouted in unison, their voices shaking the clouds. In that shouting there was not the slightest hesitation, not a trace of retreat.
To members of the Ascension race, these words were baffling.
They did indeed farm a great many small worlds, but the problem was that the scene underfoot had nothing to do with them. Why the hatred.
If you want to fight, then fight. Where do all these excuses come from.
The grief and indignation in the leading old man’s eyes looked, to the Ascension race, somewhat like he had a serious problem.
Players had similar thoughts.
They also felt that the Written Word race cultivators really had personality. They took the initiative to descend next to the Ascension race and set up a domain field, yet acted so aggrieved and even found an invasion pretext. It was utterly ridiculous.
Their pre-war declaration was painfully awkward.
This was also the first time players had seen a force that needed a righteous cause before throwing punches.
But unlike the players and the Ascension race, within the framework of the story’s background, in the eyes of all beings, the sins of the Ascension race truly existed.
In their eyes, they had been deceived and parasitized by the upper realm Ascension race. So-called cultivation was nothing more than raising the Ascension race seeds within their bodies.
This battle was their world-defying, fate-changing gamble, staking the future of their world.
If they are defeated, the mountains and rivers will be destroyed, the world will enter the next cycle, and continue to be controlled by the Ascension race.
Their souls will forget their memories, be reincarnated, and once again become flesh-and-blood parasite hosts controlled by the Ascension race.
This battle is both for the present and for the future.
Curious players asked Guide about this issue.
After learning the truth of the event, the players burst out laughing.
“Damn, I said it a few days ago in that thread. Wasn’t it saying the scene he explored was all mages? How did it become a cultivation world? Turns out the previous book got cut. This is the power system from the new book.”
“Guide says Written Word has already dropped five books. This is the freshly opened sixth book. That brat Written Word is addicted to dropping, huh, pfft.”
“I hate eunuchs and bad-ending dogs the most. For this battle I want to support the Ascension race.”
“I support no one. I just want to wait for a fortuitous chance to fall from the sky and open a big treasure chest.”
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Only through Guide’s narration did the players learn that the cultivators in the Written Word scene were all created characters, with implanted memories in which the Ascension race is the undisputed big villain.
It looks like cultivators versus the Ascension race, but more accurately, it should be a war between the behind-the-scenes manipulator Written Word and the Ascension race.
The abilities mastered by Written Word also made players exclaim that it was awesome.
Monster World’s grand stage, if you have a plugin then come. This time another powerful cheating force has arrived.
Guide’s explanation also made players understand why, during the battle, the cultivator camp would occasionally have mysterious energy altering the rules of heaven and earth to help, allowing them to avoid fatal threats. In truth it was Written Word wielding the pen in control, strengthening the cultivator camp by revising the plot.
The protagonist’s halo truly exists.
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