To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 558 - 325: The Person Who Can Make the Whole World Cry (Part 1)_1

Chapter 558: Chapter 325: The Person Who Can Make the Whole World Cry (Part 1)_1

Watching as one Artifact Workshop after another suddenly appeared, Taoist Chankong was once again bewildered.

The players’ actions were even faster than he had imagined, they immediately took action after confirming their next plan and began to systematically organize.

The scale of the workshops didn’t need to be large, as long as they were sufficient, players were mass replicating Liuzi’s short stories and then transforming these stories into Magic Artifacts.

The finished Magic Artifacts were just a piece of paper, but this paper could quickly induce a state of sorrow, allowing people to effectively resist the power of the Happy Demon Master.

Curious, Taoist Chankong asked for a finished original copy, and after reading it, he burst into tears.

One gets sentimental in old age, unable to withstand such things.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he reminisced about his first love, his older sister-like first crush who was just as heart-stirring as this story.

He thought he had forgotten what she looked like back then, but now he remembered again, and found that the memory of her was as vivid as ever, blooming like a fresh flower.

With tears streaming down his face, he looked at the distant Sect Leader of Linglong Sect and said in anguish, “She used to be so beautiful, how did she shrink into this state now!”

“I can hear you! Don’t even think about coming back to stay the night!” shouted the Sect Leader of Linglong Sect.

“I know I’m wrong, but I absolutely won’t change.”

One by one, Magic Artifacts were being made, and soon almost every player had one in hand, as they continued their fight.

Even in the world of Cultivators, information is still of utmost importance.

Effective protection allowed players to ignore the might of the Happy Demon Master, as they focused on removing statues in different small worlds that the Happy Demon Master used to summon his Black Water Clones, artifacts that also functioned to absorb joyful emotions, making them comprehensive items.

Upon discovering the players’ activities, the Happy Demon Master also changed his tactics.

Knowing his abilities were no longer affecting the players, he began to destroy Teleportation Arrays massively; once a small world was eroded, he immediately turned it into an isolated island, preventing players from entering.

The small worlds with destroyed Teleportation Arrays became the Happy Demon Master’s forbidden territories, inaccessible to players, where the Happy Demon Master could constantly expand his forces and use emotions as weapons to support battles in other worlds.

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Seeing the situation reach a stalemate, the Sect Leaders and chief Disciples from the various Sects gathered to discuss the current situation.

Squatting on the ground, Taoist Chankong smoked his dry pipe, feeling somewhat emotional about the situation before him.

In the past, when faced with such a situation, there was no need for discussion; everyone would just give their lives for the cause.

Cultivators chosen for the sacrifice would be overjoyed, while those not chosen were as sorrowful as if in mourning; the chance to save this place was too rare, giving one’s life at such a time was truly worth it.

Now, however, millions of Heavenly Lord disciples brought unimaginable changes to Immortal Village; with disciples able to sacrifice themselves incessantly, the value of the native residents sacrificing themselves was infinitely diluted, making them realize that their deaths were worthless, and naturally, they were no longer willing to engage in such low-profit actions.

Having smoked his pipe dry, Taoist Chankong saw that almost everyone had arrived, and then he said to Xiemen Waidao, who was nearby, with a displeased tone, “It’s your turn.”

Even today, he hadn’t forgiven Xiemen Waidao.

Especially after Xiemen Waidao’s true colors were revealed, and it became known that he had wanted the old Sect Leaders to retire, Taoist Chankong felt even more upset.

However, he had to admit that this guy was sharp-minded, and at such times, he was more likely to come up with useful ideas.

Facing the assembly of over a thousand people, Xiemen Waidao did not flinch, standing up and saying, “Black Tech, it’s your turn.”

Taoist Chankong stared at Xiemen Waidao, gritting his teeth, “You said you had important news, so I helped you apply for the first speech.”

“Right, so I’m giving it to Black Tech. At this moment, he is more effective than me.”

“But you…”

“He usually keeps a low profile; although somewhat famous, he still wouldn’t have much impact without someone endorsing him. Moreover, if he weren’t prompted, he definitely wouldn’t bother to say a word. So, by doing this, doesn’t it give his speech more weight?”

“That makes sense, but why do I always feel there’s something not quite right about your approach? Why didn’t you discuss it with me beforehand?”

“Elder, you don’t understand the way young people play the game. Just retire quietly and hand over the Great Saint Sect to me. I guarantee to double the Sect’s income in one year, list it on the stock market in two, abscond with the funds in three, and make a comeback in four.”

“Get lost!”

“Alright~”

Meanwhile, the named Black Tech stood up as well.

As Xiemen Waidao understood him, Black Tech was indeed such a contented character; if you asked him to speak he would, and if you didn’t, he’d happily serve as part of the background, emanating a sense of being above worldly strife.

Looking around, he said calmly, “Now, our chances of winning are diminishing. The opponent’s silent tactics are quite effective. We can’t enter worlds controlled by the Demon, but they can keep invading ours. So, as long as they have enough time, they can eventually wear us down.”

Black Tech’s statement caused a moment of surprise among those around him, and then they started to think about the possibilities in his words, the more they thought, the more likely it seemed.