Chapter 546: The Huge Rift of the Tianyuan Sea

At this moment, Fang Qi was gazing at his system panel. The game Dungeon Fighter Online had not been active for very long, yet the shop's revenue could already be said to have surpassed the sum of all previous earnings.

Of course, this income naturally included the profits generated from other games, but Dungeon Fighter Online still constituted the lion's share.

By this time, Owner Fang’s net worth had clumsily climbed from the millions into the tens of millions; it had to be said that in this Lingzhou, where great experts walked the earth, such wealth was quite considerable even when compared to the grand, established families.

On one hand, Owner Fang was increasing his staff and organizing management to bring a higher sense of standardization to the entire shop; on the other hand, aside from his daily expenses on various spiritual medicines for body tempering and foundation consolidating, along with his personal expenditures within the games, he still held a vast surplus of wealth, allowing certain ideas that were previously unachievable to finally be put on the agenda.

Soon after, a chat group named the Official Collaborative Competitive Tournament Broadcast Platform was established on Penguin Communication.

"Owner, what are you trying to do? What on earth is a competitive tournament broadcast?" In the absence of Xue Daolv, the Master of the Liuyun Dao Palace, who had not yet come online, Su Tianji, as the most young and promising elder of the palace, was pulled into the group completely bewildered, leaving a message: "Can someone who arrived early explain this? (Husky Dazed Face)"

Zhang Hao, Vice Principal of the Haotian Academy, replied: "I just got here too..."

Tianxu Daoist of the Yimu Dao Palace in the Morning Star Sea added: "This old master does not quite understand it either..."

Xi Chi Zhenren of the Nanhua Sect mused: "It seems to mean that by using spells similar to the Thousand-Mile Shadow Retention, the grand occasion of the tournament can be transmitted outward, so that even those who cannot watch it on-site will be able to... witness the tournament from elsewhere?"

Andrei, an elder from the Western Polar Region, chimed in: "In this old master's view, it should be to transmit our heroic bearings back home, letting our clansmen take a good look at our figures commanding the wind and clouds on the battlefield! (Laughs)"

"..."

Following Owner Fang's prior explanations, the various cultivators within the group were now chattering away, conversing with great enthusiasm.

Su Tianji asked: "In short, this broadcast thing means we can show the battles within our sects, allowing the disciples who have no chance to come to the shop to see them as well?"

"I reckon it will not be limited only to the disciples within the sects." Huangfu Cheng, the City Master of Black Dragon City, laughed heartily as he typed: "This seat believes we can directly project this spell into the sky above the Black Dragon Square of our city! Any cultivator or martial artist will be able to watch!"

"Eek—!" Su Tianji cried out in surprise and typed: "If that is the case, if I go to compete, will not the entire world see this seat's superb operations?!"

"!!??" At this moment, many people finally came to their senses: if one could seize the championship in this tournament, would that not mean...!?

Truly standing at the absolute peak of the world!

Even if it was in a different form than they had ever imagined, it truly seemed... to be the case.

...

"What...!? It will be broadcast to the entire world?!" Inside the Jiuhua City shop, a rogue cultivator with somewhat messy hair was working hard to raise his rank in the martial arts arena; upon learning this news, he nearly jumped up in excitement.

By now, his rank had reached Tier 7; with just a few more tiers, he would reach the minimum standard to stand out from the auditions—the Honorable Level.

He was a casual player indeed, but his equipment was clearly not poor; aside from the monthly black diamond, he had spent almost no extra money, and all the gear on his body had been forged with the painstaking efforts of his main character carrying others and his alternate characters farming materials to earn every single coin.

"The Number One Martial Arts Tournament under Heaven is being broadcast to the entire world?!" In the Banbian City shop, a martial artist sat in an inconspicuous corner, the character on his screen enveloped in a dense aura of blood—the Hell Bringer!

The long blade swung, resembling the wild dance of two massive bloody edges; behind him, the long blade condensing terrifying blood energy smashed down, rending the earth and collapsing the heavens as an incredibly thick column of fire surged into the sky! The enemy before him was instantly burned to ashes!

At this moment, his rank in the game had already reached—Supreme.

He was a nameless martial artist struggling in the Morning Star Sea; there were many martial artists like him in the Morning Star Sea, where martial artists had held low status since ancient times. Many people did not lack talent, but were instead bound by a harsh environment.

He clenched his fist tightly, staring at the message on the screen.

In the past, he had been just like anyone else, mechanically raising his strength and mechanically strengthening himself, much like many ordinary people, looking up without seeing the ceiling of those great cultivators and supreme experts, and not knowing where tomorrow would lead. Perhaps he would have passed his life in a muddle; being able to play games in the shop was already considered fortunate.

This was the most authentic portrayal of their lives.

Yet in truth, a seed resided in everyone's heart, merely buried; for some, it might have already been buried beneath the heavy weight of destiny, long withered and dead, but for another class of people, so long as there was the slightest opportunity, it would drill out from the tiniest crack, taking root and sprouting.

At this moment, only one voice echoed in his heart: "Go out there, and let the world see you!"

It was not just the Jiuhua City shop and the Banbian City shop.

Even the players in the Yuanyang City shop were boiling with excitement now.

With such a massive player base today, coupled with the fact that from the very beginning of the game until now, many of the earliest players had already awakened and surpassed Level 50, experiencing a long period of development, those in the shop who could be called game masters were by no means limited to the few known to Owner Fang.

They ground themselves silently within the martial arts arena, unknown and unnoticed; perhaps only the veterans who truly frequented the arena for a long time had encountered them by chance, occasionally mentioning them during exchanges on the Tieba forum or within chat groups.

No one even knew their names; there was only a plain ID bearing all their painstaking efforts.

Meanwhile, by the shore of the Heavenly Abyss Sea.

Two profound gazes stared at the surging waves within the ocean.

"The turbid world is like a boat... I ascend to the opposite shore, while all living beings perish..." The chaotic sea breeze whipped the hem of the black-robed man's garment, revealing a patch of pale, ashen skin devoid of human color.

"The space in that area of the Heavenly Abyss Sea is becoming more and more unstable..." The voice in the sky seemed to carry a touch of self-mockery. "We have planned for so many years, yet I fear we will not be able to ascend to that 'opposite shore' after all. I can feel them..."

Within the Heavenly Abyss Sea, the mountain-like mist dispersed, and one could vaguely see what appeared to be a strange, pitch-black rift.

And within the rift lay a vast and dark void; within that void, there seemed to float an incomparably majestic palace, beautiful as