Chapter 800: Album of Youth

Only a truly great existence is qualified to step into the Heavenly Divine Court.

That is the true orthodox and core presence.

Undoubtedly, even those who can barely step across the threshold of the Heavenly Divine Court possess an incomparable celestial divinity, a celestial status that, when compared to mortals, is as the heavens to the earth, utterly beyond comparison.

They possess immensely long lives, which can be spent studying anything between heaven and earth; to them, the petty tricks of mortals are perhaps worth less than mere dross.

For some among them can achieve or even surpass such deeds with a mere thought.

No human dares to measure the strength or weakness of such existences, because before them, any mortal is merely a speck of dust, so small that a single breath from their lips could blow it away a hundred and eight thousand miles.

At least, until these mortals ascend to become true immortals, it remains so.

Perhaps only after this ascension, upon this vast world beyond the heavens, can one behold a mere glimpse of the iceberg that is the entire world.

As for those mortals...

It was just as Perfected Lord Bixiao said at this moment: "They are nothing but chaff. Among those truly hoping to transcend, I have observed the Sea of Ten Thousand Immortals and monitored the heavens, yet I have discovered few, and guided fewer still. To encounter one this time, who behaves so ungratefully, to the point that the Heavenly Divine Court itself must handle it..."

"Originally, I intended to enlighten this ignorant mortal and grant him a stroke of fortune." Across her indifferent countenance, a trace of anger seemed to flicker faintly, "Arrogant beyond measure! Given the chance, I shall certainly let this mortal know my power!"

"Could it be that you were too overbearing, Perfected Lord?" The old Daoist chuckled.

"Hmm?" Her phoenix eyes, tinged with a murderous aura, glared at him, "Could it be that I, a Perfected Lord, must lower myself to beg these mortals?"

The atmosphere quieted down for a brief moment.

Her gaze rested upon the teacup before her, as if wishing to look through the mirror-like water into another world: "No matter which deity stands behind you, no matter how vast the multitude involved in this matter..."

"All shall be purged clean!"

"This will be for these ants who know not the heights of heaven..." She sighed indifferently, "A catastrophe of the epoch!"

"No one will be able to escape!"

"However..." The old Daoist spoke with a solemn expression, "They are but a crowd of mortals, is it truly necessary?"

"Old Daoist." Perfected Lord Bixiao said, "Have you forgotten why the 'Martial Restriction Order' was enacted back then?"

"Blame only that they happened to stand upon that path." Perfected Lord Bixiao said, "And so, in passing, they were crushed to fine dust."

"..." The old Daoist fell suddenly silent, his face bearing a tinge of regret.

"For such existences, even if the world is destroyed and then remade, it is but the turning of a palm." Perfected Lord Bixiao's gaze was placid, as if narrating an absolute fact, "Truly foolish to the extreme. When that time comes, even the god behind you will be unable to save themselves, and you, being a mere mortal, what will you use to fight?"

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And at this moment, inside the Origin Internet Cafe.

Boss Fang had only just ended his live stream.

The bullet comments on the screen, however, still had not stopped.

A group of elves sat on the sofa, giggling merrily: "Hahaha! Watching the boss catch the funny ball is so hilarious."

"You're being cheeky!" Luolin was still mimicking the boss's instant-kill landing move, "Let's see you be cheeky!"

"Giggle giggle, I feel like it's almost being caught into a leather ball."

"Boss." A crowd gathered around, "Why did you stop streaming? Stream a bit longer."

"Exactly, exactly." Xela practically pulled at Boss Fang's arm, refusing to let him leave, "Didn't you say there was a triangle mid-laner! I want to learn too..."

"Isn't that right!?" Beside them, a certain Kellybel also bounded out, saying angrily, "What about the promised triangle mid-laner~! How is it gone!?"

"Hey—!?" Beside them, the Elder of the Elves, Hilu, widened his eyes, "Are you still the Queen!?"

Why are you still watching a triangle mid-laner?

On Penguin Chat, Jiang Xiaoyue held potato chips in one hand, iced black tea and spicy strips in the other—evidently all prizes awarded by Boss Fang—and sent a message: "Boss, why aren't you streaming anymore... Stream a bit longer..."

"No more streaming today, I'll stream tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll stream the Peerless Fiora for you all, five strikes in one second."

"Ah—! Good, good, good!" The group of elves nearby who heard this news first were so excited their eyes shone with light. The previous instant-kill landing already tested one's grasp of all aspects; it could be said to be very formidable. Then what kind of superb technique was this five strikes in one second?

At the Jiuhua City store, Nalan Mingxue had clearly received this message at the first instance. Stepping out of the store door, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Miss Nalan." Lanyan, standing beside her, giggled and said, "You seem to be smiling more and more lately."

"Is that so?"

"Perhaps." Perhaps only at this moment would she reveal such a trace of sincere, heartfelt smiling, "After all, only here are there not so many intrigues, and no need to think about those trivial matters within the clan."

Such rare tranquility was an enjoyment every day.

Cradling a freshly published official physical novel of "Dungeon & Fighter" in her arms, she sighed softly: "You say... how wonderful it would be if every day in the future could be like this."

"Miss, what are you saying?" Lanyan laughed, "With so many of us, and those elves, and that silly bird alliance army from Half City, and that crowd of falsely proper old Daoists from Yuanyang City, plus the cute and dense newbies we encounter every day... we come every day, would the boss really have the heart to close the shop?"

"True..." Nalan Mingxue lamented, "Unwittingly... it has been several years. From the year I first entered Lingyun Academy, now I am almost graduating. Time flies truly fast."

"Exactly..." Lanyan muttered, "The boss is really something too. These past two years he hasn't organized any activities. Before when everyone was together, we held annual meetings and had all kinds of small prizes, but now there are none..."

"I don't know..." Nalan Mingxue said, "After the shop grew larger, perhaps the official business became too busy."

She expressed some understanding: "And then he still has to stream for us, plus the strength of those people on the Western Continent is so high, surely the boss is also seizing the time to improve his strength."

"True..."

"Oh—!" Lanyan's eyes suddenly lit up as she said, "How about... we organize an activity ourselves!"

"At worst, we can prepare the gifts ourselves!"

"The idea seems not bad." Nalan Mingxue and the Nalan family were likewise shareholders of the Wuwei Daoist Alliance. Some newly developed items, such as weapons custom-made according to the equipment designs from "Dungeon & Fighter", or Rune Words made according to "Diablo", or even imitations of previous prizes, were available.

"Then we can also make a preview video!" Lanyan suggested, "Right, Miss Nalan, do you still have those game pictures saved from Diablo, Legend, and Legend of Sword and Fairy from before?"

"I will go back and look for them."

"The video shall be called... Album of Youth! How about it?"

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