Chapter 803: Origin Laws? and... the Upcoming Broadcast of Journey to the West!

Meanwhile, in the Canglan City new shop.

For most Saint-level cultivators, many of them only squeezed out time from their busy schedules to play, so many Saint-level experts were not present every day.

But the past few days were different, as if following the announcement of the Global Esports Tournament issued by Owner Fang's shop, the attendance rate of Saint-level experts seemed to have increased accordingly.

"Huh? Why has this senior been coming every day lately...?" One had to know that this was an expert at the peak of the Saint-level!

Sera glanced toward the doorway and saw an old mage clad in a white magic robe, and by his side stood a young man dressed in an extremely peculiar fashion.

Though he was called a young man, relying on an elf's sharp intuition, she felt this young man was even less simple than the old mage beside him.

"Lord Swain," the old mage spoke, "I shall go fetch two bottles of Coke."

"Hmm...!" The youth named Swain nodded indifferently and said solemnly, "I will go demand two machines. Join my room after a while, and we shall first fight our way up to Challenger!"

"Are we still short on people right now?" The old mage held up five fingers and said, "To establish a team, we need at least five."

"Rest assured!" Swain said calmly, "I will summon those who were once the strongest experts of this world! To form a team and become Gods, there is only us!"

Sera, watching from the side: "Huh—!? How come they want to form a team too!?"

"Isn't it just an entertainment tournament!?" Sera looked around again, "Xuexue even said they've held many matches before..."

Though this elf's Snow Pigeon Squad would participate as well!

Xuexue had also said that the main point was to participate!

"This game must be too much fun, the kind where you completely can't stop, for it to make these Saint-levels form teams as well!" She muttered in her heart, "Speaking of which, it really is something, making me play all this time too..."

This game was not like Dark Souls, which was too highbrow to find an audience; the heroes in this game, the characters projected into the Summoner's Rift, possessed power that did not exceed the sixth rank, which even she could operate with ease.

...

And at this moment, that old mage, Hermadon, brought over two bottles of Coke, warily scanned the surroundings, and only then said in a low voice: "Right now... there shouldn't be many people who have noticed, right?"

"In the entire continent, those capable of noticing..." The youth sat calmly on the computer chair and extended a single finger, "Will not exceed ten people."

"Phew..." Hermadon let out a sigh of relief, "That is for the best."

He swept a glance over the other eighth-rank, ninth-rank, and Saint-level experts in the shop.

"Do not let anyone else know." Swain did not take up the topic, but instead continued to ask, "Have you found a hero that resonates with you?"

"I... have already spent magic crystals to buy over sixty heroes..." Hermadon sighed heavily, "I really cannot let go of the position of Zilean, the Chronokeeper. That is the Law of Time..."

"After countless battles, no matter what, a tiny bit of it can be engraved into my mind, right?"

"When facing a powerful enemy, utilizing them in the fiercest battle will force one's instincts to continuously deepen the impression of these laws, that is correct." The youth said, "But if you do not possess this talent yourself, in the end, it will only be drawing water with a wicker basket. The Law of Time is one of the most fundamental laws in the universe, not just anyone can touch it."

"Even if they have lowered the threshold to the sixth or seventh rank of power to unleash the spells."

"Then what should I do...?" Hermadon said apprehensively.

Within Swain's palm, a extremely tiny and extremely peculiar wisp of wind condensed: "This is a new kind of power I discovered after playing hundreds of League of Legends matches these past days and studying most of the heroes. It is even more obscure than the laws."

"Then this is...?"

"In all my past knowledge, I have never come into contact with this kind of power, so it has no name, but now, I name it the Origin, the Origin of Wind." Swain spoke, "It is also the power I am currently comprehending."

He opened a character, atop which was drawn a phoenix formed entirely of frost, and written upon it: Anivia's existence is as ancient as the endless frost of the Freljord. Long before humans set foot upon this land of eternal winter, she had experienced countless lives and deaths here. The beginning and end of her eternal cycle always heralded great changes, from the calming of roaring storms to the rise and fall of ice ages. Legends say that when the Cryophoenix dies, an era will end; and when she is reborn, a brand new era will begin.

"This is the might of the Origin."

Then, he looked toward the distance outside the shop: "Our teammates should be rushing over soon."

...

In... the north of Canglan City, inside that massive black stone castle.

That was one of the largest garrison areas of the dwarves within the human city.

This massive castle was said to be an extremely ancient structure, even traceable back to before the ancient Cataclysm.

Inside the castle's library, an elderly dwarf wearing glasses was currently organizing the books within the library.

The sky had already grown dark.

The dull sound of the wind outside the window, accompanied by piercing thunder, seemed to indicate a massive rainstorm was about to arrive.

The wild wind poured backward in from the window, catching him off guard and blowing this dwarf into a stagger.

Immediately following that, a bookshelf also came crashing down with a boom.

Crack!

A flash of startling thunder streaked past the window, and after a patch of pale white, came an even deeper darkness.

It was as if something was about to crawl out from that abyss-like darkness.

The wild wind flipped through the books scattered all over the floor, and one ancient book, so old it was moldy, was also flipped open; that was a book recording the sealed ancient demon dragon, "Calamity."

As the dwarf was clearing the books, his gaze happened to fall upon this ancient book. It was said that the birth of this demon dragon heralded a massive disaster. Legend had it that in the distant ancient times, after this dragon was sealed, the misfortune it brought caused the entire continent to experience another terrifying cataclysm, leading the world to fall apart; even to this day, one could still see various small planes drifting outside the continent.

"Oh... truly some boring legends." The dwarf shook his head and walked to the window, intending to close it.

Just at this moment, a piercing shriek suddenly sounded in the room.

He actually saw a golden pupil filling the entire darkness outside the window!

"Aow—!" He fell onto his buttocks in fright. Even a brave and hearty dwarf could not help but have his face turn deathly pale at this moment.

"Tell me, lowly reptile, answer the great Guls's question truthfully, and I can allow you lowly fellows to live for a few more weeks." Outside the window, a low roar echoed, "Tell me, now that the great Guls wants to participate in the League of Legends Global Esports Tournament, which way should I go!"

"Ah!?" The dwarf was dazed.

"Could it be you do not know?" That golden eye glared.

"I know, I know!" The dwarf nodded repeatedly.

The dwarf swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard: "To... to the south, in Canglan City, there is an Origin Internet Club!"

Whoosh!

The fierce, sharp wind blew this incomparably sturdy castle until it swayed. A storm-like gale surged in from outside the window, and only after a good long while did it finally calm down.

Only then did the dwarf, trembling with fear, walk toward the window.

Suddenly, that golden pupil appeared outside the window once more: "If the great Guls discovers that you lied, I will come back and eat you all!"

"No! Absolutely not!" The dwarf hurriedly wiped away a cold sweat.

...

And at this time, the East Continent new shop.

A group of people surrounded the area behind the Xiaoyao Ancestor and the others, watching them play this League of Legends.

The group of people behind: "Several Ancestors... you have all played for a whole night..."

Li Wuchen: "Shut up!"

The people behind were all silenced like cicadas in winter.

The Xiaoyao Ancestor looked at the few people: "How about it? The team formed by the few of us is absolutely the strongest in the universe!"

"However..." Shang Jiuwen said calmly, "This hero is not very easy to choose..."

...

Right at this moment, Boss Fang suddenly received a notification:

The system upgrade completion rate has reached 20%.

The completion rate of "Journey to the West" has reached 50%, unlocking the preview for "Journey to the West."

The prototype fragment of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven has been acquired; "League of Legends" has been updated, granting sales authorization for the exchangeable mysterious Eastern Hero Bundle.

Soaring on flying swords, achieving unity between man and blade; the Immortal Journey skin series for "League of Legends" has been updated, granting sales authorization for this skin line.

The PROJECT skin series has been updated, granting sales authorization for this skin line.

Note: Different skin series represent the hero's manifestation in different parallel universes, so their inherent power systems will be completely distinct.