Chapter 460: Sudden Turn of Events, the Game Company Went Bankrupt?

Chapter 460: Sudden Turn of Events, the Game Company Went Bankrupt?

While the Black Sword and other Yang God Celestial Venerables were discussing, in the Flower Moon Wonderland, a man in a crimson robe with a bulging storage pouch at his waist was basking in the air.

This wonderland could not see the stars that reflected the heavens.

Unable to bask in the sun, he could only bask in the air.

Opening the storage pouch, a dazzling array of ice eggs fell to the ground, arranged beside Qi Yuan, making him look like an egg merchant.

“Sigh, the cultivators of Ghost Imperial Heaven are too slow. It’s been so long, and they’re still dawdling!”

The stage was set, and Qi Yuan was just waiting for the actors to enter.

But the cultivators in this immortal cultivation world were terribly inefficient; whenever they did something, they dragged their feet, never swift and decisive.

For example, at the last Ultimate Principle Discourse Meeting, they mentioned Lin Ya’s Molt, and yet so much time had passed without it starting.

Now, Qi Yuan took out the ice eggs to provoke the young prodigies of Ghost Imperial Heaven, but… so far, those prodigies had only issued harsh words in response and hadn’t come.

“One who achieves great things must endure loneliness.”

Qi Yuan was leisurely and content.

From the Game Jade Slip, the Soundless Voice came again.

Qi Yuan smiled: “Want to hear a story again…?”

He had discovered that telling stories to the Soundless Voice in the Game Jade Slip sped up the loading of the new game.

So he began to make up random tales.

“Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was an ox named Red Boy…”

“…Alright, today’s story is finished.”

“Every day I tell you stories—why don’t you tell me the game synopsis so I can get familiar with the plot?”

Qi Yuan was also very curious about the new game, or rather, expectant.

Because he had already reached the Purple Mansion Realm.

The next world would be where he attained enlightenment and became a god.

He naturally paid close attention to the next game.

“Becoming a god must be very interesting. Will I have many believers and followers?”

“Won’t someone even erect statues of me and prostrate in worship?”

“Then, as time turns, a great man will appear and topple the wild sacrifices of the mountain god statues.”

Qi Yuan let his mind wander.

Unfortunately, the Soundless Voice did not respond to him at all.

“According to the principle of trade and reciprocity, I’ve told you so many interesting stories and killed many brain cells. Shouldn’t you drop some gold coins for me? Don’t be a stingy… spirit?”

“Oh, I forgot—you’re blind and can’t speak.”

At that moment, the Soundless Voice fell completely silent.

For some reason, Qi Yuan sensed that the Soundless Voice was brewing something.

After about a hundred breaths, suddenly, Qi Yuan noticed that the icon representing the new game in the Game Jade Slip flashed with a burst of light.

Qi Yuan squinted, watching that light.

“Such rich vitality…”

If the original game icon had been dim, chaotic, and dilapidated, now it had gained much vitality, or rather, color.

It was like a withered, desolate land undergoing renovation.

And the game’s loading speed also surged wildly at that moment.

“Hey, are you still there?” Qi Yuan called out tentatively.

Unfortunately, the Soundless Voice did not reply.

This left Qi Yuan somewhat disappointed, unsure of what was happening inside the Game Jade Slip.

After about three hundred breaths, Qi Yuan stared at the game icon, his expression shifting slightly.

“The game… failed to load?”

“Wait… did the game company go bankrupt?”

Indeed, within the Game Jade Slip, in that short span of three hundred breaths, the game had loaded at a frantic pace, but then… it kicked the bucket.

The icon’s appearance and the aura it exuded were as if the game company had gone bankrupt.

It was like clicking on an installation package only to find it corrupted.

“What’s going on? Bankrupt and closed?”

“Hey… are you still there?”

Unfortunately, no one answered him.

The game’s progress bar turned gray and dark, stalling completely.

“Folks, who gets it? I’ve been waiting for this game for so long, and it goes bankrupt before even launching? Who’s going to compensate me for my lost youth?”

Qi Yuan was utterly speechless, and also a bit worried about the Soundless Voice.

“Could it be that I, the player, have to step in and save this bankrupt game company?”

“Hey, I’m just a game player!”

“Unscrupulous merchant, unscrupulous capitalist!”

But since his own interests were involved, Qi Yuan decided to try and save the game.

“If I succeed in saving it, give me some shares—I want to be a shareholder.”

Qi Yuan thought for a moment, then tentatively pushed his spirit into the Game Jade Slip.

He tried to see if he could enter the new game.

For some reason, he felt that a startling transformation was taking place within the game.

Unfortunately, a powerful restriction prevented Qi Yuan from entering.

“Too tight—I can’t get in at all.”

Qi Yuan looked at the Game Jade Slip, lost in thought.

The game was broken; there was no way to enter.

After all, how could a player enter a half-finished installation package to play? At this, Qi Yuan thought of something, and his aura shifted.

“Absolute Adaptation!”

The Supreme Principle was unleashed at that moment.

Qi Yuan’s spirit continuously transformed in that instant.

Absolute Adaptation—everything centered on survival.

Adapt to everything, adapt to all, he too was adapting, entering this broken installation package.

Soul and spirit shifted, supreme principles trembled, and deep within his marrow, the rumble of the Great Dao faintly resounded.

“No, my supreme principles are not yet fully stable—I simply cannot enter the game.”

Qi Yuan’s head ached a little.

He had comprehended the supreme principles only recently; not to mention the old-established venerable masters, even ordinary great principles were hard for him to contend with.

The supreme principles had not yet been truly inscribed and stabilized into his body, soul, and mind.

“What should I do?”

“Could it be that I have to rely on my clever brain again?”

Thinking this, Qi Yuan took out the bottle that had held the Blood-Raising and Enlightenment-Shaping Pills.

The bottle was empty; the pills had long been consumed, leaving only a wisp of exotic fragrance.

Qi Yuan poured immortal liquid into the bottle and shook it vigorously up and down, left and right.

“Soaking up a bit of the flavor like this should work.”

Qi Yuan drank the immortal liquid in one gulp, and instantly felt his waist no longer ached, his back no longer hurt, and his mind became sharp—he could carry ten bags of rice up ten flights of stairs in one breath while completing nine sets of exam papers.

“The foundation of a game is programs, is code.”

“The world is also a large-scale game, composed of code, rules….”

“Rules are the myriad paths.”

“The myriad paths are zero and one.”

“So… the game’s code is zero and one.”

“Perfect, logically correct, very reasonable—no loopholes found.”

Mm, with Qi Yuan’s brain, if no loopholes were found, it meant the plan was flawless, seamless.

“Transform for me!”

In an instant, a wisp of Qi Yuan’s soul split at that moment, turning into two drops of crimson blood.

These two drops of blood formed the numbers “0” and “1” respectively.

“Is this code?” Qi Yuan’s expression was joyful.

But having lost this small fragment of his soul, Qi Yuan’s face turned pale, as if his vital energy had been severely damaged.

For the sake of this game, he had paid too much.

“I’ve shed so much soul-blood, I’m about to get low blood sugar—hey, I have original shares!”

Qi Yuan shouted at the game.

The soul-blood of “0” and “1” merged into the game at that moment.

Absolute adaptation, it also continuously played its unique role.

The game icon, originally dim and lifeless, its progress bar frozen, seemed to gain a trace of vitality with these two drops of blood.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: “Finally done.”

The game began to load again.

“I’m exhausted.”

Having lost two drops of soul-blood, a dense wave of drowsiness washed over him; Qi Yuan only wanted to sleep soundly.

“Silent Voice, this time I’ve bled heavily—you must remember to compensate me.”

Qi Yuan called out, hugged the Ice Egg, and fell asleep headfirst.

To revive the game, Qi Yuan had expended a great deal, no less than enduring a fierce battle.

As he slept, within the jade slip, the game icon loaded slowly.

Occasionally, flashes of light passed by.

A sound of the Silent Voice arose, different from before—this time it seemed to carry a hint of spirit, or rather… not silent.

“I…”

That ethereal single word echoed through heaven and earth, but the sleeping Qi Yuan did not hear this voice at all.

After who knows how long, the Silent Voice seemed to emit a helpless sigh, then fell silent, vanishing completely.

The game was still loading.

After who knows how long, in the Flower Moon Wondrous Land, dozens of streaks of light flashed across the originally dim sky.

A man clad in golden-threaded dark armor, holding a Myriad Souls Banner, stood in the void, his voice vast like a thunderclap.

“Where is the Blood Robe? Come out and face death!”

A full forty-seven prodigies had gathered, nearly all of them myths, holding Myriad Souls Banners, advancing with fierce momentum and astonishing presence.

If these prodigies went to a world without a Yang God Celestial Lord to guard it, they could easily overturn that world.

At this moment, forty-seven prodigies assembled, hundreds of great venerables descended, all shouting loudly, trying to summon the Blood Robe.

Unfortunately, Qi Yuan, too sleepy, did not hear their voices at all.

“Could it be that he fears me? Hiding like a turtle?”

Receiving no response from the Blood Robe, Mo Zhong roared in anger.

The other prodigies also showed mocking expressions on their faces.

“He dares to boast, but there’s no trace of him.”

(The chapter ends)