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To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 739 - 417 Not Unworthy of the Great Heavenly
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Chapter 739 -417 Not Unworthy of the Great Heavenly Lord (Second Update)_2

Chapter 739 -417 Not Unworthy of the Great Heavenly Lord (Second Update)_2

His memory was filled with fog, but Qian Dadan’s appearance was like a bolt of lightning, lifting the veil of fog and revealing a tiny sliver.

Memories of the past awakened, and the faces of friends reappeared, once again evoking the feeling of home.

The legendary adventurer Cheng Tianhua was finally going home.

The beautiful story finally had a beautiful ending, and while bystanders were silently moved by it, one classmate voiced his confusion.

Qian Xiaohao wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, then realized after a moment and said, “That is, his grandchild, it seems to be me, huh.”

“Young master, as long as you understand,” the maid said, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes,

“Do you think he will really train me?”

“As long as you understand.”

“Eh?”

Fang Cheng silently nodded his head and then left the place.

Everyone has their own desires, and Cheng Tianhua’s fate with immortality lay right here.

Fang Cheng didn’t know why the other had chosen to settle here originally; perhaps this was the starting point of his legend or maybe his wife was British.

However, at this moment, his obsession was still to return home, and he had finally found satisfaction.

Looking at the moved crowd around him and watching Qian Dadan and Cheng Tianhua who had already departed, Fang Cheng realized that the meaning of games might not be as simple as just entertainment.

It’s a medium, a special kind of visual art, capable of carrying many things: friendship, love, family, sacrifices for the world, and the longing for one’s homeland.

After a moment of thought, he picked up his phone and dialed Xu Qingling’s number.

“Take out the money from the company’s account and set up a medical research fund for Alzheimer’s disease. Don’t worry about the cost. Make sure there’s enough money.”

After leaving this matter to Xu Qingling, Fang Cheng took one last look at the place, then turned and left, disappearing into the sunset’s afterglow.

Back in his own studio, Fang Cheng temporarily set this issue aside and began pondering how to beat those players.

Although Fang Cheng thought “The Legendary Adventure of Cheng Tianhua” was a failure, other game developers didn’t think so.

To them, it was a bold trial by Fang Cheng, a combination of game and reality. This narrative technique certainly had aspects worth learning from, and they could adopt it too.

However, after actually witnessing the whole process, they had to admit that some things seemed doable to themselves, but in reality, they probably couldn’t manage it.

Take the example of Cheng Tianhua. The production team needed to select a particularly suitable candidate, someone not very well-known, but in reality, quite mysterious and with a background. Only through relentless digging could such a character be unearthed from history.

But just having such a character wasn’t enough. The production team needed a thorough understanding of the character’s life to know their main deeds and create plot points based on these events.

Last was the combination of the virtual and the real, requiring very high demands on narrative and gameplay planning. The “wish-fulfillment” system was the soul of the game, making it even more fantastic.

Therefore, they could only watch enviously at the game’s terrifying traffic and the apparent and potential profits eaten up by Fang Cheng, lamenting that some things just couldn’t be learned.

So, Fang Cheng Studio…

How about releasing another game that’s easier to copy next time?

Fang Cheng was also considering what to do for his next game.

But as he was thinking, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord brought him another piece of good news.

New Heaven-Opening Blocks had been discovered!

The Exploration of the Heaven-Opening Blocks by the four World Trees was getting faster and faster. They no longer required Zhiyi Heavenly Lord’s guidance and were able to explore the blocks on their own. They demonstrated excellent self-management skills, an impressive capacity to learn, and resilience under pressure – they could apply for a job with a monthly salary of 4K on Earth by now.

After learning this news, Fang Cheng felt he could go take a look.

He was a bit troubled by the initiative of the players, and currently, he lacked any good inspiration, so this might be the right time to check out the situation there—perhaps something might cheer him up.

If he couldn’t find inspiration, he could also try to see if he could catch some Demon Lords or consciousness entities in one fell swoop, transferring their smiles onto himself.

Having made up his mind, Fang Cheng informed Xu Qingling, then left the studio and appeared beside Zhiyi Heavenly Lord in the next moment.

After greeting Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, Fang Cheng saw the new Heaven-Opening Blocks that the World Tree had found.

Compared to the previous blocks, this one seemed a bit special.

A vast amount of spells conglomerated here, with countless spells sealing off the space, almost completely isolating it from the outside world.

Layers of spells compressed here, with the spells inside even beginning to deform, but occasionally ripples would emerge, as if something were trying to break through from within.

The inside of this block was almost completely connected; all the small worlds were directed inward, continuously bringing things from the outside in.

After staring at it for a while, Fang Cheng sensed the spells and then murmured reflectively, “It looks like a prison.”

“I have the same thought,” agreed Zhiyi Heavenly Lord with a nod, “It must be a prison for Immortals.”

Achieving Immortality, most could leave their mark in the cycle of reincarnation, allowing themselves to solve the mystery of life and death after rebirth and reincarnate anew.

However, some Demons also possessed this capability, which is why they were so difficult to completely eradicate—slain, they would just be reborn, and in the end, there was no choice but to construct a prison to confine them all, letting them self-destruct within.

The block before them must have been of similar construct, overall its setup reminded Fang Cheng of the Immortal Prison he remembered, designed to transform those wicked Demons.

Thinking it over, Fang Cheng said, “It seems, the Immortal Assembly indeed had a hard time back then.”

For a Heavenly Lord, it wasn’t difficult to utterly kill a Demon, but it involved a lot of karmic consequences, requiring an interval afterward to clear up the karma.

After all, not every Heavenly Lord was like Fang Cheng, for whom clearing karma was as simple as brushing his teeth.

However, some Demons had to be dealt with. Given the scarcity of high-level combatants, the only solution was to detain these Demons here, and so an entire Heaven-Opening Block became a gathering ground for Demons.

The spells in the vicinity had the function to weaken the Demons’ strength, prevent them from gathering Mana, and inflict pain upon them, all designed to confine the Demons effectively.

If they could be reformed and become an asset to the Immortal Assembly, that would be even better.

But considering the current situation, the likelihood of that seemed slim.

After all, the members of the Immortal Assembly had already been eradicated, and with no one left to constrain them, the Demons had thoroughly overrun the place, and the order was hard to restore.

Having infiltrated the interior and observed the situation of the blocks, Fang Cheng confirmed his judgment.

Although the Demons’ power was confined to that of ordinary humans, some retained their uncanny abilities that still faintly worked in this realm.

The place designed to detain the Demons had turned into their playground, with numerous Demons behaving wantonly, bullying the weak, and turning it into a living hell.

Witnessing the chaotic dance of Demons, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord’s gaze turned cold, his fingers quietly stroking his chess piece.

Pointing at the Demons, he said to Fang Cheng, “Great Heavenly Lord, let me take action and clean this place up.”

“Wait a moment, there are a few here who look like they can still be saved.”

Zhiyi Heavenly Lord looked again, narrowing his eyes, and indeed spotted a few who still had a conscience, and had decent talent—they were candidates for redemption.

But their number was too small, and steering them right seemed too troublesome. Deciding how to deal with them was difficult at the moment.

Yet observing Fang Cheng’s contemplative nodding, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord realized Fang Cheng must have developed his own ideas.

Indeed a Great Heavenly Lord, always effortlessly accomplishing what I consider difficult!

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