Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

General Mi cleaved the incoming lightning with his sword and continued his descent!

Storms and golden light intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, they clashed and fought many times, leaving countless afterimages. They fought fiercely and evenly, and the entire sky was dyed with all sorts of colors.

Cheng Cheng stood on the rooftop, looking up at the small figure in the sky, and his eyes suddenly stung with tears.

"Mom, it's all my fault for being unfilial. The power I gained through the primordial spirit is too illusory; I still need your protection..."

Just then, a divine light suddenly shone in the sky.

The light poured down from the immeasurable heights, as if the world had just been created, causing the world to tremble. In the place where the golden light was most intense, a magnificent figure slowly emerged—the figure was dressed in magnificent robes, wore a golden crown, and was surrounded by countless stars, indistinct yet, the moment it revealed itself, it caused the 100,000 immortal soldiers to kneel and shout:

"Greetings, Princess Yan!"

Marshal Mi, who was fighting Freya, also prostrated himself on the ground, his voice trembling: "Greetings, Princess Rock King!"

Within that divine light were the seven divine statues transformed from the Rice and Oil Building, the incarnation of the Rice God on Earth, the supreme and most revered deity of this world—

Noelle, the Rock Queen!

She stretched out a hand, reaching down from the clouds, blotting out the sun. Then, those five fingers transformed into a giant mountain, descending from the sky and pressing down on Freya!

Freya had no time to escape and was trapped inside the Five Finger Mountain!

"let me out!"

Freya immediately used the Rock-type Gold-tier spell, Shiva's Dance, nearly exhausting all her spells to cause an earthquake, intending to collapse the Five Finger Mountain!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

"Watch out! That demoness is coming out!" General Mi shouted. "Prepare to attack!"

Just then, a golden light descended from the sky.

It was a talisman.

The talisman fluttered down and landed on the mountaintop, with a line of large characters boldly written on it—

"Lawyer's letter!"

With the reinforcement of the talisman paper, Wuzhi Mountain remained as solid as a rock, no matter what kind of magic Freya used!

High in the sky, the magnificent figure of the Rock King Princess slowly faded away.

Before leaving, she left behind a message:

"Take away the criminal Cheng Cheng and prepare him for trial."

Chapter 61: The Alchemy Furnace Becomes a Disciple of Black Wukong, Gathering the Crowd to Make Havoc in the Primordial Spirit Heaven!

The story goes that Cheng Cheng was taken to the Demon-Slaying Platform by the heavenly soldiers, tied to the Demon-Subduing Pillar, and subjected to hacking, chopping, spearing, and stabbing, but no one could harm him.

The Marshal of the Immortal Army ordered the Fire Goddess Mavica to set fire to it, but it could not be burned.

Then they ordered the Thunder God and Thunder General to strike with lightning bolts, but it was even more impossible to damage them in the slightest.

The Immortal Army Marshal addressed Princess Yan Wang, saying, "Your Highness, Cheng Cheng has received the Yuan's grace for generations. Even though his contributions have been reduced to zero and he has lost his Divine Eye, he still possesses immense Yuan power protecting him. We have tried to cut him with swords and axes, and even subjected him to lightning and fire, but we have been unable to harm him in the slightest. What can we do?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Yan asked, "How should we deal with this scoundrel?"

The ruling Golden Rhine-Dort immediately reported, "This Cheng Cheng's Yuan Shen level is as high as 60, and he is also a player from the start of the server, so his Yuan Dao potential is limitless. Why don't we take him away and put him in the 'Eight Trigrams Furnace' to be tempered with both civil and martial fire? Once his Yuan Dao potential is refined, his body will turn to ashes."

The so-called potential of the Yuan Dao is the energy that players of "Yuan Shen" accumulate day and night during the game.

The anticipation of drawing cards, the joy of clearing levels, the passion of spending money, the perseverance of staying up all night—all those emotions, time, and investment will condense into an invisible and intangible yet real force within you.

Upon hearing this, Princess Yan immediately instructed the Six Ding and Six Jia to untie him and hand him over to the ruler of Sheng.

The ruler of life, Rhinedoth, went to the Temple of Life, untied Cheng Cheng's ropes, removed the instrument piercing his collarbone, and pushed him into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. He ordered the Taoist priest who tended the furnace and the boy who tended the fire to fan the flames and refine him.

…………

Inside the alchemy furnace, flames roared.

Seven elements intertwine, wind fuels the fire, and fire borrows the power of wind; thunder and fire collide, and lightning flashes.

Cheng Cheng huddled in a corner of the furnace, his body smoking from the heat, his skin cracked, his hair brittle, and even breathing felt like his lungs were burning.

Cheng Cheng gritted his teeth and cursed the Immortal Army a thousand times in his heart.

As he continued to curse, those thoughts gradually settled down.

He recalled the years, the anticipation and excitement of downloading "Yuanshen" for the first time; the ecstasy and satisfaction of drawing his first five-star character; the nights spent grinding through the story and being moved to tears; the arguments with others on the forums; and the days of fighting for miHoYo.

Back then, I truly loved it.

But now?

My contribution has been reset to zero!

The ugly faces of those immortal soldiers, the humiliation on the Demon-Slaying Platform, and the young mother trapped under the Five Finger Mountain.

"I can't do anything..."

Cheng Cheng's voice trembled amidst the flames: "What have I gotten in return for all these years of passion???"

"Clap."

As if a soft sound came from above, Cheng Cheng suddenly felt the vastness of the world, and all the confusion in his heart disappeared, leaving only a burning fighting spirit!

"This, this is..."

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the top of his head, but found nothing.

But there's a lingering feeling that something has disappeared.

Brain-computer interface!

It is a brain-computer interface jointly developed by Professor Li Wenya and Miheyou!

Cheng Cheng suddenly realized that the brain-computer interface that had been unconsciously controlling him had detached, which was why he no longer loved "Primordial Spirit"!

The instant the brain-computer interface detached, Cheng Cheng saw the truth inside the alchemy furnace—there was something else inside besides him.

Those were a pair of eyes.

Golden pupils, burning with an indomitable flame, gazed at him from the depths of the furnace fire—flames brighter, hotter, and more intense than the divine fire within.

stubborn.

Cheng Cheng's pupils contracted sharply: "Who...are you?"

Those eyes blinked.

A deep voice echoed in his mind:

"This humble monk... is Sun Wukong from the Black Myth. More precisely, one of Wukong's six senses—"

"A joy to behold."

…………

Flames burned all around, but Cheng Cheng could no longer feel the pain.

He simply looked into those eyes and listened to the voice recount the strange events that had occurred a year ago.

On that day, besides the primordial spirit, many more games actually awakened supernatural abilities, enabling them to fight against the bizarre. Each game has its own characteristics and represents a possibility.

If they can unite, perhaps they can find a different path for humanity in this apocalyptic world.

But "Primordial Spirit" is too powerful.

Those players of "Yuanshen" formed the Immortal Army and, under the guise of "community governance," waged war everywhere. They called other games "heretics," "Mizuhiko haters," and "tumors that must be eradicated."

As a result, many games were attacked by the Immortal Army and died at the Demon-Slaying Platform.

As the first AAA game in China, "Black Myth: Wukong" is one of them.

"My six senses have been divided into six parts," Wukong said calmly. "The whereabouts of the other five senses are unknown. Only this 'Joy of Seeing' has been thrown into this furnace and has been refined day and night for a year."

Cheng Cheng remained silent.

He looked into those golden eyes, into those flames that had burned for who knows how long, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside him.

“I heard everything you just said, benefactor,” Wukong’s voice rang out again. “You hate the Primordial Spirit, you hate the Immortal Army, you hate them for taking away your mother.”

Cheng Cheng clenched his fists.

"But have you ever considered—do you truly hate them, or the version of yourself who once had unwavering faith in rice and oil?"

Cheng Cheng was stunned.

Wukong continued, "The 'Primordial Spirit' is just a game, the Immortal Army are the players, and the Princess is the statue. You love the game, hate people, and resent the gods—but love, hate, resentment, and hatred are all external things."

“My benefactor, you seek power to save your mother. But power is not in the eyes of God, nor in contributions, nor in any external things, but in your own heart.”

As Wukong's words of wisdom fell, Cheng Cheng's eyes slowly widened, and countless memories flooded into his mind.

Those were countless rewinds and battles, like a dream; countless challenges against demons, bears, wolves, and hounds; countless acquisitions of the spark, and countless increases in experience...

Those powers, those sparks, those fighting instincts—

It was never given to him by the "Primordial Spirit," but rather something he earned himself!

"I... I remembered something..."

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, golden flames were burning deep within his pupils, and the power of the Gold Rank surged out of his body like a tidal wave!

Burning at the stake! Puppet! Injustice! Plane crash! Marriage! Gun demon!

The six sparks resonated within his body, emitting a deep and powerful roar. Even the flames in the furnace were forced to retreat three feet by this force!

Wukong's eyes lit up.

A hint of relief finally appeared in those golden eyes that had been burning for who knows how long: "Six fire seeds, a cultivation level of the Gold Rank, and this indomitable will... Benefactor, you are stronger than this humble monk imagined."

"I entrust everything I have left, as well as my desire to overthrow the Heavenly Court and defeat the Primordial Spirit, to you."

After speaking, those eyes flew out of the flames and slowly drifted towards Cheng Cheng.

"This is the discerning eye that can distinguish between good and evil, truth and falsehood, and see one's true nature. Benefactor, you have been lost, doubted, hated, and resented. But in the end, you still chose to persevere."

"Hold fast to that self who, knowing defeat is inevitable, still chooses to stand in front of her mother; hold fast to that self who, facing countless deaths, still chooses to move forward; hold fast to that self—"

Those golden eyes stopped in front of Cheng Cheng, and their eyes met.

"Love the game, not yourself as a god."