Nameless Traveler, "If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?"
Gamer, "Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?"
Nameless Traveler, "Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?"
Gamer, "Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters."
Nameless Traveler, "What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?"
Gamer, "……"

I discussed the matter with the elders in the village. Old Yang even commented on the plans regarding those demons, but the village chief seemed tempted.


In the end, the vote was six to five. Alas, it was still one vote short.


Yesterday, the stout men who went to Soul Suppressing Pass finally returned, only one came back, and he lost a leg. He said that the war over there was perilous, and many people had died.


Now they're going to draft more men. Life is truly unbearable.


Yesterday, I dreamt of that old immortal. The old immortal told me to build a shrine for him, to offer incense, and in return, he naturally would ensure the village enjoys peace and good harvests. When I mentioned this to the people in the village, everyone thought it could be the arrival of our Immortal Fate.


Old Yang didn't show up. That unlucky fellow actually died from a fall at Ye Luo. Could this be the will of heaven?


Chapter 672 - Chapter 50 Power of Incense_2