332: Chapter 332 The players have all gone mad

The rift above Cangxing City closed completely.

West Gate Plaza was immersed in a state of deep sorrow.

Salos hung his battle-axe back on his back.

He turned around and walked heavily toward the city wall.

"Not waiting for him to respawn?" Oro followed behind and asked.

Salos stopped and looked back at Oro.

"Won't we see him when we farm dungeons tonight?"

Oro was silent.

"It's not that simple." Arrow of the Moon walked past the two of them. "Maybe today's run won't happen."

Oro and Salos were both stunned upon hearing this, then their faces showed regret mixed with resentment.

Whether it was the leaders of the Three Great Guilds or the ordinary players, they all regarded Chen You as a top-tier existence on the leaderboard.

The death of such an existence was not as simple as waiting for a respawn.

The leaders of the Three Great Guilds ultimately did not join the crowd at the square and quietly left Cangxing City.

The players finally woke up from their grief.

"To the respawn point! Hurry to the respawn point to meet God You!"

Someone shouted, and hundreds of thousands of players exploded into action.

The crowd spontaneously split up, surging toward the four respawn points in the city.

The West Gate respawn point was the most crowded.

Players were packed shoulder to shoulder, with no room even to step.

"Move! Everyone get out of the way!" A Berserker shouted at the top of his lungs, holding ninety-nine roses.

"I'm going to offer flowers as soon as God You comes out! I want to be the first person to thank him!"

"Get lost!" A guild leader nearby kicked the Berserker aside and called over several subordinates.

"I spent a fortune to hire eight high-level golems to carry a sedan chair! God You just died and is in a weakened state; he must rest in a sedan!"

Someone even held up a hundred-meter-long banner that read: [Warmly Welcome the Hero Chen You's Triumphant Respawn].

Five minutes passed.

The respawn point formation lit up with white light.

A few ordinary players who had been killed by mobs outside the city walked out.

They looked at the dense crowd and banners outside, so terrified they immediately retreated to a corner of the safe zone.

Ten minutes passed.

The formation flickered again, but there was still no sign of Chen You.

Half an hour passed.

The noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

The Berserker lowered his aching arms, and several rose petals fell.

The guild leader dismissed the golems.

He turned to look at his deputy.

"Has news come back from the people sent to the novice village and the surrounding town respawn points?"

The deputy swallowed, his voice trembling: "Leader, we've searched everywhere. Nothing."

"There's no trace of God You anywhere."

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

"What's going on? Don't players respawn at their bound point immediately after death?"

"Yeah, even if he loses levels and is weak, he should have come out by now!"

The Thief player who had previously been bounced away by Qiao Biluo's belly fat squeezed to the front, his eyes red.

"Don't you understand yet?" The Thief looked around, his voice hoarse.

"Normal death can be respawned from. But was what God You just experienced a normal death?"

Everyone froze.

The Thief pointed to where the sky had just split open.

"That Bone Dragon was a Mythic-level Catastrophe! God You used his broken body with only one drop of blood to forcibly trigger that world-destroying power. Do you really think the system would only deduct some experience?"

A female priest covered her mouth, tears streaming down.

"You mean... God You..."

"He paid an irreversible price!" The Thief punched a nearby stone pillar.

"Maybe his soul is damaged, or maybe it's a permanent ban!"

"To save us, he lost his account!"

"God You!" Qiao Biluo suddenly knelt on the ground, covering her face and wailing.

Crying is contagious.

The entire respawn square soon fell into a state of mourning.

The players could not accept this fact.

A super tycoon who spent money like water and treated 100,000 gold coins as pocket change was gone just like that to protect a group of low-level players like them who were strangers.

"We can't just let it end like this." A Berserker stood up with red eyes. "God You died for us; we must see him off one last time!"

"Right! Give God You a grand funeral!"

A few minutes later, at Cangxing City's West Gate Plaza.

This was where Chen You had disappeared, and now it had turned into a huge open-air mourning hall.

The players' execution power reached its peak at this moment.

Hundreds of Earth Mages worked together to raise a ten-meter-high Obsidian Altar in the center of the square.

In the middle of the altar hung a huge portrait.

It was a screenshot captured by a quick-handed player from the world announcement.

The quality of the screenshot was very rough.

In the picture, Chen You was looking up at the rift in the sky. Due to lighting issues, his eyes were rolled back, and his mouth had a twitching expression from the sting of the cost of the items.

But in the eyes of the players, this expression became a perfect portrayal of "compassion for the world and facing death with equanimity."

Below the portrait, various strange offerings were placed.

Someone placed a set of red potions.

Someone placed a white dress.

An Orc player stepped forward and solemnly placed a half-cooked Snow Rabbit leg.

"God You, I don't have much money. I planned to have this leg for a late-night snack, but you eat it on your way."

Qiao Biluo led a group of female players to tie countless white flowers with strips of cloth, covering the steps of the altar.

A master of a Lifestyle Profession brought a pair of huge gold foil wreaths.

The left side of the wreath said: "Your voice and face remain in our hearts."

The right side said: "God You will live forever."

Players in the square spontaneously formed long queues.

Without incense, the mages conjured slender flames and held them in their hands.

Without paper money, lifestyle players cut parchment on the spot, drew gold coin symbols on them, and threw them into the braziers.

"God You, rest in peace. We will guard Cangxing City for you from now on!"

"God You, don't be so generous in your next life. Save some health potions for yourself!"

Funeral music was played on harps by several Bards, the melody desolate.

In the square where hundreds of thousands of players gathered, there was no sound except for crying and the harp.

...

Thousand Light City, Supreme Training Room.

The spiritual energy vortex poured in frantically.

Chen You sat cross-legged on a cushion, receiving no paper money and feeling nothing extra.

He closed his eyes and guided the massive spiritual energy in his body along the path of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art.

His meridians expanded continuously, and his bones made cracking sounds like popping beans.

Intense pain reached his brain.

Chen You gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his chin onto his moon-white Daoist robe.

He forcibly pressed all the spiritual energy into his dantian.

The vortex in his dantian constantly churned the source of spiritual power.

Boom—!

The vortex suddenly exploded, then regrouped, becoming like a liquid flowing slowly.

A system notification sounded in his ear.

[Ding! Congratulations, you have successfully broken through to the Ninth Level of Qi Refining!]

[You are only one step away from the Foundation Establishment Stage, triggering the special mission "Building the Foundation of the Great Dao".]

[Note: This mission can only be accepted once. If the mission fails, all cultivation will be cleared.]