Chapter 643: Primal Warrior Limited Edition Cloak!
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." accompanied by a strange sound, all the players turned their heads and looked behind themselves, only to see a slowly appearing cloak with a combination of three colors: cyan, black, and gold.
With a cyan base, gold-bordered patterns, and black light swirling around, it formed four large characters:
Primal Warrior!
"Damn!!!"
"Damn!!!"
"Damn!!!"
...
All the players were left dumbfounded and then...
Burst into ecstatic joy!
"Oh my god! It's a cloak! A big cloak!"
"A cloak made by Brother Ming himself, and it's even gold-bordered!"
"Stylish, absolutely stylish! Wait, is this cloak unique? If it is, I'm going to praise it to the skies!"
...
All the players were shouting in excitement, each person filled with enthusiasm.
Is power useful?
Yes, it is!
But...
Power can only be powerful in the realm of version 1640, while style can be so stunning that it shakes the server!
"Damn, Brother Ming is always top-notch when he takes action! This cloak is too damn stylish!"
"Gold-bordered, black light, this design style and pattern outclass all designers!"
"I just asked, it's unique, and it supports free trading! Damn, I've been waiting for this moment after playing for 24 hours straight! Four tests, four tests, rookies, hahaha!"
...
Everyone was taking pictures and posing with the big cloak, exuding pride and happiness.
However, Mu Xueying tilted her head.
She didn't understand.
Really, she didn't understand.
At a glance, Mu Xueying could tell that these big cloaks weren't even at the level of artifacts, let alone divine artifacts!
They were merely items created by powerful cultivators using their profound cultivation base or wood elemental techniques. They could barely be considered spiritual tools.
These things were useless except for looking good.
In the eyes of upper realm cultivators, they were basically junk.
But...
Why were all of He Yiming's disciples so excited? So happy? So content?
But the most puzzling thing for Mu Xueying happened.
"Hahaha, finally, I can replace this Earth-level cloak!"
"Not bad, not bad. The Earth-level cloak made by Brother Illusion can finally retire!"
"Now that we have the cloak, when is Brother Ming going to make battle robes? Waiting!"
...
Under Mu Xueying's gaze, she saw several of He Yiming's disciples throw their defensive and attribute-enhanced Earth-level cloaks on the ground, only to proudly wear the cloak made by He Yiming. They were all satisfied.
Are spiritual tools better than artifacts?
Why?
Mu Xueying really couldn't understand!
"These disciples have contributed so much... yet they're content with such a small cloak?" Mu Xueying looked at He Yiming again, admiration gleaming in her eyes.
This man's methods of controlling his disciples were truly extraordinary!
"He Yiming!" Mu Xueying rose into the air and stood beside He Yiming.
"Hmm?" He Yiming turned his head.
"This time, thank you! Without you, we wouldn't have been able to withstand this Heavenly Disaster of the Primordial Chaos!" He Yiming said slowly.
The Heavenly Disaster of the Primordial Chaos was truly terrifying!
If Mu Xueying hadn't provided accurate information early on, made thorough preparations, and precisely known that the Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster would last for 24 hours!
Perhaps he would have already perished in the torrents, or given up on the Primordial Beings and chosen to survive.
A critical factor in winning this battle was the accurate information provided by Mu Xueying.
"Hmm? Is your gratitude so easily overlooked?" Mu Xueying chuckled softly and asked gently.
"Cough, cough, cough... In the future, I will definitely repay you!" He Yiming hurriedly said sincerely.
"I want your repayment now!" Without further ado, Mu Xueying lunged at him!
For a long time, their lips parted.
"???" He Yiming was surrounded by question marks.
This...
Who was repaying whom?
He Yiming couldn't understand at all!
This woman was too wicked!
"Three days from now, the Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster will appear! The Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster will last for a full seven days!" Mu Xueying suddenly spoke.
"Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster!" He Yiming's face changed instantly.
After experiencing the Primal Chaos Flood Disaster, He Yiming had completely understood the levels of the Heavenly Five Disasters!
Don't ask; the later the Disaster, the stronger it was than the previous one!
It was probably safe to say that compared to the final Disaster, the Primal Chaos Flood Disaster was a lesser disaster!
This time, He Yiming already knew what to do from the name itself.
"Disciples!!!" He Yiming shouted loudly.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" All the players gathered quickly, a countless number of them!
"Three days from now, the Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster will appear!"
"To counter the Hunger-Inducing Drought Disaster and other disasters in the future, you must seize the opportunity and spend the next three days hunting for and gathering more food to make adequate preparations!"
"The Heavenly Five Disasters, one Disaster is scarier than the last, more ferocious, more incomprehensible!"
"Moreover, we must also protect the over five million Primordial Beings!"
"My disciples, I believe that the Heavenly Five Disasters, known as an unsurpassable world-ending catastrophe, will have someone capable of defeating it!"
"And that someone is you all!"
"The Primal Warriors of my Flame Yellow Sect! Rise and fight!"
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After He Yiming's speech, he immediately raised his arm and shouted!
"Aoaoaoao, oh oh oh!" The players all boiled with excitement, each one filled with passion.
"Oh my god, are there four more of these exciting plotlines? Is it this thrilling?"
"Good lord, I haven't slept for 24 hours. Do they want me to continue losing sleep?"
"Forget sleep, take a sip of the 82-year-old Ice Spirit Wine, have a bite of Deep Sea King BBQ, and get up to continue partying!"
...
Many players had originally planned to log off and sleep.
But after listening to He Yiming's speech, they were all reinvigorated.
"High-ranking members, gather for a meeting!" Xingchen waved his hand and directly called for a high-level meeting.
"Pfft..." He Yiming watched as the players dispersed to prepare, then suddenly felt a surge of sweetness in his throat. Blood welled up and flowed from the corners of his mouth.
When He Yiming had pushed the Qing Emperor Longevity Body at the Yuan Infant realm to its limits, the giant tree of ten thousand meters had collapsed, causing considerable damage to him.
This damage wasn't trivial and couldn't be recovered quickly.
"It seems I need to seclude myself and recover for quite a while... The future depends on you all!" He Yiming looked at the players, turned around, found a safe place, and began to rest and recover.
Meanwhile...
On the back of Xuanwu.
"Master! Master, wake up, master!!!" Young Lianyu was desperately slapping the cheek of a certain figure.
This figure had a general human body, but...
It transformed into an eerie black-purple crystalline state, extremely strange.
Indeed, it was the body of Beef Noodles that had been soaked in the Primal Chaos Flood for 24 hours.
And at this moment...
This figure, or rather Beef Noodles, slowly opened his eyes.