"This money should be enough for a short time."
It was true that he was short of money, but there was no need to make more money. Although he raised the price of the monthly card, people would buy it for three thousand, thirty thousand, or even three hundred thousand, but he did not choose to do so.
Making money was a small matter.
He only needed money to maintain daily expenses, maintain and expand the sand table, and buy various equipment. As for more money, it was no longer of much use to a farmer like him.
As for this newly opened "Training Meditation Room Sand Table", as a training wizard community, Xu Zhi planned to keep it there for a long time, so he decided to leave it there and let it grow freely.
When these five hundred became "level four wizards," they would have their own wisdom and could practice on their own, and there would be no need for them.
Then he would change to a new batch of five hundred small Rubik's cubes.
"This Cultivation Sand Table is just a tool for me to level up as a 'Man-made God'. It is my greatest trump card. It is used to protect my safety in the real world as well as to become one of my strongest fighters in the future. However, there is no need for me to become stronger so quickly. I can train in batches of five hundred. I can just take it slow. My life is not in danger anyway.
My main goal is to promote civilization in the sand table, and the second goal is the subsidiary evolution sand table. When they evolve into species with potential, I will put them in the supernatural world. "
Xu Zhi's thinking was still relatively clear.
Using these players was just a means, and it was okay to throw them away after using them. His main goal was to develop a supernatural civilization world and deduce the next level eight mythical realm.
Otherwise, what was the use of the Rubik's Cube? No matter how fast the realm was, there would always be no way out.
Even if he forced a breakthrough, it would be an immature system, a semi-finished god realm.
Also, more new supernatural creature genes were needed to perfect it.
"Half a day has passed, let's see how the wizard world is doing." Xu Zhi took a sip of tea and began to consult the intelligent sub-brain.
…
Babylonian Kingdom 937.
Medusa studied the Immortal Blood, and she was already on the verge of death. Unexpectedly, she realized something and once again broke through the limit of the human body.
At this time, she was already more than seven hundred and eighty years old, and she had already surpassed the limit of the conventional six-hundred-year epic realm.
There were rumors everywhere:
Great Emperor Medusa was about to become the next Great Emperor of Alchemy. He had completely broken through his limits and lived a second life, stepping from the Legend Realm into the Demigod Realm.
"Once you step into the demigod realm and ignite the divine fire, you will be a Level Eight Mythical Sorcerer!"
"A living god will be born on the earth like never before. This god does not belong to the land of the gods in the sky! She's a mortal, a postnatal god! "
The three great kingdoms knew that Ermin's accumulation was still too low. She could only rely on the ancient Emperor Medusa to take that step forward.
However, fate was too cruel. During the era of the Alchemy Emperor, there was no opportunity to become a god. On the contrary, the Great Emperor Medusa had a great opportunity. As expected, the one who lived the longest would be the true winner.
Now that Great Emperor Medusa had become a God and ruled the world, he was only bringing them pressure and returning them to the Dark Ages. In fact, with Medusa's personality of pursuing power, he might even directly ascend to the heavens and join the Land of the Gods, leaving the kingdom on the ground.
Evil God revived and woke up in the old days. What he brought was the destruction of the world.
There was still a balance between the two. Medusa had become the hope of all Magi.
…
Long Ji was wearing earphones as he walked on the street. He was surrounded by an endless stream of people. Fruit stalls, giant beast bones, and simple alchemy materials were hawking their wares everywhere. Women wearing Witch robes were walking by.
In the sky, there were occasionally alchemy airships passing by.
This era had pushed alchemy to its peak.
Men might still have a lot of risks, but as long as a woman wanted to become a Sorcerer, as long as she had enough materials, all kinds of alchemy potions that increased the probability of becoming a Level 1 Sorcerer, together with the Blood of the Evil Eye. Therefore, it was not strange that there were countless Level 1 Sorcerers on the street.
However, at this time, the world was in chaos.
The entire street, and even many towns, were filled with an atmosphere of panic.
Although he wore earphones, Long Ji could still hear voices. On the street, people were discussing strange things in twos and threes.
Missing people, demonic creatures, books that could speak, rotten corpses that could move, strange red pieces of meat that could squirm …
The common sense of life was broken. All kinds of strange scenes were bizarre and dazzling. The Sorcerers gradually doubted the truth.
"What a strong wind."
Long Ji walked step by step. The surrounding Sorcerers pressed down their cloaks and walked in a hurry. It was as if they were shrouded in darkness and had entered the supernatural world of zombies.
The air of this world seemed to be pulled by someone. It was so tight that people could not breathe. It was as if a bloody tsunami was about to break out. That would be the moment when the entire earth would be torn apart.
Even the history of the Sorcerers, along with the Evil Gods, would usher in a terrifying watershed that had never been seen before.
The rebirth of the Age of Gods?
Or would the world usher in destruction?
"It's dark! Go home! "
In the sky, the 50-year cycle of the sun and moon had finally begun.
In the traditional folklore of the Sorcerer World, the first night of the 50-year cycle was known as the Night of the Witches, Araz. It symbolized impurity, darkness, fear, and misfortune. People needed to pray and hide in their homes.
The cycle of the sun and moon did not happen in an instant. It was a relatively long period of time. This cycle would be completed a few months after the Night of the Witches, Araz.
As soon as the sky darkened, the crowds on the streets quickly dispersed. Many people began to pack up their stalls.
On the street, there was a deathly silence. Some playful children still wanted to play, but they were scolded by their mothers. They hurriedly pulled them home, walked on the dark stone bridge, and entered the depths of the darkness into the ancient European-style buildings.
"I've been here for so long. I've finally seen the miracle that happens once every 50 years. The world is about to change."
Long Ji sat on the edge of the stone bridge and looked at the changes in the sky. His brows twitched. He looked at the Flaming Forest bar next to him and strode in.
The bar was also in a mess. Dim yellow lights flickered. Many Sorcerers in robes held staffs and drank wine boldly. They expressed their worries and complaints. No one was listening to the bards who were standing in the distance.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Under the dim light, on the mahogany table in front of him, there was a hunchbacked old woman in a black cloak and holding a cane. She was dressed like a necromancer who worshiped evil gods in Western mythology. She was skinny and exuded the smell of death.
The old woman slowly moved the round wheel on the table without looking up. "Medusa is about to break through. A living god will be purged without exception."
Long Ji sat down and looked at her silently. "This time, you won't come to kill me?"
Under the hunchbacked skin of the old witch was Yamada, the Black Goat of the Forest, Shub-Niggurath, who was known as the "Black Goat of the Forest" who could give birth to dark children.
He dressed as a witch to reduce the attention of others. After all, their bodies were muscles. However, Long Ji was a little uncomfortable with being a woman. So, as a conspicuous wizard, he was often chased by people.
"If it weren't for you, the evil gods wouldn't have such a bad reputation," Long Ji said.
Yamada walked the evil path, madly slaughtering innocent people and building the Grave of the Dead Souls.
Evil gods were evil, horrible, and killed countless people. These were all spread by him. The others basically didn't kill innocent people. They just hunted other players and collected parts.
But it was undeniable that this bloody path was really powerful.
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