Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

The vast sea of ​​clouds, sleepless and eternal day.

The realm of the sea of ​​clouds, which cannot be reached by a weak body, flows with warm, pure white, solemn and grand light.

From it came a wise and gentle whisper.

Just like a kind and kind elder, he whispered in the ear of the crying young man: "Don't be afraid, kid, I'm here..."

That whisper seemed to be filled with magic, making people unable to restrain themselves from wanting to get closer to the glory of God.

"call……"

The bursts of agile wind caused the fairyland to swirl, the cranes chirped and the phoenixes chirped, and the cloud waves rolled, just like a fairyland.

And as the deepest clouds gradually dispersed, a huge shadow slowly emerged in everyone's eyes.

It was an eye that looked like the sun.

Surrounded by countless water-colored light strips.

If you look closely, you will see that the so-called light belt is actually composed of individual eyeballs.

“Praise to the Patriarch!!!”

The voice of this eye is grand and majestic.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

"The supreme Lord in the fairy mist of the sea of ​​clouds uses the stars as chariots and the Milky Way as whips to lead the gods and herd the common people!"

"Bye! Bow! Bow!"

The white jade pillars standing in the four corners of the Palace of Clouds were shaken by the shouts, causing heavy clouds of smoke.

Seeing this scene, the dozen white-robed figures who were ordered to guard the outside of the clouds fell to their knees like a mountain and shouted in unison:

"Patriarch! Patriarch! Patriarch!"

The shouts were carried to infinity by the wind from the top of the clouds, shaking the clouds.

"Everyone, get up."

From behind that huge eye, which was both holy and strange, with chaotic runes surrounding it, there came a powerful response.

Under the gaze of the white-robed believers, a withered, thin, slightly old figure walked out of the pure white holy light and sat on the throne of corpses in the clouds filled with blood in front of his eyes.

"Congratulations to the Patriarch for another addition to his circle."

The man in white robe at the front bowed in the tunnel.

"Qingken, the God of Judgment in Dajing Mythology."

"With His help, we can establish a set of 'iron laws of practice' and punish those 'inhuman things' who once regarded my 'god's religion' as their servants..."

The old man known as the "Patriarch" slowly raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man in white robe who had just answered.

The deity of the scenery, whose external form was the "Eye of All Living Beings", turned into a huge beam of light, pouring into the middle-aged man's eyebrows.

The middle-aged man couldn't stop shaking, and the severe pain made his veins bulge, but he still couldn't hide his joy and excitement.

Looking forward to it for so long...

Finally, he became someone who could control the gods.

"Go and deal with those monsters in Qingshan."

The Patriarch tapped his dry, twig-like fingers: "After cleaning up, go and test the newcomers."

The middle-aged man's face hardened when he heard this.

——Since the two major projects of [Creating Gods] and [Hunting Gods] were officially launched, the Divine Cult has only recruited three new people.

Basically, as soon as you enter the organization, you become a "god card master".

We have to get ahead of his "seniority".

"May I ask the Patriarch...who is that person?"

After a brief brainstorming, the middle-aged man asked.

"Champion of the Qingshan Cup High School Category..." The Patriarch's eyes narrowed slightly and his tone was calm: "Announcement."

"Date?" The middle-aged man looked surprised.

"Shouldn't it be Goldman Sachs?" he thought to himself.

Moreover, how can such a young card master have the ability to command a god that does not belong to him?

Shouldn't we observe it for a few years before initiating the entrance test?

"Sheep disciples retire."

Although there were many puzzles, he did not dare to continue asking questions because of the Patriarch's order. He bowed deeply and slowly retreated.

Unexpectedly, just after he left, the Patriarch who was sitting on the throne placed a piece of "sheep" paper with hidden blood stains on his lap.

On it are messily written keywords such as "Championship Reward of Qingshan Cup High School Group", "971㎡ Card Master's Villa", "Extra Points for the College Entrance Examination or Recommendation to Qingdao University", "One Template Material", One Equipment Magic Card" .

It is worth noting that around the fourth line, the word "swallow" in "[Swallow] Godhead Fragment (5% concentration)" was randomly erased.

Instead, there is the word [Judgment].

"Um……"

The patriarch with white hair and beard nodded slightly.

After confirming that it was correct, he raised his hand to erase the writing on the parchment.

Then slowly came the words "Peony Cup High School Champion Reward".

Specific rewards such as the "Three-Habit Vehicle Card" and the "Strong Body and Spiritual Bracelet" immediately appeared below.

"Who is in charge of Peony City?" he asked without looking up.

"This is Zhang Hai, my distinguished patriarch, the Zuo Muhu who temporarily takes charge of Huang Chao, the god of war and disaster in the scenery."

The mottled and turbid bronze mirror floats in the air, with light flowing across it.

An extremely flattering human figure loomed in the mirror, pushing the mirror body from the inside and beating the Patriarch's legs.

"Military disaster...killing..."

The Patriarch slowly chewed on these two words and turned his attention to the line "[Fraud] Godhead Fragment (5% concentration)".

With a wave of the bone pen, the word "fraud" was erased and replaced with the word "kill".

……

at the same time.

Ji Nian and others also finished the award ceremony and took a special bus back to Dushuo city.

Goldman Sachs and Ren Wang are slightly better.

Most of the time, people don’t care who comes in second and third place.

The calendar is a bit miserable.

As a commoner and the champion of the card making competition, coupled with his previous remarks, his popularity increased n-fold in a short period of time.

In just a few hours, under the fermentation of the card network, from the "Taoyuan ghost" known only to a few people, it has become the "destiny ghost" and "inspirational civilian boy" who are unparalleled in Qingshan.

It is almost equivalent to the ten Ziliang brothers before the "Roshan Incident" put together.

If the competition was not only at the provincial level and had such high influence, his popularity would never be limited to the province of Qingshan.

In fact, the name "Chronicle" has already been known to many top foreign card masters.

It’s just that people rarely pay attention.

After all, at this point in time, there are competitions all over Kyushu, and people are obviously more concerned about "the people at their doorstep" than "other people's geniuses."

unless……

The "Novice Card Group" has really entered thousands of households, and the streets and alleys are full of people who are determined to become "Traveler Card Masters".

And he himself has achieved higher-level results such as the top scorer in the college entrance examination, the regional championship, and the national championship. Only then can his popularity reach the "national-national" level.

"That's enough."

Said Ji Nianxin, who was blocked by a large number of fans outside the revolving door and even signed autographs and took photos, smiling so hard that his face froze.

In his opinion, the current popularity is enough to support the early and mid-term. Any more will not be good.

"Ugh."

Looking at these enthusiastic fans in front of him, Ji Nian couldn't help but sigh:

"You have to work hard in the future."

"I don't have as good a mentality as Brother Ziliang."