With the venues created, Miracle's promotional video was completed in an instant.
“My Lord, please take a look. If there's anything you'd like to change, I can edit it out directly in post-production.”
Hearing this, Chen Xu suddenly remembered that Miracle was basically like a super-powerful smart AI. It could directly generate custom promotional videos for him.
Why had he gone through all that trouble to record those slow-motion effects?
Sigh, he was getting old. His mindset hadn't shifted yet; he was still stuck in the traditional era, thinking everything had to be shot live.
Chen Xu shook his head, glanced at the video Miracle had shot, and nodded.
Mmh, he had to admit, live shooting still had its charm. The special effects at the moment of the world's birth, the vivid ecosystems within, and the monsters brandishing their claws—it all looked incredibly real.
“Let's go with this. Release the promotional video immediately. Oh, and remember to spread the news that the Myriad Crucible has joined our Grand Assembly of Transcendents.”
“You can also use that photo of me and the Lord of the Crafts Sect.”
“Yes, my Lord. Miracle will get right on it.”
“Wait.”
Chen Xu suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped Miracle, who was about to turn and leave.
“Didn't you say earlier that the Lord of Heaven had the ten Titled High Priests register for the tournament too?”
“Uh, yes, my Lord.”
“How shameless of him. Just because the top three spots each get a Dao artifact, he actually sent out Titled High Priests.”
Chen Xu shook his head, utterly speechless.
“Here's what we'll do, Miracle. Go ahead and register Kunpeng and the others. That means all of you Ten Yin Lords will sign up.”
“Ah? My Lord, me too?”
Hearing this, Miracle seemed quite surprised, even manifesting a small hand to point at itself.
It was already swamped with handling registration requests, maintaining the tournament forums, and setting up the streaming environment for the myriad worlds. Where would it find the time to prepare for the tournament?
Fortunately, Chen Xu was a reasonable person. He immediately realized that Miracle was the core platform hosting the First Grand Assembly of Transcendents of the Myriad Worlds. It had to handle registrations, streams, and tournament discussions.
“Right, you don't have to. Just focus on your tournament duties. Register the other Yin Lords. Since the Lord of Heaven is being unreasonable, we'll do the same.”
“Understood.”
“Oh, right, my Lord. I just remembered something. The Blue Star Heavenly Dao asked me through Xia Qiming if the special race known as 'Worlds' could participate?”
“The Blue Star Heavenly Dao? Is its skin itching for a beating again? Hanging out with Kunpeng for a few days and it already forgot who it is?”
“And participate? What could it even do in a tournament? Play as a summoner? Summon the job-holders of Blue Star like beasts to fight for it?”
“So, what is your decision?”
Miracle flattened its hand and made a slicing motion across its neck.
“Ahem, just reject it. Miracle, what have you been reading lately? Did that Sage sneak onto the Undead Network to spam posts and mess up your data again?”
Miracle rubbed its head, not daring to tell Chen Xu that it had been secretly reading old web novels from before the dungeon era uploaded by humans from Blue Star.
With a pop, it vanished into a cloud of mist, leaving behind only a single sentence.
“My Lord, I'll get right on it.”
Chen Xu could only shake his head and sigh.
Five years had passed, and these undead were becoming increasingly mature. While their maturity made them more perceptive, they had also become much more mischievous.
Whatever. He was just an ordinary Necromancer. As long as the undead he summoned followed his orders in battle, it didn't matter if they read history or smut in their free time; he would just let them be.
Soon, Miracle uploaded the new promotional video to the Undead Network. Its grand scale instantly drew the attention of countless transcendents.
Rookie Bandit King: Wow, what a massive black dragon! And that uncle is so cool—he literally clapped his hands and birthed so many worlds.
Full Metal Cop: What black dragon? What uncle? That's the World-Destroying Dragon that feeds on worlds, and the number one Lord of the Undead in the myriad worlds! Watch your mouth, kid. The undead are notoriously petty.
Black Magic Master: You're the one who's truly doomed, buddy. Good luck.
Please Call Me Top Scholar: The omnipresent Skeleton Association will target your tailbone. Best of luck.
AAA Top-tier Staff Customization: Holy crap, what am I seeing? His Undead Eminence actually partnered with the Crafts Sect!!!
AAA Top-tier Magic Accessory Customization: It's over. Now that the Myriad Crucible has joined, is there any hope left for our AAA Group to buy an advertising slot?
Young God of Magic: What's the Myriad Crucible? What's the Crafts Sect? Are they that big of a deal?
AAA Top-tier Staff Customization: Little brother God of Magic, remember to listen more and talk less. It's understandable since you're from a backwater place, but seriously, keep your mouth shut.
Please Call Me Top Scholar: The Myriad Crucible is the number one equipment manufacturer in the myriad worlds. Even our lab's top-tier hazmat suits are purchased from them.
While ordinary netizens watched for entertainment, professionals saw business opportunities.
The moment they saw the photo of Chen Xu and the Lord of the Crafts Sect, the top figures in alchemy, pill-refining, potion-brewing, and pet and mount breeding across the myriad worlds could no longer sit still.
Previously, they had been hesitant, unsure whether this number one figure of the myriad worlds was just joking or genuinely wanted to host a tournament.
Now, seeing the Lord of the Undead take action himself, birthing worlds with a single thought and instantly creating over ten thousand brand-new planets, the tournament's legitimacy was beyond doubt.
Furthermore, seeing that the Crafts Sect had seized the initiative so early to secure a sponsorship deal with Chen Xu, they all began to panic.
Unlike the Myriad Crucible's monopoly on equipment manufacturing, their respective industries had no single dominant player.
Therefore, whoever could secure a sponsorship for this assembly would lock in their growth for the next few years.
Because along with the promotional video and the photo with Chen Xu, Miracle had also announced another piece of information.
It was a number—the total registration count for the tournament.
235,223,462,105,483,211.
Over two hundred and thirty-five quadrillion registered participants. What an absurdly massive number, and what an unimaginably vast market it represented!
And that was only the registered contestants. Behind them lay an untold number of spectators who hadn't registered.
Never. The myriad worlds had never seen a tournament involving so many people.
This was absolutely a first in history, destined to be the most trending and commercially valuable event ever.
Who knew if His Undead Eminence was just acting on a whim, doing whatever came to mind?
If he only held it once and never again, missing out on this First Grand Assembly of Transcendents of the Myriad Worlds would mean losing the best promotional platform they would ever have.
The City of Miracles.
Boss had just finished processing a batch of advertising requests for the Grand Assembly of Transcendents. Stretching his arms, he picked up his gold-leaf coffee from the desk, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling City of Miracles.
Because of the Grand Assembly of Transcendents, many unfamiliar faces had recently poured into the City of Miracles.
But these weren't troublemakers; they were clients coming to do business.
Most were small-to-medium cross-realm merchants who had smelled the business opportunities of the Grand Assembly of Transcendents. They were willing to jump in and risk their entire net worth for a shot at success.
“Sigh, unfortunately, I, Boss, am only working on behalf of my Lord. It doesn't matter if I lose face, but it would be disastrous if I tarnished my Lord's reputation.”
“Even milk tea vendors want to join, proposing things like elixir milk tea... Hah, what nonsense.”
Boss took a sip of his gold-leaf coffee, spat out a bit of gold leaf that he had accidentally swallowed with a slight grimace of disgust, and was about to turn back to work.
Suddenly, his head snapped up, and he looked toward the sky above the City of Miracles.
In the next moment, everyone in the City of Miracles raised their heads to gaze up at the starry sky.
Because outside the City of Miracles, in the Cosmic Sea, an incredible crowd of figures had arrived.
Magnificent sky skiffs, high-tech starships, palanquins pulled by nine dragons, cauldrons bubbling with mysterious liquids and releasing the rich fragrance of medicine...
Behind each of these lay a top-tier chamber of commerce of the myriad worlds.
And now, drawn by the Grand Assembly of Transcendents, they had all gathered at this small City of Miracles—Boss's home turf.
Boss calmed his racing heart, pulled a handkerchief from his inner pocket, and wiped his mouth.
“Little Blessing, pass down the word. Prepare to welcome our guests.”
Beside the desk, the Blessing Parrot complained.
“Boss, I just went on vacation! This is forced labor!”
“Heh, if you ruin my Lord's business, I will pluck your feathers, skin you alive, carve out your flesh, and then beg my Lord to turn you into an undead parrot who never needs rest, so you can work every single second of eternity!”
“Oh, no! Boss, I'll do it right now!”
The Blessing Parrot was terrified. Flapping its wings frantically, it rushed off to convey Boss's orders.
Meanwhile, Boss kept his eyes on the distinguished guests in the sky.
“Next, this will be my battlefield.”
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