Summoning Players into My Game Chapter 720 - 372: Advent!

"Leveling up in the game while gaining lifespan in the real world—how can such a game even exist?!"

Luo Wushang’s declaration caused every elder in the room, Chu Qingtian included, to believe she was caught in a wild dream. Simply integrating game acceleration tech into Descent of High Martial was astonishing enough already.

Rising in game levels and extending real-life lifespan at the same time—this goes beyond mere gaming; it’s nothing short of a miracle.

A game like that would have people worldwide scrambling to dive in, utterly transforming the rules of the world and daily human existence.

Before doubts could spill from anyone’s lips toward Luo Wushang, she seemed to read their minds ahead of time. Her single hand pressed lightly onto the conference table.

Bang!

Right there on the solid mahogany conference table emerged a profound handprint, sinking half an inch deep.

"What kind of power is this?!"

All the elders gawked at that deep indentation on the table, utterly dumbfounded, wondering if their eyes deceived them.

Everyone knew the conference table was made of solid wood. As seasoned professionals, the elders trained diligently and often sparred in real fights, boasting impressive skills. Hot-tempered ones among them had pounded the table before, confirming its remarkable durability.

Even slamming it with full might on wood over twenty centimeters thick wouldn’t leave a mark—hands might bleed, but the table stood firm. Yet Luo Wushang, merely a young woman, had imprinted half an inch deep effortlessly, like some internal arts legend from a wuxia film. It defied all belief.

"Hard to believe, right?" Luo Wushang swept her gaze over the elders with a subtle smile. "This comes from my training in Descent of High Martial. Inside the game, I’ve reached the Heavenly Human Realm. No clue on the tech making it happen, but my body control now hits the cellular level. Such power stems from releasing the brain’s limits on muscles and using Inch Force. With this bodily mastery, adjusting every cell’s metabolism is simple. Given enough energy, hitting two hundred years while staying in prime shape until one hundred twenty is totally feasible."

Luo Wushang’s explanation plunged the room into dead silence. Disbelief, terror, thrill, and a whirlwind of feelings surged through their hearts.

Luo Wushang’s claims sounded outrageous, yet her live demonstration shattered human limits. With their own real-fight expertise, they recognized this as superhuman territory—denial wasn’t an option.

"Wushang, you mentioned establishing a town in the game, correct?" Chu Qingtian snapped out of his daze and blurted the question.

Should Luo Wushang’s words prove true, Descent of High Martial would reshape the entire world. Longevity’s allure is unbeatable, particularly when so tantalizingly close.

Under those conditions, Descent of High Martial transcends gaming; it becomes a brand-new realm that the whole planet would chase with frenzy.

Controlling a town in that realm promises sky-high riches, sufficient to fund Celestial Might’s vast workforce of tens of thousands. Consortia already battled fiercely for national tournament slots—now, armed with Descent of High Martial’s lifespan boost, they’d rush to power-level, making it effortless to siphon their cash.

"Exactly." Luo Wushang affirmed with a nod. "I aim to construct a town atop a massive Energy Ore Vein in-game. These veins fuel martial artist cultivation there. Players can mine them for a 30% cut from me; town residents pay only 10%. I’ll offload some town homes to consortia for guild startup cash. Once running smoothly, the town will sustain the guild indefinitely."

"Got it. I’ll take charge of dealing with the consortia," Chu Qingtian declared, his eyes shining bright. He’d figured the guild was on its last legs, yet here was a dramatic reversal, Luo Wushang stepping up to propel Celestial Might to unprecedented glory.

He could already picture the consortia losing their minds upon hearing Celestial Might owned a town in Descent of High Martial. They’d rue pulling their funds earlier and shell out fortunes for in-game properties.

Yet Chu Qingtian didn’t realize the consortia burned by Eternal Immortal Path grew even wilder after hearing of Descent of High Martial’s acceleration tech.

"Dig deep! Whatever it costs, track down Descent of High Martial’s developers!"

"Alert me the instant you locate them. I want talks with their top brass on partnering up. That acceleration tech is the future—we’ll grab it at any price!"

"Leak the word: we’ll fork over fifty billion for a sit-down with their leader!"

Eternal Immortal Path’s massive shockwave left countless consortium-backed guilds and pros locked out of the main event, pushing them to the brink of madness. They tried reaching out to qualifiers, but tight confidentiality from Eternal Immortal Path blocked all intel. Smart ones stayed hidden anyway, and insiders hailed from powers matching the consortia’s might.