The final hour of the novice protection period, this was the last moment of peace for all lords.
Therefore, the [World Chat Channel] was inevitably even more heated.
[Last hour! Are you guys ready?]
[I'm scared right now, but also very excited!]
[Me too! This feeling is so contradictory!]
[Honestly! Even though my troop type is the best among advanced troop types, I'm still not ready to officially integrate into this world!]
[Perhaps after an hour, many lords will completely disappear!]
[Brother! Watch your mouth! Do you know there are drooling beasts outside my window?]
[Who isn't! These beasts must be starving these days! Once the novice protection shield disappears, they'll rush into our territories first!]
[Then... um, I'll timidly ask, can we stop talking about this? I'm about to wet the bed while lying in my covers...]
...
Countless lords immersed themselves in the last hour of peaceful solitude.
However, the atmosphere in the chat channel grew increasingly bleak and melancholic.
From these messages, it was evident that many lords were not in an optimistic situation.
Large numbers of hungry and frenzied beasts had gathered around their territories.
As soon as the protection shield dissipated, they would surge into the territories and begin hunting the lords.
The low-level, weaker beasts were one thing.
Even with the enhancement of their berserk state, the lords' strength would be sufficient to handle them.
But once high-level beasts, empowered by the berserk state, appeared, it would truly be a catastrophe.
Even a single Rank 7 elite beast, with its strength tripled or quadrupled in a berserk state, would be a fatal blow to many lords.
Xiao Mo firmly believed that after an hour, a portion of the lords would perish completely, losing their connection to the fresh air of this world forever.
And after the beast tide crisis subsided, another wave of lords would likely be eliminated.
This was the cruelty of this world, and also its law!
However, anyone who could survive in such an environment would inevitably embark on the path of the myriad races' struggle for dominance.
Once the harsh early period was overcome, the strength of all lords would rapidly increase under immense pressure.
When their strength reached a certain level, some would naturally begin attacking native factions, thus initiating the true myriad races' competition.
This was human nature!
No one was willing to settle for mediocrity, especially in such a world, with immense profits as temptation.
When one possessed great power, their ambition and desires would swell.
Time ticked away, drop by drop.
The chat channel was already filled with negative energy.
Many lords with weak strength had already begun to despair.
Some were bidding farewell to other lords, some were shouting about taking the initiative to break out, even if it meant mutual destruction.
Some had even given up entirely, silently awaiting the approach of death, hoping to return to Earth after death and live a carefree life.
However, this possibility was clearly very slim.
Upon descending into this world, they had already been informed that elimination and death here meant true death!
Xiao Mo sighed deeply and closed the [World Chat Channel].
Some were trying to console the despairing lords, but in Xiao Mo's view, it was completely unnecessary.
If a person chose to give up and their mental defenses completely collapsed, no amount of consolation from others would help.
Furthermore, even if they were consoled this time and managed to survive tonight, what about the future?
Setting aside other things, how would they deal with the constant threat of beast tides?
And what about the native factions who harbored extreme animosity towards all lords? Which of them were easy to deal with?
In short, this world was extremely brutal, and only those who adapted would have a chance to survive.
As for those who could not adapt, no one could help them!
Afterward, Xiao Mo stopped overthinking.
Less than an hour remained until the novice protection period completely ended.
During this final period, he still had one thing to do.
That was to construct the first building of the [Immortal and Demon Tribe] – the [Immortal and Demon Shrine].
One of the functions of the [Immortal and Demon Shrine] was to increase the attack power and defense of the territory's troops by 20%, and increase the productivity of the territory's residents by 10%.
Productivity was not currently needed, but this 20% increase in attack and defense was a powerful boost for the Immortal and Demon Battalion.
Therefore, constructing the [Immortal and Demon Shrine] was an urgent priority!
The next moment, with a thought from Xiao Mo, a yellow-grey blueprint emitting a faint golden light appeared in his hand.
Constructing the high-level building, the [Immortal and Demon Shrine], required 50,000 units of wood, 20,000 units of stone, and 5,000 units of iron essence.
For other lords, this resource requirement was enormous.
But for the suddenly wealthy Xiao Mo, this was mere pocket change.
He had upgraded his territory to a tribe, consuming 10,000 units of iron essence, and still had over 20,000 units piled up in his warehouse.
As for wood and stone, they were in the hundreds of thousands.
He had over 230,000 units of wood remaining and over 140,000 units of stone remaining.
Constructing an [Immortal and Demon Shrine] with these resources was effortless.
Xiao Mo surveyed his surroundings, found a suitable spot not far from the palace, and then opened the construction blueprint.
[Construction conditions met!]
[Do you wish to immediately begin constructing the high-level building Immortal and Demon Shrine at the currently selected location!]
[Yes] [No]
"Build immediately!"
Without hesitation, he directly chose to build immediately.
As his voice fell, the blueprint in Xiao Mo's hand erupted with golden light, turning into a pile of dust in an instant before vanishing into nothingness.
That golden light slowly rose into the air, enveloping the empty space Xiao Mo had chosen.
Within the golden light, one could vaguely see a magnificent and imposing palace gradually materializing from an ethereal form into a physical entity.
After a full five minutes, the golden light slowly dissipated.
A palace that looked magnificent yet strangely grand appeared before Xiao Mo.
The reason it was strange was that the palace's colors were very similar to those of the [Immortal and Demon Reincarnation Pool].
The upper part was golden, and the lower part was red.
Clearly, these represented the immortal races of the heavens above and the demonic races of the netherworld below, respectively.
At the entrance stood two double-sided immortal and demon statues, one on each side, similar to the statue in the plaza, but much smaller in volume.
Above the palace entrance, a large plaque was carved with four characters – Immortal and Demon Shrine!
Within the palace, there was a statue of Xiao Mo.
This statue was a full ten meters tall, with both hands raised naturally, as if beckoning to worshipping followers.
The left hand emitted a holy, pure white-golden immortal light, while the right hand was wreathed in red and black demonic mist.
Although the entire statue exuded a solemn righteousness, a sinister smile appeared on its face.
"From this day forth, this shall be the sacred hall of our faith!"
"Master represents the glory of both the immortal and demon races!"
"Those who believe in Master shall live forever!"
A group of immortal and demon troops, upon seeing Xiao Mo's statue, led by Mo Jingjing, Xian Qing'er, and Xian Meng'er, all knelt beneath the statue and worshipped devoutly.
From this day forward, this [Immortal and Demon Shrine] would be the most sacred place in their hearts, and any creature that dared to profane it would be torn to shreds!