Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

[Confirmed consumption of 1,000,000 emotion points.]

[Template: Azure Lotus Sword Immortal - Li Bai, Construction Begins...]

The moment the command was confirmed, the air in front of Jiang Ming distorted violently.

In the center of the spacious living room of the Tomson Riviera penthouse, countless golden data streams appeared out of thin air. They were no longer the specks of light that created the ordinary dolls, but rather like tangible, flowing liquid gold.

These golden data streams intertwine, collide, and recombine at high speed in a mysterious way that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

A clear human silhouette was quickly sketched out.

First, there's the skeleton.

Each pure white skeleton, meticulously constructed under the flow of data, is flawless from skull to finger bones, exuding a powerful and harmonious beauty.

Next came the red veins and muscle tissue, which, like living vines, quickly climbed onto the skeleton, making the body full and powerful.

The skin that forms is smooth and delicate, yet it exudes a resilience that comes from years of weathering storms.

Finally, there's clothing.

A white robe in the style of the Tang Dynasty appeared out of thin air, with a wide hem and flowing sleeves.

A simple, antique-style gourd hung quietly from his waist.

One hand naturally grasped an ancient longsword that seemed to materialize out of thin air. The scabbard had no superfluous decorations, only the rustic simplicity that had been etched by time.

The entire process, from nothing to something, took only thirty seconds.

As the last wisp of golden data merged into his brow, the man slowly opened his eyes, and an aura combining the carefree spirit of a poet with the sharp and aloof demeanor of a swordsman spread out.

Those eyes seemed to hold the starlight and the aroma of wine that had been accumulated over a thousand years.

It has the free and unrestrained spirit of a poet.

There is also the sharp and aloofness of a swordsman.

Two completely different qualities blended perfectly in him, creating a unique and captivating charm.

He stood there quietly, and the atmosphere of the entire room changed.

Jiang Ming could clearly feel an invisible, sharp aura emanating from the puppet.

This is... a "Servant" created from one million emotion points.

A moment later, the man in white moved.

He bowed slightly to Jiang Ming, a classic and elegant gesture.

His lips parted slightly, uttering clear and perfectly articulated modern Chinese.

"Saber, Li Bai."

"We have come in response to the call."

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

Looking at the perfect creation before him, Jiang Ming found that everything from its appearance and temperament to its first words perfectly matched his ideal vision.

One million emotional points—it was totally worth it.

"I am your creator, but your master is someone else."

Then Jiang Ming stood up from the ground and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He raised his hand and pointed to the most eye-catching and representative building in the night outside the window.

Shanghai, Oriental Pearl Tower.

Jiang Ming's voice was calm.

"Tonight at midnight."

"Go there and let the world witness your existence."

Saber, named Li Bai, looked in the direction Jiang Ming was pointing, and a ripple finally appeared in her usually calm eyes.

He seemed to be admiring the unique structure of the modern building, or perhaps looking down upon the bustling lights of the city.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to Jiang Ming's back.

"As you command, Creator."

……

It was 11:50 p.m.

Shanghai, Lujiazui, Binjiang Avenue.

Although it was nearly midnight, the area, being the most central scenic spot in this international metropolis, was still bustling with people and incredibly lively.

On the Huangpu River, sightseeing cruise ships full of tourists slowly sail by, leaving long trails of light in their wake.

Across the river, the Bund's cluster of international buildings is brightly lit, telling the story of the city's century-long history.

Tourists, locals, street performers, and online influencers holding selfie sticks together create this vibrant night scene.

child time.

Midnight.

Outside the Oriental Pearl Tower, at the tallest observation deck, a spherical capsule suspended 350 meters in the air.

A figure in white appeared without warning.

He disregarded gravity and the laws of physics, and stood lightly on the outside of the smooth, curved glass curtain wall of the sphere, seemingly riding the wind.

With one hand behind his back and the other holding an ancient-style long slip, his wide robes fluttered in the night wind hundreds of meters above the ground.

Li Bai lowered his head slightly, looking down at the ever-flowing Huangpu River and the dazzling galaxy composed of countless lights.

On Binjiang Avenue.

A photography enthusiast with the online name "Flying Fatty" is using his DJI drone to shoot time-lapse footage of the Oriental Pearl Tower at night.

He stared idly at the monitor screen on his phone, adjusting the camera angle.

Suddenly, his fingers froze.

Captured by a drone's 4K high-definition camera, a strikingly incongruous white figure appeared on the sphere atop the tower.

"Holy crap?"

"Flying Fat Man" subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was a cleaner working at height.

But what kind of cleaner would wear ancient costume and stand outside the glass?!

He suddenly looked up, squinted, and stared intently at the spire of the Oriental Pearl Tower.

That white dot truly exists!

"Holy crap! Look! There's someone on the tower!"

He let out a startled cry, his voice trembling, and pointed towards the top of the tower.

Several tourists around him looked up in the direction he was pointing.

"Where? Where?"

"There really is someone! In white! I saw them!"

"Is this for real? Are there any events today?"

More and more people stopped in their tracks.

More and more people raised their heads.

The clamor of the crowd seemed to have been muted, quickly fading into silence within a dozen seconds.

Everyone witnessed that incredible scene.

A figure in flowing white robes, like a deity, floats atop the tower, over 300 meters high.

Countless mobile phone cameras, their faint glow trembling in the darkness, were aimed at the figure in white.

Below, under the gaze of thousands upon thousands of eyes, a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief.

Li Bai, atop the tower, moved.

He didn't speak, but instead used his sword as a pen and the deep night sky as paper, freely wielding his brush in the air.

Visible, almost tangible, silvery-white sword energy formed beneath his sword with each movement.

The sword energy did not dissipate, but instead left behind dazzling strokes in the night sky.

One stroke, one line.

The strokes are strong and elegant, like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

In just a few breaths, three enormous cursive characters appeared out of thin air next to the Oriental Pearl Tower.

—Let's drink!

On the ground, everyone who witnessed this scene completely lost their minds.

What is this?

superpower?

A divine intervention?

Another Raven God?

Or is it some kind of advanced black technology that they've never seen before?

Before the crowd on the ground could react.

Before the official radar system could lock onto the unusual target.

A clear and aloof recitation, as if traversing a thousand years of time, resonated distinctly in everyone's ears.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

As the poem began, Li Bai raised his long sword and slashed across the Huangpu River below!

There was no earth-shattering noise.

Only a single, terrifying sword aura, hundreds of meters long and indescribably dazzling, tore through the night sky like a piece of white silk ripped from the heavens!

boom--!!!

The sword energy struck precisely in the heart of the wide Huangpu River!

The next second, a scene that millions will never forget unfolded.

The entire river was cleaved in two by this sword energy!

Tens of thousands of tons of river water were pushed to both sides by an irresistible force, creating giant waves tens of meters high!

Along the trajectory of the sword energy, a vacuum tunnel a hundred meters long suddenly appeared, briefly exposing the dark, muddy riverbed to the air!

Time stood still at this moment.

All the witnesses, whether tourists at the scene or passengers on the cruise ship on the river, gaped wide-eyed, their pupils dilated to the extreme, their minds blank.

What did they see?

One sword, and the river is severed!

The white-clad figure who had delivered that earth-shattering sword strike simply sheathed his sword after doing all that.

His figure began to transform into specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, drifting upwards.

Just two seconds.

The white-robed swordsman then completely disappeared from everyone's sight and from all radar screens.