I may be the most frustrated time-traveler in history - other people's souls can travel through the world, while I become a stubborn rock at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
But it doesn't matter, I secretly connected to the earth's network. Disguised as a "100% immersive prehistoric game", I "cheated" the consciousness of the most hard-core and imaginative players. As a result, the style of painting changed:
In the Lich battlefield, players shouted "version event" and went crazy to pick up leaks;
Outside the Zixiao Palace, millions of cloud players simultaneously "live-streamed" the saint's sermons;
During the Great Tribulation of the Gods, Master Tongtian was devastated to discover that his Immortal Killing Sword Formation had been made into a "fool-style cracking strategy" for sale online.
As the server behind all of this, I watched the "data energy" and "prehistoric resolution" increase crazily in my account, and silently repaired the "Myriad World Stone", the treasure of chaos.
The saints regard me as an anomaly that disturbs the number of days, and the law of heaven marks me as a virus that must be eliminated.
They don't understand.
When players turn the "contribution point system" into ancient hard currency, use "dungeon guides" to deconstruct immeasurable calamities, and use "infrastructure maniacs" to reshape the laws of heaven and earth——
There is nothing certain that can restrain this world that has been gently invaded by the fourth natural disaster.
And I will use the whims and immortality of these massive players to write a new ending for myself and for this prehistoric world that goes beyond the script of heaven.
