There are worlds similar to Perfect World, but no worlds similar to the world of Holy Ruins.
Although there are worlds like "One Life, One Supreme," he could only see the existence of those on the other shore within them, not those at the Dao Fruit level.
The plots are largely unrecognizable, and the power levels are inverted.
Ultimately, they are merely worlds that are almost, but not quite, the same.
What constitutes a definition for worlds that are almost, but not quite, the same?
It's just that in the worlds of this type of "All Heavens Flow" work, the twelve-star cultivators are not to be feared, and the only being who has stepped into thirteen stars, the four-layered box, is not a living creature but the supreme rule that envelops all time and space.
Although it is said that Qi Yuan Six Stages is inferior to the supreme rule, and this supreme rule can almost silently crush many cultivators who have just entered the four-layered box, and it is not a beginner within the four-layered box.
But in the final analysis, the supreme rule only has instincts, no intelligence, no self, and no personal concepts. Therefore, Fang Ming can tear the supreme rule locally and cover the so-called "universal status" and "Great Luo status" across numerous worlds and countless timelines.
"Yang Feng..."
"The protagonist of this 'All Heavens Flow' work world..."
"Protagonist's destiny..."
"Reincarnator..."
Fang Ming's gaze was distant. He had already forcibly compressed the results, all possibilities in the myriad worlds.
Next, it was time to witness the final fruit.
Fang Ming believed.
He would see it.
Compared to that avatar in the "All Heavens Flow" work world that had numerous five-layered box experts, possessed upper-level narratives, and organized the "All Heavens Flow" works across time and space.
His own avatar.
Perhaps the progress could be even faster.
This was because this "All Heavens Flow" work world was significantly weaker than that other "All Heavens Flow" work world.
Even the four-layered box experts were limited to a single supreme rule, and there were no five-layered box experts.
This, naturally, allowed Fang Ming, at Qi Yuan Six Stages, to act with impunity.
"Holographic helmet..."
The young man chuckled.
The so-called holographic helmet contained no inherent technology.
It merely projected players from one world to another, with at most some revival functions added.
Even so.
It was the Fourth Great Disaster.
And the setting of levels.
It was merely dividing each star rating into ten levels.
...
Several days passed.
On this particular evening, Yang Feng received a package.
Inside the package was a holographic helmet.
"Connect the data cable to the computer, and then the game can be launched?"
Yang Feng looked playfully at the instructions accompanying the holographic helmet.
The steps described in the manual were very simple. All Yang Feng had to do was put on the holographic helmet, connect it to the computer via the data port, and then log into the official website to download the game.
It seemed very simple, but in reality, Yang Feng knew that even if he dismantled the holographic helmet and sent it to a laboratory for decomposition, he would not be able to analyze any of its secrets.
The key to connecting to the myriad worlds was not this helmet. This helmet was merely a cover for the purpose. The real key that could bring players into the myriad worlds was not this helmet, but within the Main God Hall.
Perhaps it was some form of qualification verification from the Main God Hall.
In his previous life, over thirty years, this speculation had spread widely, almost to the point of being fact.
Yang Feng followed the instructions, put on the holographic helmet, and connected it to his computer.
Download the game from the official website...
When everything was done, he clicked the start button for the game on his computer.
Then, he felt a dizzying sensation and lost consciousness.
...
All around was darkness.
Yang Feng seemed to be falling from a great height.
He suddenly looked up and saw, above the Primordial Chaos, a magnificent and immeasurable celestial palace, so grand it was difficult to describe in words, standing there.
Its existence seemed to span infinite time and space, infinite worlds, past, present, and future.
Every trace of its radiance seemed to be ancient, eternal, and indestructible.
"This is the Main God Hall, a place for players to communicate."
Yang Feng, standing within the Main God Hall, carefully observed it and found that the architectural style and appearance of the Main God Hall were no different from his previous life.
The only difference was that in his previous life, not only were the numerous branch halls spread across infinite time and space filled with players, but in the current Main God Hall, let alone branch halls, even the main hall only had thirty thousand people. Under the vastness of the Main God Hall, these thirty thousand people were not many, making the Main God Hall appear empty.
In game terms, this meant that in his previous life, the game "The Main God's Expedition" had all its servers considered full, with crowds of people everywhere.
But now, in the game "The Main God's Expedition," not to mention all servers, even within a single server, the people seemed sparse and empty.
"As expected, the beta test is completely different from my previous life."
"The number of people is extremely small, far from the crowded state of my previous life."
Yang Feng, standing within the Main God Hall, calmly observed everything.
Because he had seen it countless times in his previous life, he could maintain a relatively calm attitude.
But other players were different.
"This palace, these murals are too spectacular! Is the game's promotional slogan actually true?"
"One hundred percent realistic simulation... How is this possible?"
Some players looked at the murals and the palace in the Main God Hall with extreme disbelief.
The realism was simply too real!
Touch was complete.
Sight was complete.
Hearing, and even smell, were all present.
And such a magnificent palace...
This game truly seemed to have a one hundred percent realistic simulation!
"This game surpasses so many AAA productions! After entering the game, I almost thought I had transmigrated!"
More and more players exclaimed.
Among them were Wan Xinghuai and Zhang Yuquan.
Both had purchased the holographic helmet and entered this game for various reasons.
But before entering, no matter what their reasons were, they could never have imagined that the game's realism would be this high!
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
"How can the realism reach this level?"
"This is not technology achievable by Earthlings, is it?"
Wan Xinghuai had originally intended to find a game, record videos, and then criticize another piece of trash game to his audience through mockery and critique.
He had never felt that this game would be as the game's official website claimed.
But after truly entering this holographic simulation game world.
He knew he was wrong.
Completely wrong!
So, those promotional slogans were actually true!
The divine hall alone, at this moment, had exhausted Wan Xinghuai's imagination.