My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death

Chapter 388: 361: Virtual Illusion Game

Translator: 549690339

Upon hearing this, the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect immediately slapped his thigh.

“No wonder the Starships sold by the Heavenly Refinement Sect recently looked so familiar,” the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect suddenly realized.

“Great Master, can you modify those Giant Beast Warships here?”

“My cultivation level is shallow, and I can’t modify those Giant Beast Warships,” Xu Fan shook his head and said. He couldn’t even modify his own warships, let alone help others.

“Fine, I’ll go and talk to the Heavenly Refinement Sect later about trading in those spirit stones for my Starship,” the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect said through gritted teeth.

Afterward, the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect ordered a batch of Heavenly Patrol Satellites from the Hidden Spirit Sect and left with his people.

“It seems that we need to speed up our plan,” Xu Fan said.

In Tianshi National, all the ordinary people were following the direction indicated by the clouds in the sky.

A middle-aged butcher was leading a family of four, following the crowd to the next food distribution location. It was said that the flatbreads there were made with magical treasures by immortals.

The middle-aged butcher was bare-backed, with a sturdy build and a pig-killing knife that had been with him for many years hanging around his waist. He pushed a small cart with his hands, on which sat his mother and beloved son.

“Brother Niu, do you think what the government says is true? If we don’t leave, will monsters really come and eat us?” a plain-looking middle-aged woman asked, with deep fatigue on her face.

They had been traveling for three consecutive days.

“You may not believe the government, but you should listen to what the God Statue says,” the middle-aged butcher pointed to the arrow in the sky, the sign that directed their path.

“Mom, let me get off and you sit down for a while,” a bright-eyed little boy said.

“Hu’er, you sit; you’re not tired,” the middle-aged woman said with a smile.

“Mom, let me get off; I want to walk on the ground,” the little boy said as he jumped off the cart and walked beside the middle-aged butcher.

“Grandma, make room for my mom,” the little boy said to the old woman who was dozing off in the cart.

The cart was small, and besides luggage, there was barely enough room for two people.

The old woman moved her buttocks and dozed off again, and the middle-aged woman got on.

The little boy took out half a piece of exquisite flatbread and dried meat from his pocket and handed it to his father.

“Dad, you eat this,” the little boy said.

The middle-aged butcher looked affectionately at the little boy.

“Hu’er, why don’t you eat up the food the immortals gave you?” the middle-aged butcher asked, looking at the little boy’s flatbread and dried meat.

“I don’t have to walk, so I eat less,” he replied.

“Dad, eat this so that we can hurry up and see what the immortal’s city looks like,” the little boy said excitedly.

At this moment, a strange cry came from the sky, and a giant bird with wings spanning tens of meters dived toward the crowd below, targeting the little boy following the middle-aged butcher.

Frightened, the middle-aged butcher shielded the little boy under his body and drew his pig-slaughtering knife.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the cart stood up, preparing to press the little boy under her.

Just then, a thunderous boom sounded, and the strange bird’s head burst open. As the bird’s corpse, propelled by inertia, was about to hit the family of four, a protective shield enveloped the area.

The strange bird crashed onto the shield.

At this moment, the people who had come to their senses knelt down and shouted praises to the immortals for their divine intervention.

The little boy’s family knelt on the ground and thanked the immortals for saving their lives.

At that moment, a Nascent Soul Puppet appeared, pushing the strange bird’s corpse into the sky.

Kneeling on the ground, the little boy looked up at the direction the puppet was flying and faintly saw an incomparably enormous Giant Ship.

“Dad, I want to be an immortal too when I grow up.” The little boy said with a determined expression, a flash of thunder momentarily gleaming in the depths of his eyes.

“Alright, if we encounter an immortal taking disciples, I’ll take you there.” The middle-aged butcher laughed, looking at the bloodstains on the ground that had yet to dry, his pounding heart slowly calming down.

A day later, the family of four finally arrived at their destination. It was a large road several hundred meters wide, where everyone was moving forward along it.

The little boy looked at the roadside signs and said to the middle-aged butcher, “Dad, we just need to follow this road for another hundred miles, and then we can take an immortal vehicle to the Giant City.”

Being the only member of the family who could read, it was the little boy’s responsibility to show the way for his family.

“Really? Have we finally arrived?” The middle-aged butcher happily said. The long journey had left him looking exhausted and dispirited.

The entire family cheered up.

Hidden Spirit Island, within an underground space, Xu Fan was controlling the Mixed Iron Monkey to teach the Little Spider Divine Arts while chatting with Pu Tao.

“Pu Tao, all the ordinary people have arrived, gathering together there are at least 10 billion people. Food can be resolved, but what about the rest of the management?” Xu Fan said.

Xu Fan knew that when millions of people gathered together and had nothing to do, there would definitely be problems.

At this moment, several light curtains appeared before Xu Fan, displaying the solutions provided by Pu Tao. The main idea was to use Pu Tao’s massive computing power to assign reasonable tasks to everyone, ensuring that every person had work to do each day.

Xu Fan shook his head. Although Pu Tao’s computing power was vast, it shouldn’t be wasted like this.

Just then, Xu Fan’s eyes lit up as he thought of the online game novels he had read in his past life.

“Pu Tao, can you create a virtual online game that could accommodate more than 10 billion people?” Excitedly asked Xu Fan.

“We can run it modularly, without scanning real data like the Trial Tower.”

“Calculating now, please wait, Master.”

An hour later, Pu Tao finished the calculations and presented a complete plan in front of Xu Fan.

“Add some features to select talented individuals, and have them link their consciousness to puppets. In the future, we can have people inside directly help us complete tasks.”

“In this way, those with combat talent but no spiritual roots can shine in the real world.”

“And also  .”

After Xu Fan proposed this plan, his inspiration exploded, and he discussed many ideas for the game’s settings.

From the game to reality, and then to the future small world plan.

Xu Fan spoke for several hours before finally stopping excitedly.

“That should be enough for now, we can discuss more later if new ideas come to mind.”

“Turns out I have a talent for game planning too.” Xu Fan said happily.

Three days later, Xu Fan held a gaming helmet made of Spirit Iron in his hand.

“Is the production line set up?”

“A hundred production lines have been completed, capable of producing 50 million helmets daily.” Pu Tao replied.

“Once we have one billion of them, distribute them, prioritizing the young. You can handle the rest.” Xu Fan instructed.

After giving his orders, Xu Fan placed the helmet on his head.

“Let’s see how well Pu Tao made this game.”

Xu Fan closed his eyes, letting the Illusion Array inside the gaming helmet connect with his mind.

At this moment, Xu Fan’s figure appeared in a small village filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

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