A month slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Lu Ze spent every day buried in the Illusion Realm, without even the time to visit Spirit Moon Tower.
Although he had cultivated the Dao Transformation Art to full perfection, it was still someone else's creation.
In certain minor details, the Self-Transformation into the Dao Spell he had developed himself was actually more useful.
So every day, Lu Ze researched how to optimize and merge the two Spells.
Yet the more he researched, the worse things got...
The Spell was indeed growing more refined and more badass.
But the problem was that its Spiritual Sense requirements were becoming increasingly outrageous!
For every additional NPC that developed sentience, the Spiritual Sense required to construct the illusion multiplied.
After all, Lu Ze's current Spiritual Sense was at least as powerful as that of an ordinary Refining Void Realm cultivator!
If even he found it taxing, just how outrageous were those Spiritual Sense requirements?
It did make sense.
Every additional special NPC introduced countless new possibilities into the story's trajectory.
If he wanted to use the great hand of the Heavenly Dao to steer the world's course toward a single outcome, the computing power required would be an absolutely staggering figure!
"I suppose the senior who created the Dao Transformation Art wouldn't have had something like the Cyber Myriad Souls Banner..."
Lu Ze smiled helplessly.
The main problem was that the Cyber Myriad Souls Banner was simply too overpowered.
Without NPCs this intelligent, he wouldn't have needed such a powerful processor.
"Fuck, if I'd known, I wouldn't have dumped three hundred years of enlightenment insight into it... nothing but side effects!"
Lu Ze was seething inside.
He had grown so used to living like a rich young master that he had maxed out