At this moment.
The three of them finally thought of something.
"Right, where did Number Four go?"
"Yeah, Number Four definitely isn't an ordinary person. He didn't choose any cheat, yet he still escaped a Mahayana cultivator's pursuit. It's simply bizarre."
The three looked at each other. They knew that Number Four was probably their only hope.
Where was Wenren Sheng at this moment?
Naturally, he was not cultivating.
He was sitting aboard a small boat.
Just as that Mahayana cultivator had said, this place truly was an illusion.
Little Illusion, Little Illusion—naturally, the Rule Game she created was built upon an illusion.
So those cheats were all illusory.
From that perspective, the Mahayana cultivator's comprehension was indeed very high.
However, one thing here was real: "Sentient Beings."
These beings had all been gathered by Little Illusion from the Void World.
Of course, they were all the thoughts of the dead, given rebirth once more.
In Wenren Sheng's eyes, these Sentient Beings were the only possible way to clear this illusion.
"Refining the False to Achieve the True."
Simply put, why did people watch fictional movies, read novels, and play games? The medium was false, but the emotions were real.
Empathy was the foundation.
Wenren Sheng saw the key to clearing the stage at a glance.
Little Illusion wanted to make things difficult for him? How could a little sparrow stump an old sparrow?
The little boat drifted atop the waves. No matter how violent they were, the boat simply would not sink.
Even the rain could not beat its way inside.
"Help! Help!" A woman's voice rang out in the distance.
"Save the children! Save the children!" A couple's voices followed.
Wenren Sheng swept his gaze over the scene. Five hundred meters ahead of the boat, a woman