What the hell?
Ron was baffled.
The Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense had actually developed the ability to communicate with people?
He tried sending messages to the Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense, probing to see if it could reply with more information.
But after more than ten minutes of trying, Ron discovered that the Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense could currently only convey very simple signals.
Things like "Hello," "Yes," and "No."
It felt like a newborn baby babbling as it learned to speak, possessed of a peculiar spirituality.
As if it had become a spirit.
This is like artificial intelligence. If I cultivate it properly, it could even help me manage this Phantasmal World, Ron thought.
He was unsure whether the Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense had already taken shape or still had room to grow.
If it was the latter, Ron could try cultivating it.
After all, the Phantasmal World's permissions were already in his hands. The Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense was practically his steward.
So long as he held the highest permissions, the smarter the Phantasmal Weeping Willow's spiritual sense became, the better.
Ron withdrew his spiritual sense from the Phantasmal World and began considering a plan to set up Phantasmal Weeping Willows.
There were Flower Shops in Chaos City, the Imperial Capital, and Tansang City. He could place one Phantasmal Weeping Willow in each.
That would be the equivalent of three internet cafés.
If he wanted to expand the Phantasmal World's coverage, he would have to find a way to plant Phantasmal Weeping Willows all along the route, linking Chaos City, the Imperial Capital, and Tansang City into a single line.
Once countless Phantasmal Weeping Willows joined hands to form a one-of-a-kind Phantasmal World, the internet-like effect Ron wanted would take shape.
But such an