Urban World.
The new internal test slots were about to open.
The major players had informed their relatives, while the Cultivator Administration had notified the relevant officials.
Everyone tacitly refrained from making a big spectacle of it.
According to prior analysis, player qualifications would likely be distributed through the official website.
With a thousand slots, it would be difficult to keep things under control.
But as long as the game's secret was not publicized, it would be easy to ensure the composition of those selected.
Empire Cultivator Administration.
Since Qin Yuan had not returned, the deputy director personally oversaw this round of slot acquisition.
The screens before him were densely packed with officials and computers.
By the clock, there was still one hour left.
Every department was monitoring things closely. Aside from obtaining slots, the Cultivator Administration also needed to record the appearance of the virtual game devices.
They were trying to find something.
"Director, this is bad! A huge amount of information has appeared online, promoting Cultivation World Chronicle!"
At that moment, a young man suddenly rushed over and handed the information in his hand to the middle-aged man.
A huge amount of information?
How could that be?
The entire internet had been under supervision today, precisely to prevent this kind of information from spreading.
Taking the phone, the middle-aged man browsed through several news articles.
[One hundred percent real cultivation world! Internal testing opens at ten sharp today!]
[Cultivation World Chronicle, a virtual game connected to real-world cultivation!]
[Internal testing at ten! Cultivation World Chronicle, a game for cultivators themselves!]
There were many news articles, and even more forum posts.
Information about Cultivation World Chronicle rapidly fermented across the internet, catching everyone who had prepared off guard.
"Can't we shut it down? What about cutting off the internet?"