The shock wave pushed Zheng He back three steps, sending him stumbling to the ground, while Gao Jian had already become a streak of cyan light, shooting straight into the heavens.
"What is that?!"
"A flying man!"
"An immortal master! It's an immortal master!"
"Administrator, someone's cheating!"
Clearly, the first three cries were the most plausible reactions for citizens of the Ming Dynasty, produced through "deep thinking" based on their assigned roles.
The fourth speaker was plainly a player, just like Gao Jian, Zheng He, and Wan Hu.
Cries of cheating rang out without end. There were far more players among the city's residents than expected: a full ten to twenty percent were played by real people rather than controlled by large language models.
But whether they were real people, large language models, or the Pu Clan descendants atop that low pavilion, everyone looked up in shock as a mortal rose into the air. Knowing the game's underlying code as they did, they found the sight utterly astounding.
You could play this game like that?
The civilian large language models from the various manufacturers had never seen anything like it either, and cried out in astonishment.
Gao Jian's Foundation Establishment cultivation erupted in this virtual world with astonishing force. His Escape Light pierced the clouds at a speed far beyond the rocket chair's, its cyan spiritual radiance overpowering even the dim setting sun!
In that brief instant, he had already reached the same altitude as the rocket chair.
The chair had begun rolling sideways. The rockets at its rear spewed eerie flames like ghostly lanterns, and Wan Hu felt the whole world spinning.
When he saw who had arrived, his expression looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"You can fly!"
Gao Jian did not answer. Spiritual power surged