The game system of "Yu Fan Tian" is very simple, with only four functions.
The app includes a personal attributes panel, a chat channel, a trading market, and an option to log off.
He glanced at the trading market, and it was completely empty; there was nothing there.
This is quite normal.
Everyone here is new to the game and is single.
There was nothing to sell, and not a single penny to buy anything.
"Let's see what everyone's talking about."
Zhang Yuhe opened the chat channel.
A string of words flashed quickly past his eyes.
"Damn, is everyone this excited? They're spamming the feed."
Unlike ordinary games, "Yu Fan Tian" only has one chat channel.
Unlike other games, it doesn't have regional channels or national channels.
According to sampling statistics, there are nearly ten million players across the entire planet who have been tested and found to have the aptitude for cultivating immortality.
With so many people chatting on one channel, as long as there are a few chatterboxes, the messages do indeed scroll through incredibly fast.
"Damn, this isn't a game at all, it's clearly a real world."
"Indeed, no matter how advanced the technology is, it can't produce such an effect."
"Are you kidding me? You're all cultivating immortality, why are you talking to me about science?"
"We're already here, why bother with all this nonsense? How's everyone's aptitude? I only have a fourth-grade fire spirit root, sob sob..."
"Fourth grade is fine. I have a second-grade spiritual root. I don't want to talk at all."
"A third-grade golden spiritual root is passing by."
"A fifth-grade water elemental root, not bad."
"A piece of trash with a first-grade earth spirit root, I want to go back to Blue Star and get rid of those immortals."
"Don't panic, we cultivators are meant to defy the heavens."
"Let's just muddle through for now. If it really doesn't work out, we'll just log off and go to sleep."
"That's true. It's a good thing there's an offline function, otherwise it would be a bit scary."
"Haha, I have a seventh-grade fire spirit root. Those who want to curry favor with me, come quickly."
"Brother with a seventh-grade spiritual root, where are you from? Come and take me flying!"
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