Chapter 788 - 675: The Lord’s Space

Chapter 788: Chapter 675: The Lord’s Space

Feng Mu’s consciousness sank into the "Consciousness Corridor".

Due to the parasitic pupil technique of the [Blood Bar Deceit Eye], Feng Mu was very adept at renovating his own Consciousness Corridor.

Initially, it was all darkness and void, like a bare room with nothing inside, only a solitary Iron Throne standing in the center, exuding a silent and heavy pressure, waiting for its master to arrive.

With a thought, Feng Mu sat upon the Iron Throne.

In the next instant, the deep darkness receded like a tide, replaced by a gentle yet omnipresent pure white light.

The boundaries of the space became clear, no longer infinite void, but coagulated into a massive, square pure white hall.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were as smooth as mirrors, emitting a faint light, with no seams or fixtures visible, as if the light source came from the material itself.

Subsequently, simple doors appeared out of nowhere on the surrounding walls, neatly lined up.

The doors had no decorations, just clear black numbers starting from 1 and sequentially up to 44.

The renovation process proceeded quickly and steadily.....

When everything was ready, Feng Mu, along with the Iron Throne beneath him, floated slowly upwards, a meter off the ground, and melted into an enormous sphere of light.

Emitting vast and pure brightness, neither dazzling nor scorching, it simply existed stably, like an artificial sun, becoming the new core of this space.

The surface of the light sphere was not still, but flowed and shimmered with countless dense words and blurred image phantoms at an astonishing speed, almost too fast to capture with the naked eye, leaving only an impression of multicolored flowing light.

"Hmm, this looks much more familiar now, hehe—"

Feng Mu was quite satisfied with his renovation,

"Next, it’s time for the ’users’ to enter and experience it."

.....

Almost simultaneously, the Deputy agents scattered across every corner of Lower City, no matter where they were or what they were doing, felt their consciousness being irresistibly pulled, leaving their physical shells behind.

After a brief sensation of weightlessness and dizziness, they instinctively crawled towards where the Iron Throne should have existed, maintaining the most humble kneeling posture, with foreheads pressed against the cool smooth ground.

(Even though they were consciousness bodies, they strangely had a sense of touch.)

However, the cold oppressive feeling they expected did not descend.

After a prolonged dead silence, someone finally cautiously lifted their head.

Then, he was stunned.

Subsequently, more and more people lifted their heads, faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

The pitch-black void had disappeared, and the intimidating Iron Throne was also gone?

In its place was a bright, vast pure white hall, and in the center, a gigantic sphere of light emitting vast brightness.

What happened? Where is the master?

The Deputies exchanged glances, hesitantly, slowly rising from the ground.

No one spoke, with confusion, curiosity, and an uneasy silence permeating the air.

Their eyes swept over the numbered doors surrounding them, eventually, everyone’s gaze was inevitably drawn to the central huge sphere of light.

It seemed to possess a magic, making it impossible to look away.

A silent awe and reverence permeated the crowd.

They congregated towards the sphere of light as if attracted by a magnet, forming a loose circle.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unblinkingly at the sphere of light.

The sphere’s surface was not smooth, with countless texts and images flashing, flowing, and transitioning at incredible speeds.

The speed was too fast, the texts and images were like rushing torrents, or like out-of-control rain of code, only capturing some extremely blurred fragments.

They tried their best to concentrate, barely recognizing the fleeting names and introductions of various abilities.

[Ghost Shadows], [Blade Armor], [Thousand Entwining Threads], [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution], [Sharingan], [White Eyes], [Vajra Unbreakable Body], [Wind Manipulation Technique], [Shadow Binding], [Spiritual Piercing], [Cell Activation], [Basic Alchemy]...

Some names they could somewhat understand, others were completely baffling, but just from these names alone, they were enough to let one’s imagination run wild, heart racing.

After each skill or cultivation technique name, there seemed to be a sequence of numbers rapidly flashing, too quick to make out specific values, merely seeing vague outlines of the numbers without understanding their meaning.

The Deputy agents exchanged glances, each displaying shock, desire, and deep contemplation on their faces.

The massive amount of information overwhelmed their cognition.

In the crowd, a younger-looking Deputy could no longer hold back, his voice carrying suppressed excitement and trembling:

"Are... are these the main abilities granted to us? Just reading the names feels so powerful!"

Immediately, someone next to him interjected, eyes still fixed on the sphere of light:

"It feels like it! But did you see the words on it clearly? They’re too fast and blurry!"

The person earlier shook his head vigorously, annoyed:

"Too fast! The detailed introductions of the abilities are unreadable, only occasionally capturing the names vaguely. But just by reading the names they feel so formidable."

Chen Fengrui also stood among the crowd.

He was more composed than the others, but his eyes fixed on the sphere of light burned with the most intense admiration and trust.

He listened to the discussions around him, and solemnly said: