The relationship between Luo Chuan and the system had long been clear to him. He felt like he was the system's father.
"I understand." Luo Chuan nodded and yawned. "I'm leaving. You keep writing."
As Luo Chuan stood, the enormous chair condensed from spiritual energy shattered without a sound, and ripples spread through space like the surface of water.
The next second, Luo Chuan vanished from Soul Lock's sight, and the strange space settled down as well.
Soul Lock took out her Magic Phone, preparing to record her discussion with Luo Chuan just now. These were important parts of her autobiography and absolutely could not be forgotten.
Shadow Realm.
After Luo Chuan left the System Space, the sensation of solid ground returned beneath his feet. Before him lay a strange world like a black-and-white film, standing in stark contrast to the System Space's utmost splendor.
Even though he had experienced it many times already, Luo Chuan still felt an intensely powerful tearing sensation.
He shook his head.
Only after several seconds did he adapt.
Not far away, the completed shelter stood on the gray-white ground. A simple formation piled together from Spirit Crystals gave off a steady, warm glow of fire.
Of course, Luo Chuan did not know how to set up formations.
Yao Ziyan had prepared it for him before he came. The formation had been inscribed into the Spirit Crystals, and all he needed to do was activate it with energy when necessary. Convenient and swift, it was an essential item for home life, travel, murder, and arson.
The other difference from the beginning was perhaps that there were no longer many Shadow Dwellers watching him.
After all, when so many strange creatures were staring at you, how could you possibly pretend not to see them?
Luo Chuan