After Chen Ze left, Zhao Ming and the others immediately began to act.
The Clone Resting Room instantly became bustling as the twenty-four Doppelgangers began sorting through the intelligence they had gathered.
The air was thick with tension and focus, everyone rapidly recalling everything they had seen and heard in the Spirit Realm.
Zhao Ming stood in the center, forming hand seals with both hands as a silver Light Screen unfolded in midair.
The Light Screen rippled like water, gradually condensing into a clear three-dimensional projection.
This was a model of the Spirit Realm he had constructed using the Law of Space in conjunction with his memories, striving to restore every detail.
"Everyone, the regions we investigated separately were different. Now, we need to consolidate the information." Zhao Ming's gaze swept over every companion present.
Silver light glimmered at his fingertips as he traced intricate runes through the air. "I'll begin by reconstructing the layout of Tianyuan Holy Land. If anything is wrong or missing, you can add to it afterward."
"Alright!" the Doppelgangers responded in unison.
Zhao Ming took a deep breath and sank his divine sense deep into his memories.
His fingertips swept through the air, leaving a trail of silver light behind. "We'll start with the terrain."
With his movements, the projection of Tianyuan Holy Land suddenly expanded, revealing rolling immortal mountains and orderly clusters of palaces.
The projection was so detailed that even the mist drifting between the mountains looked lifelike; even the wind chimes hanging from the palace eaves were clearly visible.
"Although Tianyuan Holy Land's Scripture Repository was destroyed by me..."
Zhao Ming pointed at a building ruin billowing with virtual black smoke, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes.
"But take note: there are three layers of restrictions surrounding Yun Qing Hall