During this period of attempting "creation," his understanding of mysticism and the world's rules was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He Ao swept a glance over the white-haired figure. His gaze pierced through his soul, swept across his memories, and watched as his body turned to dust upon the earth.
He still seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer say anything. Only drifting dust remained.
Woo—
And accompanied by the sound of the old-fashioned train, He Ao's true body used the cover of the yellow radiance that had not yet dispersed to leave the basement.
In the instant he had just cut off the God of Order's connection, he had suddenly gained a new understanding of repairing the rules of the Martial Arts World. Now he had to go try it at once.
As the hazy radiance faded, He Ao's avatar walked out of the light and looked toward Wen Jie, who still seemed somewhat dazed outside.
Crack—
The basement's dome split apart, and a chunk of rubble fell, smashing onto the already shattered Magic Formation and the vanishing dust.
Wen Jie raised his head and looked at He Ao in some confusion. "Director He, is it over?"
"It's over." He Ao nodded slightly, took a step forward, and walked toward the stairs to the side. He asked naturally, "How did you find this place?"
"I'd just finished searching a building nearby. One of the team members said he saw a shop suddenly close its doors and thought it looked suspicious, so I rushed over immediately. I had him keep watch outside while I broke in first to check the situation." Wen Jie glanced at the ruined basement, then looked at He Ao, who had already stepped onto the stairs, and quickly