"Bzzzz..."
Invisible ripples spread once more across the edge of space-time amid the strange hum.
Then, hundreds of millions of divine power runes shimmering with golden light emerged one after another from the void, linking together into Divine Words that possessed strange power.
At the same time.
A great quantity of materials piled up nearby automatically rose into the air.
Within an extremely short time, they automatically completed a series of complex processes—smelting, extraction, integration, shaping, enchanting...
In the end, only a few minutes later.
Upon the land of Sigil City.
Another fixed Space Door, hundreds of meters tall, was successfully erected.
Even from afar, it looked like the entrance to a Divine Kingdom, carrying an inexplicable sense of sacred inviolability!
As the witness to it all, Orsaga's projection, dressed in a black robe and standing atop a distant mountain peak as he watched the scene unfold,
merely squatted listlessly on a rock beneath him, quietly gazing up at the sky, his eyes neither pleased nor displeased.
Only the occasional passing breeze barely drew other expressions from him, as though he were enjoying it.
He looked
as though there was not the slightest danger to his existence.
His expression and bearing were no different from those of some lazy old man basking in the sun at a roadside tea stall.
And in truth,
if possible,
Orsaga's attitude toward life was indeed no different from those old men most of the time.
Though he did lean somewhat more toward violence in his conduct.
From time to time, he would also kill some natives and eat them as snacks.
It could only be said
that in terms of overall destructive power, he was considerably greater than those old men.
And at this moment,
this remotely projected avatar of his was, rarely enough,