Three hours later, Velin walked out of the Trial Secret Realm and glanced at the sky. The sun was just setting.
Seeing that, he simply lay down and admired the sunset.
At that moment, inside the castle, Master Odor and Kyle stood before a magic cube, watching the star map projected above it.
"Coordinates for nearly three million worlds. Looks like this guy really loved collecting star maps." Master Odor folded his arms and looked at the densely packed coordinates above, unable to help sighing with emotion.
"This star map is worth more than this Demiplane."
Kyle stared at the points of light representing the locations of each world, a gleam flashing through his eyes.
In the inherited memories of his angel bloodline, only the coordinates of worlds at the seventh energy level and above within a million light-years around the Ilyria World cluster had been recorded.
As for worlds below the seventh energy level, aside from the coordinates of several thousand special worlds, there were none for the rest.
It was not that they had not been recorded, but that there was no need.
A single astral storm could change the coordinates of hundreds of thousands of worlds, and a single spacetime fluctuation could disrupt the time of countless worlds.
In the span of a breath, countless low-energy worlds independent of world clusters were born and destroyed.
Only worlds at the seventh energy level and above could withstand such cosmic disasters and stabilize the rules of space and time in the astral space around them.
There was a saying in the astral realm: before ascending to Epic, never rashly step into a small world, because you would never know whether, when you came out again, only a second had passed, or ten thousand years.
"Take it and study it