A Great Time-Space Bubble... that was it?
Yuan Wuwei blinked, afraid he had misunderstood, then turned to look at Madam Harold again.
She quietly watched the interface—or perhaps the Great Time-Space Bubble itself—and showed no intention of speaking for the moment.
Yuan Wuwei followed his own train of thought. Turning a small Time-Space Bubble into a Great Time-Space Bubble... could that be understood as replacing a "small map" with a "large map," while still reflecting the situation in this same area?
It did not seem like much had changed!
Of course, this ability was already incredibly, unbelievably powerful. It could encompass everything across the hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of the Great Golden Triangle, trillions upon trillions of living beings, including its peak powerhouses, and observe them at will as though examining the lines in one's palm...
Calling such a being a World-Resident God would not be much of an exaggeration. Of the world's ten billion or so people, at least a small half would probably bow their heads in worship before something like that.
The problem was, it was all too easy for people to become spoiled.
After all, Yuan Wuwei had personally witnessed how the Time-Space Bubble Grape Cluster structure was generated and operated, how even a "little bug" like him could become a "ghost," lurking beside every Extraordinary Species and observing from different angles.
Yuan Wuwei suspected that, if he wanted to, he could even peek beneath beautiful Connie's skirt.
Damn it, why had he not thought of that just now!
It was not too late now...
Ahem. What he meant was, if it was merely a matter of piecing things together and merging them into one, then apart from making the perceptual order more convenient, it did not mean much else. It felt a little