From "Outer Earth" to "Inner Earth" was really just a matter of changing one's mind. Close his eyes, open them, and it was enough.
When Ronan opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his own bedroom. His body lay beneath a thin blanket on a comfortable bed.
He did not move immediately. Instead, he took a moment to adjust to the difference between the blazing sunlight over the Pacific Ocean and his own ceiling, as well as the difference between the "Water Condensation Ring" and the Magneto-Optical Mica version of the Soul Cape. Of course, there were also the starkly inconsistent social conditions and Abyss Zone environments on the two sides.
After a moment, Ronan let out a long breath.
The coordinates given by the Martial Emperor were roughly eight thousand kilometers from Xia City, but for Ronan, who possessed "Space-Crossing Teleportation," even half an hour was more than generous.
That was if he was only traveling.
Why should he be in such a hurry? Just because the Martial Emperor urged him to go, did he really have to charge in headfirst? Wouldn't that mean letting himself be led by the nose?
Ronan had barely dealt with the current Justice Chief Priest. They had probably only met at the "Peak Conference" in May, where they had briefly discussed "aberration." In his memory, she had seemed like a gentle, mild woman, even possessing a kind of artist's purity.
But how could Ronan possibly trust that surface impression?
The Martial Emperor had most likely already tipped her off, and she was waiting for him to take the bait. If he rushed in headlong, he would only hand the initiative to her for free.
At the very least, he needed some basic understanding and the most fundamental conversational tactics.
Ronan began sifting