Hao Ren had no idea what the "True Throat of the World" or the so-called core of the spatial bubble zone that Gadamor had mentioned was, but from the look on Izax's face, he knew it was definitely extraordinary. Izax stroked his chin, his expression more solemn than ever. "Does the nature of this space match the records in the manuscript?"
"From what we've seen, they match very closely," Gadamor said with a nod. "The portals leading to various parts of the world, the unstable way they open, and the ever-changing laws of mapping—all of them match the manuscript's predictions with astonishing accuracy. However, we weren't able to probe too deeply. That space isn't suitable for survival. There are no stars or solid planets, only some... strange celestial bodies that can barely provide a place to stand. The city needs to activate the grand barrier to maintain everyone's survival, so afterward, we hardly have the manpower to send anyone out to investigate."
Izax nodded slightly. He knew these matters couldn't be explained clearly in a short while. "All right. Organize everything that happened over the past year. I'll listen to your detailed report later."
Only then did he turn to his younger daughter, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "The most important thing to me right now is that my daughter is still alive! Elizabeth... I knew you'd be all right. But what is this thing..." As he spoke, Izax looked up at the "himself" sitting on the throne. "What the hell is this?"
Elizabeth's face still bore the messy traces of her earlier tears and laughter, but she had calmed down by now. Grabbing one of Izax's fingers, she bounced up and down and proudly introduced it. "That's Dad Number Three! Uncle Hammer and I designed it together!"