"What lies ahead for me? What are my weaknesses?"
In the private room exclusive to the Lord God Space, Gu Sheng furrowed his brows as he pondered the question. The pure white walls around him began turning transparent according to his will, reflecting all sorts of wondrous sights from the increasingly prosperous fantasy streets within the Lord God Space.
The streets of the Lord God Space had long since become far more complete and prosperous than when he had first seen them, no longer sparse and crude. Buildings of all kinds stood in rows along the streets, countless people came and went through the trading areas, and Reincarnator Shops appeared one after another.
Reincarnator teams with distinctive styles and Reincarnators with wildly varying auras moved back and forth through the ever-expanding trading plaza, where the laws of space had been permanently stabilized. At least ten thousand Reincarnators came and went, carrying out all kinds of transactions.
There were "old hands" who had experienced countless trials, as well as newcomers who had only just entered Samsara. Some formed teams and cooperated, while others traveled alone with lofty pride. Countless dazzling goods were displayed on the various stalls and in the Shops, their information originating from the myriad worlds.
Yet this lively and prosperous scene stirred little within Gu Sheng. At his level, very few of the things appearing in this plaza—or even in the myriad worlds opened by the Lord God—could still be of any use to him.
It was not only the items in the plaza that he looked down on. Even some of his original equipment could now serve little purpose.
Even the Pocket Mirror, which had originally served as a spatial storage device, had been hidden within the space in his right eye and was no longer equipped.