Dealing with the Aftermath (10,000-Word Mega Chapter-Please Subscribe)

Mutahal Floating City, the site of the Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower, was also the brightest and most conspicuous place in the entire Multiverse in the eyes of Planeswalkers.

Countless traps, defenses, and guards were densely scattered throughout every corner.

Especially the Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower towering into the clouds at the center. It had now been fully completed after the tireless day-and-night construction of innumerable New Phyrexian Creations. From afar, it looked like an enormously massive lighthouse.

The Spark burning at its summit was currently radiating blinding brilliance.

Raymond himself stood beside it, both hands pressed against the Spark, remaining motionless with his eyes closed.

More precisely, he had maintained that state for quite some time.

If it had been an ordinary person, they would either have collapsed unconscious from sheer exhaustion long ago or died outright from going without food and water for so long.

But for a transcendent lifeform, that was obviously nothing.

More importantly, ever since Raymond took control of the Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower, no Planeswalkers had visited this place again.

Because he had deliberately distorted the spatial coordinates, preventing powerful Elder Dragon Planeswalkers like Ugin and Nicol Bolas from suddenly teleporting over and giving him a little surprise.

To outsiders, the Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower now seemed veiled in mystery.

They could see it and receive the information and knowledge sent from it, but they could no longer easily teleport here using a Planeswalker's Spark.

Clearly, this was how things had originally been planned, rather than foolishly exposing himself in full view of everyone.

The reason things had spiraled out of control was mainly Jin-Gitaxias, the Blue Praetor's obsession with researching and Compleating Planeswalkers, along with the Diary's deliberate indulgence and failure to report it in time.

But now, everything had finally returned to the proper track.

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