Overall.
In Ling Wuyuan's mind, [Gray Mist Imprint], this special creation derived from fragments of his own soul, had long since transformed in both actual function and status from a mere communication tool into a highly unusual communication platform.
A special communication platform restricted to Ling Wuyuan, Pei Yiman, and the others.
It was entirely foreseeable that, over the long years to come, Ling Wuyuan would inevitably continue adding a series of functions to [Gray Mist Imprint], granting it even more practical effects... It was a progression much like a brick phone gradually transforming into a modern smartphone, or even a future chip-based intelligent brain—a leapfrog evolution.
In this regard.
It could only be said that the existence of [Intelligent Mind Core].
Had truly provided Ling Wuyuan with an excellent prototype in advance.
It made him realize ahead of time that he could actually do things this way~ effectively broadening his train of thought and allowing him to figure out [Gray Mist Imprint]'s future evolutionary direction in advance.
Of course.
If he wished.
He could actually create some enormous fantasy-version network, linking people from every corner of the world and reaping all manner of benefits from it... But he was plainly uninterested in operating any large-scale service industry that benefited the masses. At most, he intended to create some fantasy-version [Intelligent Mind Core] products in the future, allowing [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion] to have a few more peculiar specialties.
Benefit the nation and the people?
Help everyone advance?
What use was any of that to him?
He only wanted to enjoy himself.
Just like that.
Amid those utterly idle musings.
Ling Wuyuan was eventually led by Su Qingyue to a secret chamber in an extremely concealed location.
Inside.
There was nothing superfluous.
There were only ten metal racks