The Path That Reached the Heavens

Ian was also curious about what the other man's path truly was, but for now, he should watch the Development Conference first.

Not a single person who came beneath the Seeking Spire was screened out. Korizen was not trying to make things difficult for anyone; he merely wanted to ensure that no one had slipped in to fish in troubled waters.

Even someone like Isengard, a Second Energy Level without psionics, possessed sufficiently powerful spiritual strength after practicing the Meditation Method. By relying on his own power, he could enter subspace directly.

Within subspace stood an enormous lecture hall, even larger than the entire floating island. It could accommodate over a million people. The hall resembled a giant conch shell: the speaker stood at the very bottom, yet their words could layer upward level by level without weakening even at the very top.

Such an architectural structure could scarcely exist in reality, but in subspace, the borderland between the material world and the Void Realm, it could be shaped with etheric matter and imagination.

Envoys and researchers from every nation each selected an area to sit in. The hall truly was immense; even if Terra's distinctive tradition of researchers settling disputes with their fists unfolded later, everyone else would still have time to raise defensive lines before the two sides started fighting.

In fact, the teams from the three old great powers—the Empire, the Azure Heaven Royal Court, and Frontier Reach—had already begun setting up defenses, raising walls and sandbags against possible attacks from every direction.

"Don't tell me they might actually start fighting?"

Ian and Isengard sat toward the rear, far from those major factions, so as to avoid getting blood splashed on them. Still, Ian found it difficult to understand. "This is basically a collective thesis presentation, isn't