A coordinate?
Liu Zhi was a little confused. Seven Mythic-level players had been waiting here for him just for a coordinate?
He didn't think he was important enough to warrant that.
Unless there was something special about this coordinate.
Seeing that Liu Zhi was wondering about it, the space specialist explained, "This space is very special. Without its coordinates, even if you remember that it exists, you still can't enter. And only ten people can hold its coordinates at any given time.
"Those ten people can always know the coordinates and tell them to others. Anyone else can only hear them once, which lets them enter this place.
"When they leave, they'll forget the coordinates and won't be able to come back.
"Before we took this place over, we didn't know how it worked. But now that we've claimed it and intend to use it as our Pantheon, we can't let outsiders hold the coordinates."
Liu Zhi immediately understood that he was the outsider they meant.
He also knew there was no way he could bind himself to the Rogar'a plane.
For one thing, the Fourth Catastrophe Homecoming Group would never let him stay on the Rogar'a plane forever.
Besides, if he claimed one of the coordinates to this Pantheon for himself, what would happen when players on the Rogar'a plane reached Mythic level? Would they no longer be able to come to the Pantheon for meetings?
So the people on the Rogar'a plane would certainly want to take back the right to those coordinates.
Liu Zhi understood. If he were in their shoes, he'd make the same choice.
After thinking it over, Liu Zhi nodded. "Sure. I can give you the coordinates."
The one who wielded spatial power smiled at once. "Thank you. Don't worry, we won't take something