The gravity of the Savior Devil Realm was produced by the gravitational techniques inscribed within it, the spatial curvature caused by its shell's mass, and a little centrifugal force.
The closer one came to the central axis of the Savior Devil Realm, the weaker gravity became.
At the Savior Devil Realm's central axis, gravity was completely absent.
Here, every object floated. Of course, weak gravity still existed, but that little force was simply incapable of forming a stable gravitational field.
Living and working here required some extra preparation—for instance, setting up formations to fix everything in place.
Otherwise, if left untouched, many things would gradually drift toward the walls without anyone noticing.
This metal structure was like that. Rather than a hall, it resembled the interior of a fortress. Many beings worked here. Some used their own spiritual power to melt spirit materials and cast them into components; some sank into deep thought; others argued with colleagues beside them.
Nearly half of them were not humanoid.
Although intelligent innate sapient lifeforms called "freeing one or more sets of limbs" the "classic," not all intelligent beings belonged to that category.
Within this steel space, like a carnival of demons, a white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, watching quietly. A robe was wrapped around his waist, leaving his upper body bare and revealing knotted muscles. He looked nothing like his aged face suggested; instead, he was like steel tempered a hundred times, carrying the feeling that the older he grew, the sturdier he became.
A layer of intricate metal covered his back, neck, and upper arms. This metal did not resemble armor at all, yet it possessed an exquisite mechanical quality. The mechanical components had been fully implanted into his flesh and blood. As the old man's spiritual