But inside, everything was a product of technology—even the floor was made of an extremely tough alloy.
They went up to the ninth floor.
The elevator doors opened onto a spacious area similar to the training hall at the Limit Martial Arts Hall.
A number of young men and women were sitting around chatting casually, speaking all kinds of languages. When some of them saw Shi Jiang and Zhao Ruo arrive together, they looked over curiously.
"Eh? Why is there a newcomer at this time?"
"He looks kind of familiar. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
"It's... it's him! Jiang Li, the White-Robed War God who fought five alone and killed two War Gods in succession!"
"That's right, it's him. He's much more handsome in person than in the videos!"
"Could he be here to join midway? This is the Elite Training Camp!"
"If he isn't elite, then who is?"
Led by Yang Hui, Jiang Li walked straight to the very back of the hall, where there was a passage lined on both sides with large rooms.
"You two wait outside!"
When they reached the innermost room, Yang Hui instructed Shi Jiang and Zhao Ruo to wait outside.
The room was simple, containing only two sofas.
A dark-blue helmet rested on each sofa.
"These two helmets were manufactured by our human scientists in imitation of ancient relic civilization."
Pointing at the helmets, Yang Hui patiently explained, "Of course, these are merely imitation consciousness sensors. The host of the virtual space still comes from an ancient civilization relic."
"Once you put one on, your consciousness will enter a virtual space with a one-hundred-percent simulation rate. It can be said to be no different from the real world!"
As Yang Hui spoke, he put on a helmet and lay down