"This world truly is anything but ordinary."
At the center of the Face of Truth's forehead, the World Eye's slit pupil blinked continuously.
Green's insight into the world had already surpassed the level of a World Lord. In Green's eyes, the Ruins World resembled a painted scroll unfurled across the endless void, countless runic rules flowing over the surface of that scroll.
What drew Green's attention even more was that large portions of the scroll's edges were missing, like the traces left behind by flames. This was not a complete world.
At the very least, some great calamity had once occurred here, thoroughly damaging the world's origin.
Ever since Green had used the Self-Sealing Art last time, he had remained weak for a long period. Even though a century had now passed, he had accumulated little foundation. Thus, even after opening the seven-colored runic seal of the Robe of Appearances, he had merely released thirty percent of his suppressed strength. There was no enhancement whatsoever.
With the aid of the Robe of Appearances, Green steadily approached this strange, unknown, incomplete world. With a thump, like a crisp plucked note, a negligible ripple splashed across the surface of the World Garment. The runes on the scroll instinctively protected this world.
Crackle, crackle!
Compared to the vast and boundless world, Green was so insignificant. From afar, the world-protecting runes could be seen, but up close, they were composed of countless smaller runes moving through multiple layers inside and outside the World Garment.
They were the world's rules.
Through these runic rules, one could vaguely see land covered in ravines, with the occasional enormous impact crater and mechanical wreckage, as well as metal city ruins concealed among mountain ranges.
These city ruins were extremely well hidden. Their buildings were mostly constructed from metal