This was a shocking world!
This world lay somewhere between reality and illusion. The people within seemed to walk among the stars and the Void, while countless mechanism constructs darted, flew, and shifted through it in endlessly unpredictable ways.
Yet deeper within those constructs were streams of crisscrossing, ever-changing wills, deployed and controlled as they swept through the air, seemingly intent on finding every intruder and bringing them under control.
"Is this truly the Mohist Spiritual World?"
As he received a flood of information in that instant, Three Talents Fire's heart trembled without end.
"Such a Spiritual World, and even beings like us knew nothing of it. What kind of airtight unification must this be? Only the strictest control over all information could accomplish this!"
By "beings like us," he did not simply mean people of the same realm from his own faction, but all existences at his level.
For Heaven Lords—mighty figures at the Second Layer of the Sixth Realm—there were almost no secrets left in the starry sky. Anything they did not know was merely unknown for the time being; given enough time, everything would reveal itself.
The Mohist Spiritual World was no exception. Just as now, Three Talents Fire had ultimately learned of this world.
But the difference was that learning of it this time had required layer upon layer of fortunate circumstances. He had followed Qiu Yan onto a path that could reach into a continent, while Qiu Yan's exceptional foundation in Mechanism Arts had served as a stone cast into the river to test the way, and the Literary Web, such a mysterious thing, had acted as the lead. Only then had they approached this point step by step.
Not one of these factors could have been absent. In other words, without Qiu Yan here,