As Li Ziran spoke, Lina immediately laughed. "You're very proud, aren't you? You always think your own things are amazing, right, Li Ziran?" Her voice was soft, yet thick with doubt. "You think everyone would scramble for your half-baked stuff like madmen?"
With a light tap of Lina's finger, one figure after another appeared beyond the mirror-like surface.
A lame young man buried in a laboratory, a sage gazing up at the stars from a high-rise building, a bald man wrapped in magical radiance, a bug drilling deep underground, and a phantom silhouette—within an instant, more than a hundred shadowy figures flashed past Li Ziran.
Behind those figures stretched chains upon chains, entwining, curving, overlapping, and twisting. One glance was enough to leave him utterly unable to make sense of them.
They seemed like layers upon layers of ancient mysteries.
They were all far too ancient. Some even belonged to races Li Ziran did not recognize, but soon, figures he knew appeared.
Ancient Soul, Revenge Soul, Abyss Lord, Human Race, Elves—these most familiar beings appeared one after another. Behind each of them seemed to lie a reconstructed mystery of Void.
This was a treasure trove!
Li Ziran was certain of it. It was as though this were a treasury containing the Void Chains of all life on the Red Soil Continent, even of most living beings among the stars.
At last, the images stopped, freezing on a young man with a long, gaunt face and slightly elongated eyes. Thin as a bamboo pole, he leaned on a cane before a worktable, coughing up blood without pause. At his side floated a constantly spinning organ. He stared at it in deep contemplation, wrinkles seemingly carved into his brow.
Beside him spun structural forms at high speed, shaped like spinning tops.
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