With a thought, his consciousness sank into his body and connected with the mark that had always remained dormant, representing the inheritance of the Divine Craftsman's Maze Hall.
The next moment, his figure rippled like water and silently vanished from the quiet room.
The scene before his eyes shifted, and Gu Sheng found himself in a strange space.
This was not a magnificent palace. It resembled an enormous ancient workshop filled with all manner of intricate mechanisms, turning gears, and interwoven energy conduits.
The air was permeated with the scent of machine oil, metal, and some strange energy. Countless crystal screens embedded in the surrounding walls flickered with multicolored light, displaying complex, inscrutable data and runes.
This was the inner space of the Divine Craftsman's Maze Hall, the inheritance sacred ground of the ancient Divine Craftsman Dao.
The moment Gu Sheng appeared, a somewhat excited yet respectful voice rang out ahead.
"Yue Kun pays respects to Master!"
A somewhat illusory figure, though far more solid than before, stood bowed not far away.
He wore ancient craftsman's robes, his hair meticulously combed, and his eyes were filled with wisdom and the weight of countless years. He was none other than the hall spirit of the Divine Craftsman's Maze Hall, Yue Shen Gong.
Yue Shen Gong straightened up. Sensing the completely different, more active and purer spiritual energy and energy particles in this space compared to the Eastern Wasteland, uncontrollable joy appeared on his face. He bowed deeply to Gu Sheng once more.
"This old man senses that the spiritual energy and laws here differ greatly from those of the Eastern Wasteland. They are more ancient and vast. This must be the Central Continent! Thank you, Master, for honoring your promise and bringing this old man back to his homeland! Yue