The Cube's doors definitely hadn't opened yet.
When he connected with a Secret Realm, the realm would stir. But at least the Secret Realm Space Stone before him was still inside the Cube, making it relatively stable. He just wasn't sure whether he could connect to it before the Cube opened.
Moonlight over the Gobi Desert pierced the tent.
Chen Shu's mind grew calmer and calmer.
Once his consciousness sank completely, a scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The slope beneath his feet curved gently, its grass lush and green. In the distance lay a city skyline blurred by dust and mist, and faraway snow mountains tinged red by the setting sun. Amid the warm breeze, a voice sounded:
"Dew turns white from tonight?"
"The moon shines brightest over home."
"A bright moon rises over the sea?"
"At the ends of the earth, we share this moment."
"A cup of wine amid peach blossoms, plum blossoms, and spring breezes?"
"Ten years of lamplight through night rain on the wandering road."
The breeze abruptly vanished, and the grass stopped swaying. This world froze. A few seconds later, it shattered into countless pieces and became motes of light.
Eighteen Secret Realms appeared before Chen Shu, their spaces open to him.
Eleven had already opened. Some held vast quantities of modern military equipment and supplies; others held a small elite force, warships or bombers, or a research base. The other seven seemed unopened. One held a model resembling the city from his dream, while the remaining six stored numerous books, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, ancient Spell Artifacts, and more.
As his cultivation advanced, Chen Shu had gradually gained some control over this process. He was no longer quite so passive.
These things were almost within his reach.
But he still couldn't choose