Outside Earthstar World, in the void, inside the fortress.
"God Lord!" The young man with short, dark red hair immediately rose from his seat as he looked at the figure before him, visible to the naked eye yet nonexistent to his senses.
He had already guessed who had arrived.
"Wenxing, there's no need to be so nervous. Come to think of it, we've been in contact for a long time, haven't we?" Dongguan said, drawing upon the Metal Law.
He grew a chair straight out of the metal floor and sat down on it.
Watching this, Wenxing communicated with the intelligence through his consciousness, only to discover that although the chair had drawn metal from the fortress, its overall structure had not been affected.
It was as though some "impurities" had simply been extracted.
But this fortress was highly advanced. Those "impurities" were already scarce and widely scattered, produced by unavoidable errors during manufacturing and wear during use.
Wenxing stopped dwelling on how Dongguan had done it.
Perhaps the Sacred Number Civilization's technological system was transparent to him, or perhaps a Great Being possessed even greater abilities.
Against a Universe Master, even the combined strength of their civilization could do nothing.
And the "God Lord" was someone many Universe Masters had needed to surround and attack, so naturally, their estimation of him knew no bounds.
There had, in fact, been reasons behind the earlier appearance of traitors.
At the time, an atmosphere of impatience and arrogance had swept through the entire Sacred Number Civilization.
Now, after reality had dealt them a blow, they seemed dejected, despairing, and humbled instead.
"Was that person back then you?" Noticing Dongguan's voice, Wenxing recalled a certain "teacher" from his past.
An "old mentor" had appeared during his rise, but had rarely shown himself after