He got straight to work!
Lin Buxun found a secluded spot in the Library, sat cross-legged, and sank his consciousness into his mind sea.
The "Dream Demon" trait in his star meridian slot activated.
His consciousness immediately crossed dimensions and entered the dream demon scene he had woven in advance.
He currently had twelve dream demon scenes in stock.
Six were scenery scenes, while the other six were combat scenes.
The combat scenes were further divided into trap scenes and troop-spawning scenes, meant for dealing with different kinds of opponents.
He now opened up a thirteenth scene and named it the Emotional Trial Ground Scene.
At once, a primordial space filled with gray mist appeared in his mind sea.
Next came constructing the scene.
He recalled the dark void he had seen in the livestream.
The Ancient God's design philosophy was straightforward: create an absolutely quiet scene, eliminate all outside interference, and force the fighters undergoing the trial to turn all their attention inward.
This step was simple. As he formed the design in his thoughts, his mental power steadily burned away.
Darkness gradually swallowed the misty gray scene.
There was no sound, smell, or gravity here-with the rules of the dream demon trait supporting it, it was even purer than what the Ancient God had created.
The Ancient God had built a structure on the mental level, while his construction operated on the level of rules.
He could directly define the rules of this space.
Gradually, a boundless expanse of darkness took shape within his Dream Demon Space.
Inside it, the only sense of "existence" could come from oneself. No external force interfered.
"Done. Jing Si Little Black Room, complete."
Lin Buxun was very satisfied with his "renovation."
Next came the production workshop's structure: the seventeen emotion pillars built