The top of Dawn Tower seemed to be completely open...
By all rights, this place should have been sealed off or guarded by security, yet Mo Ling had arrived without obstruction.
The rooftop was likewise covered in imitation abyssal iron. Sunlight fell on the metal surface, reflecting a scorching glare.
With no clouds to block it, the light was exceptionally blinding.
The tower roof was not entirely flat. High walls protected its edges, while the center sank down to form a sunken "plaza." What puzzled Mo Ling was that a cube-shaped building stood in the very center of the plaza, at the exact center of the entire rooftop. It occupied quite a large area.
"What is that?"
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Mo Ling walked toward the cube-shaped building.
Why was there such a massive cube on top of Dawn Tower?
"Could this be related to the Salvation Cube?"
Even as Mo Ling wondered, his heartbeat accelerated. He had a premonition that the cube contained something.
Only when he arrived beside it did Mo Ling realize that the building was even larger than he had expected. A Small Door faced him, as if inviting him inside.
But Mo Ling was not so reckless. He first sent his vision inside.
Yet after his vision passed through the cube building's metal wall, Mo Ling did not see its interior. Instead, he entered a chaotic ocean of pixels.
Countless colorful pixels gathered, dispersed, spun, and flickered in the air. It was like a broken screen, with every color thrown into complete disorder. Each individual pixel seemed to possess its own "consciousness," multiplying and proliferating across the display.
With just one glance, Mo Ling felt an indescribable dizziness. It was as if countless complex pieces of information had flooded into his mind.