Chapter 878: Chapter 557: The Human Cannon, Eight Million Divine Spirits
Vishdair walked over from the window, reached out with her red-painted fingernail, and gently tapped his head, "What, don’t speak in riddles."
"Does it have to do with that guy not wanting to see us? Or with what Remyu mentioned before... discrimination?"
Remyu and Lisa poked their little heads out from the bedroom door, serious expressions in their golden eyes, "Isn’t it? Lin Guang feels it’s strange too, doesn’t he?"
Vishdair turned her head, raised her chin at the red-haired angel, her face full of disdain, "Someone who’s claimed to be local, actually locked away since childhood, basically couldn’t provide any extra information, and after thinking for ages, could only say it’s always felt strange, forget it."
"In Great Xia you can find out that [Beastmen] are discriminated against by normal humans, we don’t need you to tell us, alright?"
Vishdair couldn’t help but complain, "Darn it, feeling strange is useless, you always have to tell us what to do, right?"
Remyu stuck her tongue out, "Who says it’s useless? Aren’t you all feeling cautious now!"
Lisa, holding a black and green Dragon Bubble pretending to be dead from being fed too much sashimi, tried to soothe Remyu with its tail, "Don’t fight!"
"How should I put it."
"I’m not sure if this is related, but something is definitely off."
Lin Guang put down the book in his hand, a black diamond Crown flashed over his head, he closed his eyes, and then took a deep breath, as if smelling something.
What he inhaled was far more than air and ether, there were also many abstract yet existent things.
——Information.
Spiritual information, material information.
The number of people within the hotel when checking in.
The humidity in the air,
The whispers of the staff, curiously and reverently discussing their origins.
The flowing ether in the circuit of the building materials and Spirit Patterns.
The flying Flying Spirit Artifacts and mounts in the city night sky.
Further below in the Capital’s department stores, the scent of those Spiritual Materials and Spirit Beasts being sold, children’s laughter, Spirit Beasts’ cries, serious benefit disputes and discussions, the hard-training ether fluctuations in the training room, the clatter of pinball machines in the arcade below, the news broadcast on TV...
Lin Guang simply sat here, and to him, all of this was vividly clear.
For the current Lin Guang, his development of his own characteristics had reached a realm many True Masters could not achieve.
After all, Lin Guang, who had personally built and long fused with his Divine Domain prototype [Tower of Babel] half a year ago, even if he hasn’t broken through the so-called Six-star Celestial Gate, many things are already different.
In this world, it’s not only the currently existing things that are so-called [existences].
Because even if something doesn’t exist presently, as long as it ever did, its cause and the influences it left behind would leave traces.
This is an intuition that works even without using Spiritual Power scans, an abstract perception, similar to the legendary [sudden inspiration], [spiritually blessed], Ancient Martial Style True Masters’ [ultimate sincerity] and so on.
Lin Guang could feel this in Coastal City.
However...
Precisely because of this, he could feel the indescribable sense of discord at this moment.
Through [Black Crown], and [Heart of Terra], he perceived a fact — that in the Fusang, or rather Capital, they were currently in, something of the original information was unfoundedly missing.
Although Lin Guang couldn’t identify exactly what was missing out of thin air, it’s like when he cooks, and a few complex spices in a dish he’s used to making are missing, even though Vishdair and the others can’t tell exactly what’s missing, they can definitely taste that something’s changed.
What’s missing is missing, it can’t be hidden from someone like him.
An extremely bizarre omission.
He frowned slightly.
——Could that mist, which even a Giant can’t see through, be related to this omission?
Indeed, this mission isn’t simple.
But at this moment, Zumama seemed to remember something, looked towards Lin Guang, a glimmer of expectation flashing in his eyes.
"Boss, shouldn’t it be about time to set off?"
Lin Guang’s mouth lifted slightly.
"Unless something unexpected happens... yes."
...
Meanwhile.
Coastal City.
926th floor of the Sky Arena.
The headquarter’s long holiday of [Tower of Babel Manufacturing] had already begun, with most basically only leaving behind those guarding the production line, typically mechanical Spirit Beasts enjoying the internet, necessary administrative personnel, and Miracle Masters who stayed in the studio for personal reasons.
The bright and lively round-the-clock working scene of last week was no more, and even the tall and magnificent headquarters building had turned off most of its lights, only that large mechanical Floating City in the sky continued to emit its own brilliance, seemingly completing production work set in its programming.
It majestically hovered there, the anti-gravity engine force field below spreading a dim blue light, the Like a Mountain-like city body covered in seamless Spirit Gold armor plates, carrying a mechanical coldness and precision.
Yet the top of the dark golden central tower continuously flashing, seemed to carry a hint of logic, but also emitting an alive, intelligent kind of feeling.
Compared to a year ago, the scale of this Floating City had greatly increased by several times.
Originally with a diameter of about 500 meters, at this moment it had expanded to over a kilometer, and the city body not only had the bare land waiting for construction, but already had many buildings like laboratories and training rooms built upon it.
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