With a single thought, his consciousness sank into his body, contacting that long-silent mark which represented the inheritance of the "Divine Craft Maze Palace."
The next instant, his figure rippled like water and silently vanished from the Quiet Room.
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The scene before his eyes shifted, and Gu Sheng now found himself within a strange space.
This was not a resplendent golden hall, but more like an incomparably vast ancient workshop, filled with all kinds of intricate mechanisms, turning gears, and crisscrossing energy conduits.
The air was thick with the scent of machine oil, metal, and some peculiar energy. Embedded in the surrounding walls were countless crystal screens flickering with lights of various colors, on which flowed complex and unfathomable data and runes.
This was the internal space of the Divine Craft Maze Palace—the Holy Land of the ancient Divine Craft Path's inheritance.
Just as Gu Sheng appeared, a slightly excited yet reverent voice sounded from ahead.
