It is a huge building with more than fifty floors, stretching across almost the entire street.
The structure itself was massive, not just in height but in width as well, as if it had been designed to contain every kind of service a cultivator or explorer might need. From the outside alone, Ren could already tell that this place was far more than just a guild office.
It was a complete system.
The building was tall, sleek, and solid, with an imposing yet practical design. It did not try to look extravagant like some noble estate or commercial tower, but there was still something about it that naturally drew attention. It looked like the kind of place built to last through both time and chaos.
At the front of the building was the guild emblem.
It looked like a compass, a galaxy, and a multi-colored shimmering portal layered together into one symbol. Just looking at it gave people the sense of direction, exploration, distance, and danger all at once.
Ren paid the fare, stepped out of the hover taxi, and stood there for a moment, looking up at the building in silence.
Even though he had already seen it from the air during the ride, standing in front of it made the scale feel far more real.
People moved in and out of the entrance constantly.
Some looked like young cultivators not much older than him, their expressions carrying a mix of excitement and caution. Others were veterans. They carried visible weapons, travel bags, old scars, and a certain tired alertness that was hard to miss. Some walked with relaxed expressions, but Ren could tell that even their relaxed movements held the kind of awareness ordinary people did not have.
A few people wore uniforms or insignias that clearly marked them as belonging to teams, businesses, or some affiliated branch. Others wore plain clothing, blending in so naturally that they somehow stood out even more.
Ren quietly observed them for a while.
His main purpose today was simple.
He was here to scout the guild and rent a training room.
That was all.
At least for now.
He was not planning to register today.
The reason was straightforward.
During registration, he would need to submit personal information, cultivation information, and basic identity details. That, in itself, was not a problem. The real issue was that if he registered now, it would reveal that he had completed the Seed Stage in less than ten days.
And according to everything he had found online, in this plane, even the most monstrous geniuses needed a minimum of ten days to complete the Seed Stage.
It was almost treated like a natural limitation.
A rule.
Not a written law, but a commonly recognized boundary that no one seemed able to break.
But there was a difference between being talented and being a rule-breaker.
Ren had no intention of attracting that kind of attention this early.
If people learned he had completed it in less than ten days, too many questions would follow.
And right now, he did not have the strength to deal with those questions.
So instead of registering immediately, he planned to wait two more days.
That way, even if his progress was still extraordinary, it would not look outright impossible.
Shocking, yes.
But not unbelievable.
That was much safer.
After settling his thoughts, Ren began walking toward the entrance.
For now, today was only about getting familiar with the place and renting a room to practice.
He took one last look at the people moving around him, then continued toward the entrance.
The closer he got, the more details he noticed.
The material of the building was smooth and metallic in some places, but reinforced with dark stone-like sections in others. It looked advanced, but not fragile.
Near the entrance, there were several floating displays showing notices and guild information:
Beginner Registration
Training Room Availability
Material Buyback Rates
Restricted Secret Realm
WarningsCurrent Internal Missions
Public Guild Services
Medical Bay
The doors opened automatically as Ren approached.
The moment he stepped inside, a wave of cool air met him.
The inside was even larger than he had expected.
The entrance hall was enormous.
The ceiling was several stories high, with suspended light panels and moving holographic projections giving the whole place a futuristic feel without making it look too flashy. The floor was polished and spotless, reflecting the movement of people and light above.
In the center were multiple counters divided into sections.
To the left, there were desks clearly meant for inquiries and general services.
To the right were what looked like material assessment and purchasing counters.
Further ahead were larger areas where people waited, sat, or discussed things in low voices.
Above everything, floating displays rotated through announcements and notices.
There were maps of known Secret Realms.
Emergency warnings.
Lists of newly opened training grounds.
Guild policy updates.
A board showing temporary restrictions on certain realm entries.
And one large display listing room rental prices and availability by floor and category.
Ren slowed his pace slightly, taking it all in.
This place was busy, but not chaotic.
Workers behind the counters handled requests quickly.
Cultivators came and went without making unnecessary noise.
Even with so many people inside, there was a sense of order.
That alone told Ren how powerful the guild really was.
Any place dealing with large numbers of armed cultivators, volatile materials, and realm access needed strict systems, or else it would collapse into chaos within a week.
As Ren continued forward, he noticed something else.
The guild was clearly designed to serve many different levels of people.
Some counters had signs for beginner services.
Others had access restrictions.
There were elevators with floor limits depending on guild rank, membership, or authorization.
There were even side corridors guarded by quiet-looking staff members whose presence made it obvious they were not ordinary reception workers.
Ren kept his expression normal, but inwardly he was impressed.
This was not just a building where people signed papers and took missions.
It was more like a small city hidden inside one structure.
He stopped near one of the public information displays and looked over the layout.
The lower floors were open to the public and general guild traffic.
These included inquiry areas, temporary waiting halls, standard item purchase and sale sections, common training rooms, and public service counters.
The middle floors seemed to be reserved for guild members, internal administration, specialized training areas, and beginner mission operations.
The upper floors were more restricted.
Those likely included high-level services, elite rooms, internal archives, special material storage, realm coordination offices, and things the average visitor would never be allowed near.
Ren's eyes lingered for a moment on the listing for training facilities.
That was what he needed.
Fortunately, as the online information had said, training room rental could be done without formal registration, as long as the person had valid identity verification and could pay the fee.
That was perfect for him.
He still wanted to avoid giving the guild detailed cultivation information for now.
Not because he thought the guild itself would do something immediately, but because information was information.
Once it existed in a system, it could be seen, compared, requested, or circulated in ways he might not like.
Better to stay careful.
Ren continued walking deeper into the hall.
As he passed people, he quietly observed them.
A tall man with a scar running across one cheek was talking to a counter staff member while carrying a case that likely held either a weapon or materials.
A girl who looked only a few years older than Ren wore light armor and had a spear strapped across her back.
A group of three men in travel gear stood near a map display discussing something in serious tones. One of them kept tapping a highlighted region on the projected map.
An older woman, dressed very simply, carried no visible weapon at all—but the people around her gave her a little more space than usual.
Ren walked that away.
He kept walking until he reached a line in front of a Public Facilities Counter.
The sign above it listed services such as:
Temporary Practice Room Rental
Basic Public Consultation
Beginner Public Archive Access
Visitor Hall Reservations
Open Cultivation Space Booking
Good.
This was the right place.
There were only four people ahead of him, so Ren joined the line and waited.
While standing there, he continued to observe the surroundings.
Several screens behind the counter displayed available room types.
Some rooms were for simple skill practice.
Others were for weapon use.
Some offered impact-resistant walls.
A few rooms were marked as low-grade energy environments, likely allowing cultivators to practice under slightly better conditions than normal.
The prices varied heavily.
Ren quickly realized that serious training inside the guild was not cheap.
Still, the public basic rooms were within what he could currently afford, especially with the money his parents had transferred to him before entering the Secret Realm.
A few minutes later, it was his turn.
The person at the counter was a young woman in guild uniform. She looked professional, calm, and has a Polite smile of her face.
"Sir, How may I help you?" she asked.
Ren answered politely, "I want to rent a public training room."
She nodded and tapped something on the screen in front of her.
"Practice type?"
Ren had expected that question.
"For now, basic combat Technique."
The woman nodded again.
"Do you need a standard room or a low-grade reinforced room?"
Ren thought for a second.
He wasn't planning to do anything destructive yet. At his current level, a reinforced room would probably be unnecessary and just cost more.
"Standard room is fine."
She continued typing.
"How much time?"
Ren considered his schedule.
Today was mostly about scouting and getting used to the place, not overdoing it.
"Two days."
"Two full-day rentals, right?" she asked.
Ren nodded. "Yes."
She tapped the screen a few more times, then turned it slightly toward him.
"Public standard training room, two-day rental. Identity verification required. Room access valid from today until the same time two days later. Any damage beyond ordinary room tolerance will be charged separately. Food and drink can be order from inside. Medical response can be requested through the room terminal if necessary."
Ren read through the conditions and nodded.
"That's fine."
"Please pay using your Light Brain or ID card on the scanner."
Ren paid using his Light Brain and did as instructed.
A blue light swept across it.
The woman glanced at the screen and said, "Payment complete."
The woman nodded again and processed the payment quickly.
A few seconds later, a small card-like device slid out from the terminal beside her.
She picked it up and handed it to him.
"Room A-17. Public training section, lower hall east wing. This access card will remain active for the duration of your rental."
Ren took it.
"Thank you."
The woman gave a professional smile.
"If you need assistance finding the training section, there are public route guides near the side displays."
Ren nodded once and stepped away from the counter.
The card was smooth, dark gray, and carried a small glowing guild symbol on one corner. The moment he held it, a faint map prompt appeared on his Light Brain, likely synced to the room access record.
Convenient.
He looked at the route.
The training section was not too far from where he currently stood, but it was still deep enough into the guild that a first-time visitor could easily get lost without guidance.
Ren started walking in that direction.
As he moved through the hall, the atmosphere shifted little by little.
The main entrance area had felt public and open, like a crossroads where many kinds of people passed through.
But the deeper areas were quieter.
Less crowded.
He passed a long transparent wall behind which several small consultation booths were visible. Beyond that were two guarded side corridors, one marked for member access and the other for authorized logistics only.
Further on, the décor became simpler, more functional.
Less of a display space.
More of a working structure.
The signs overhead guided him toward the Public Training Section.
After another turn, Ren reached the east wing entrance.
A staff member stood near a gate-like checkpoint.
The man's uniform was different from the front hall staff—less customer-service looking and more like building control or security.
Ren approached and held up the access card.
The man scanned it with a handheld device, then stepped aside.
"Room B-17. Straight down, second left corridor."
Ren nodded. "Thanks."
He walked through the checkpoint.
The training section felt different immediately.
The noise from the main hall faded behind him.
Here, the corridors were wider, the walls thicker, and the lighting slightly dimmer but more focused. Numbered doors lined both sides, each marked with room codes and current status lights.
Some lights were green.
Some red.
Some showed reserved.
Ren glanced at one of the instruction boards while walking.
It listed basic rules:
No intentional damage to guild infrastructure
No illegal substances inside public training rooms
No bringing in unregistered external training constructs
Emergency medical support available at additional charge
That last part made Ren pause for half a second.
Soon he found the second left corridor.
A few steps later, he reached Room B-17.
The door was simple and solid, with a narrow display panel beside it.
He placed the access card against the reader.
A soft chime sounded.
The door unlocked.
Then he opened it and stepped inside.
The room was larger than he had expected.
Not too huge, but definitely not cramped.
It was a square space with padded but firm flooring, reinforced walls, ceiling lights set into protective fixtures, and a side control terminal built into the far wall. One corner held basic equipment storage—weighted rods, training dummies, floor markers, and several simple support tools.
Another wall displayed emergency instructions and temporary environment settings that, according to the terminal notice, were limited in public rooms.
No energy enhancement.
No gravity alteration.
No advanced simulation.
Just a solid, reliable place to train.
Honestly, that was enough for now.