Smiling Demon, or rather, Cheng Jiashu.
Just standing at the entrance of the light gateway, like an honored guest invited for a visit.
The familiar, flickering green light around him, resembling fireflies, was particularly striking in this pure darkness.
As he looked around, Cheng Jiashu's gaze revealed not only curiosity but also undisguised astonishment and admiration.
"Amazing," he sincerely marveled, taking a few steps forward casually.
His gaze swept from the mirror-like obsidian floor to the dome above, a cosmic void where stars were twinkling.
Finally, it fixed on the golden light sphere suspended in the center of the grand hall.
At the moment he saw the light sphere, Cheng Jiashu's smile slightly froze, and his steps halted.
He could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the sphere, a pure energy far beyond the ordinary rushed towards him.
It was certainly not a power that ordinary mutants could possess; it seemed more like... an embodiment of some kind of rule.
