Published: February 10, 2025
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"Explosions will occur on Friday and Saturday. Uh, Friday will be counted as a supplement, so it’s not really an explosion, especially since there have been a few days with less frequent updates this month. Just making up for that, to avoid people saying it's a trick. Saturday will be an explosion, but regardless, there will be more updates on those two days~~"
Ye Zhongming naturally knew that the West Asians had entered the Star Mother Disc; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take the Star Spirit with him.
However, why was the palace he encountered after entering already a place the West Asians had visited?
Should he continue searching for clues here? Or was this place not meant for him to come to at all?
And where exactly should he go?
Countless questions surged in Ye Zhongming's mind, making him somewhat anxious. He was acutely aware that if he couldn't think of an answer, he would be trapped here, unable to obtain the Star Spirit and completely exiled in this place.
So, what was the answer?
Ye Zhongming began to walk around the palace, leaving no corner unchecked, but found nothing.
He returned to the side of the corpses, imagining and simulating the battle at that time. But aside from confirming that this enormous corpse was incredibly strong, he still discovered nothing.
Wait!
Ye Zhongming’s eyes suddenly lit up. He began to search around, gathering the shattered body parts of the white jade monster and gradually piecing them together.
This was a task that required immense patience and took a lot of time, but Ye Zhongming was very serious about it.
After reassembling the monster, he sensed something in his heart.
This was a... bee? Or a large fly?
In short, it was a bee or fly that was almost identical in shape to the palace!
Just like the palace...
These few words were the key, Ye Zhongming felt.
He vaguely knew that he should grasp something, but couldn't think of what it was.
This feeling was not good.
With deep helplessness, Ye Zhongming left the palace.
Since he couldn't discover any issues, it was pointless to stay there. Ye Zhongming could only step out and continue walking in this seemingly endless space.
To avoid getting lost, he kept glancing back at the fly-like palace to ensure he hadn’t deviated from his path.
Getting lost usually isn’t seen as a serious issue, but in forests, deserts, or deep mountains, it often means death.
Ye Zhongming didn’t want to get lost in this space, so he was extremely cautious.
Fortunately, he soon discovered another palace.
This palace resembled... half a ship. There was no upper part of the ship, only the bottom.
Ye Zhongming scratched his head. Why were all these palaces so bizarre? The last one was a fly, and this one was even stranger, resembling half a ship.
Just like that previous palace that resembled a fly, this one was still vast and magnificent, entirely made of white jade, and stood solitary within the space.
This time, Ye Zhongming did not hesitate. He would rather encounter any danger than endure this torturous silence.
He entered the palace’s interior, which was quite similar to the previous one; there was even a corpse on the ground—oh no, it would be more appropriate to call it a wreck.
It was a ship-shaped wreck that seemed to be shrunk down by dozens of times, with fragments scattered everywhere, and nearby lay several corpses of West Asians.
This place had also been first claimed by the West Asians.
Ye Zhongming again meticulously checked every corner of the ship-shaped palace, and like the previous one, there were no findings.
Ye Zhongming was not one to give in easily, continuing along this path. Sure enough, not long after the ship-like palace vanished from his sight, he encountered a third palace, and this one was shaped like a fish with wings.
As for the shape, Ye Zhongming had lost the initial surprise. He walked straight to the door and then stopped.
The door of this palace was closed!
This rejection didn’t disappoint Ye Zhongming; instead, it thrilled him. Something had changed, which was better than having no change at all.