Li Ming returned to his room and opened the box. On the purple velvet lay an exquisite ring, gleaming with a silvery metallic luster and studded with tiny sparkling gems, as dazzling as stars.
He casually picked it up—[Quantum Communication Ring—Special Type: embedded with a matrix constructed of multiple Quantum Resonance Gems.
Control Conditions: five million metal energy
Control Effect—Descent: can instantly cross infinite distances, with consciousness descending to the Iron Throne Hall.]
Quantum communication? Is this how the Pioneers communicate?
Li Ming pondered silently, fiddling with the ring in his hand.
This thing can be used without control, but after thinking for a while, he decided to control it.
The abilities of this thing aren’t complicated, but the craftsmanship is very high. He’s not sure if it has any other functions, like positioning.
Moreover, five million metal energy is nothing to him now.
He immediately controlled it and then activated the [Descent] ability.
In an instant, Li Ming felt a sense of disorientation. The walls crumbled and vanished into darkness as countless fragments.
The ceiling fell like shattered glass, various appliances twisted and deformed, as if crushed by an invisible giant hand.
Li Ming felt himself in an endless void, with strange currents flickering in the darkness, emitting a "zzzz" sound.
His heartbeat sounded particularly clear in this silence.
Somewhere, Blackbeard was rubbing the ring on his finger, which kept flashing. "A new member, huh..."
In the pitch-black hall, two rows of Iron Thrones began to glow, and ethereal figures emerged, mostly shrouded in thick black mist, their eyes fixed on a new seat in the front row.
Some were probing, some curious, some cold, and some indifferent.
"Guess what race this Divine Craftsman belongs to?" Suddenly, someone spoke.
"The interstellar data says he’s human."
Someone sneered, "Interstellar data also says he’s a B-level life form. The conventional lifespan of a human B-level life form, as I recall, shouldn’t exceed three hundred years. Without any mechanical modifications, even with gene tuning, it wouldn’t exceed five hundred."
"After mechanical modifications, the current highest record should be eight hundred years, and then the neural network in the brain would decay. How could such an age support him becoming a Divine Craftsman?"
"Blackbeard, you didn’t tell him the ring’s secret, did you?" Someone asked.
"Of course not." Blackbeard shook his head, feeling a bit uneasy.
Due to the traits of quantum communication, it replicates your entire features. The first time you connect, you basically appear as your true self.
After being permitted by the Iron Throne Hall, you could proceed with all sorts of disguises.
This is similar to an initiation ritual where new members must expose their identities in front of everyone to prevent future leaks.
When he joined, he was quite startled, and it later became a customary show for new members joining.
The earlier joined members just wanted to see the astonished, angry, yet restrained expressions on the faces of later joiners.
"Well, we’ll have to look forward to it, see if he’s one of the Empire folks." Someone said meaningfully, and the surrounding fell into silence.
On the Azure Dragon’s Iron Throne, strands of fluorescent light twinkled, finally filling the entire seat.
Suddenly, a swirling mass of black, smoke-like substance emerged.
The figures on the Iron Thrones held their breath, and a sense of bewilderment arose in their hearts.
Blackbeard looked stunned; how could this be possible!
Azure Dragon actually deceived quantum communication and arrived at the Iron Throne Hall in a blurred form?
The information state of quantum entanglement cannot be altered. Though it seems like they are hiding their identities now, it’s actually just the capability of the Iron Throne Hall.
Azure Dragon, making first contact with the Iron Throne, shouldn’t have such permissions.
Even if he was a Divine Craftsman, interfering with the quantum entanglement process and deceiving the Iron Throne from such a distance seemed too incredible, didn’t it?
For a moment, the entire Iron Throne Hall fell silent, everyone inwardly astonished.
"So this is the Iron Throne Hall?" Li Ming looked around, finding this perspective quite novel, with all forty-five seats fully occupied.
He secretly marveled; these people are probably at least at Blackbeard’s life form level, possibly even X-level life forms.
No, it’s definite that there are.
He pondered, generally speaking, the seating order can reveal a lot of information.
He turned his head forward and was immediately taken aback, finding himself in the first row.
The guys behind the scenes are smart. Why not make me the leader, Li Ming muttered to himself.
"Is Old Black here?" He suddenly shouted.
"I’m here." Blackbeard replied cautiously, and Li Ming looked toward the sound, finding that his seat was positioned midway to the rear.
However, after being placed first, he was also secretly suspicious if the seating order was strength-based.
"Why don’t you introduce everyone in the Iron Throne Hall?" He declared loudly, showing no signs of fear.
Blackbeard’s heart trembled once more, as he had never mentioned this name to Azure Dragon. How did this guy know?
Blackbeard felt bitter inside, vaguely feeling the questioning gazes from his colleagues.
"We... don’t actually know each other’s identities." He said with a stiff tone, unsure if Azure Dragon had seen through their antics.
"Is that so." Li Ming nodded, confidently saying: "In that case, what plans does everyone have for the Empire next? Could you share a bit? I need to prepare to avoid a repeat of last time."