Xuan made his way through the grand halls of the Space Emperor Palace and arrived at the Main Hall. The room was vast, with tall pillars and intricate designs carved into the walls. In the center of the hall stood a magnificent throne, a symbol of his past life's authority and power.
He walked up to the throne, feeling a wave of nostalgia and energy surrounding it. This was not just any throne; it was special, connected to him in a unique way. Taking a deep breath, Xuan sat down, feeling the weight of the throne's energy settle around him.
Xuan thought to himself:"This throne… it holds part of my essence"
Xuan extended his hand, summoning a small droplet of blood essence to his fingertip.
This drop held a part of his energy, a link to his core strength and identity. Slowly, he let the drop fall onto the throne, watching as it absorbed into the surface.
Immediately, a bright light began to pulse from the throne, growing in intensity. The light filled the hall, illuminating every corner with a powerful glow. Xuan shielded his eyes briefly before lowering his hand, looking on with anticipation.
Xuan said:"It's working… the throne is responding."
As the light from the throne continued to shine, Xuan noticed a shape forming beside him.
Slowly, an altar appeared, emerging from the light. The altar was made of stone, with ancient markings carved along its surface, radiating an aura of mystery and power.
On top of the altar rested an object that caught Xuan's attention—a mask. His heart quickened as he recognized it, realizing that this was one of his most precious treasures from his past life.
Xuan: "The mask… it's still here."
The mask was simple yet elegant, with intricate designs along its edges. More importantly, it held incredible power. This mask could hide his presence, concealing his aura and cultivation level completely. With it, he could slip into the shadows undetected, even by the most powerful enemies, without needing to use his space laws.
Xuan reached out, lifting the mask from the altar and holding it carefully in his hands.
He could feel its energy flowing through him, almost as if it recognized him as its rightful owner. The mask's surface was cool to the touch, and he could sense its unique ability to merge with his aura.
Xuan murmuring to himself said: "With this, I can truly remain hidden. No one will be able to detect me, not even the strongest cultivators in this world "
He remembered how valuable this mask had been in his past life. It had saved him in countless situations, allowing him to disappear without a trace. The mask concealed everything about him, making it impossible for enemies to sense his location or strength.
Xuan decided to test the mask's abilities, placing it gently over his face. Immediately, he felt a shift in his presence; it was as if he no longer existed within the hall. He glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror, and to his satisfaction, his figure seemed to blur and fade, blending with the surroundings.
Xuan smiling said:"Perfect. With this mask, I'm untouchable in the shadows."
He removed the mask, feeling the energy settle around him again. Knowing he had this powerful treasure at his disposal filled him with confidence. In the dangerous world of cultivation, where enemies could appear at any moment, the mask was a priceless tool.
Sitting back on the throne, Xuan looked at the mask, feeling a deep sense of gratitude.
Many treasures in the Space Emperor Palace held power, but few were as valuable as this mask. It offered him a layer of protection beyond simple strength; it gave him control over his own visibility and existence.
Xuan said:
"I'll keep this mask close. With it, I can move freely, observe, and act without revealing my identity."
His mind raced with the possibilities. The mask would allow him to travel, to gather information, hide from enemies "