Vast skies and white clouds, so immense that it was hard to imagine they were part of a bronze conference table shaped like a round table and the solemn yet imposing bronze chairs below. Subconsciously, he lifted his palm to take a look.
For a moment, Gu Ran was somewhat unable to react.
He had thought that this communication request would be at most like the mobile phones on Blue Star before the anomaly, allowing free communication, or possibly like the communication card in his collection, requiring typing for interactions.
He had never imagined that this so-called communication would actually involve projecting his consciousness here, akin to the metaverse concept suggested before the anomaly, gathering people from all corners of the world in a virtual space through thought-forms for a more convenient and direct exchange.
