Global Freeze: I built a doomsday safe house

"My understanding of power is still far from complete..."

Zhang Yi murmured.

Ling looked at Zhang Yi and asked, "Do you still think your superpowers are very profound?"

Zhang Yi didn't rush to refute.

He lowered his head and wrote the character "门" (door) on the moss with his fingertip, and then wrote the character "心" (heart) next to it.

The door, in his view, is a dimensional gate of absolute defense.

The heart represents the source of strength, which is also a person's "thoughts".

"My spatial abilities completely failed when I encountered Bai Longzi."

"In the duel with King Arthur, he used the conch shell horn, which prevented me from traversing space smoothly."

"In the past, I never understood the principle behind my abilities and thought that their abilities were only a minority and did not need to be taken too seriously."

"But now it seems that the advanced civilizations have thoroughly researched all superpowers."

"Am I still in a primitive state? I'm complacent because I learned how to make fire by rubbing sticks together, but other people have already invented the flamethrower."

He looked up, his attitude now incredibly serious.

"I still haven't figured out the true meaning of my own power. So, is that why I'm still so easily restrained?"

Ling looked at the words he wrote and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"All power ultimately returns to the etheric will."

She spoke slowly, "Your door, the knife in your hand, the dark currents you stirred up in the Netherworld—they are all just appearances."

She stared at Zhang Yi and said, word by word, "In the end, whether it's your myriad phenomena or the dimensional gate, it has never truly changed since you were born with this ability."

"How can there be qualitative change if we cannot get rid of the form? One door becomes three thousand doors, which is just a matter of quantity."

Zhang Yi placed her hands on her knees and gradually slowed her breathing.

Ling's words were like a wake-up call for him!

He admitted that Ling was right. In the past, he was ignorant and could only figure out how to improve the strength of his superpower.

Since his past opponents were not strong, he only needed to make a slight improvement to gain a significant lead over others.

It wasn't until he encountered a truly powerful and advanced civilization that he discovered the gap between them.

"So what I need is to transform the 'doors'. This is far more effective than simply stacking them up."

Zhang Yi seemed to have realized something. "But what should I do?"

He stared at Ling: "Ling, can you give me some guidance?"

Ling shook her head helplessly.

“I can help you with other things. But I really can’t help you with this.”

She is now just an empty shell, not Ling's true self.

As for superpowers, specifically the power of ether, she is utterly powerless.

That kind of thing is difficult to describe in words; it must be enhanced through one's own perception of the etheric world.

Zhang Yi suddenly realized: "I understand what you mean!"

"I need to go to the Sea of ​​Aether!"

He stood up, looked in the direction of the artificial sun, and suddenly smiled. "I'll rest here for a while. I need to go into seclusion and try to break through my abilities."

"As for how long it will take, it is not clear yet."

He felt that this was a crucial turning point in his abilities!

If successful, he will resolve a major hidden flaw in himself and from now on, he will be free from others restricting his abilities by limiting his space.

So he made up his mind that he had to overcome the challenge of the Armed Battle Maidens on his own!

Fatty Xu exclaimed "Hey!" and was about to crack a joke when Li Yangyang gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Let him go."

Li Yangyang lowered her eyelashes and said gently, "Every time the boss does this, he undergoes a transformation."

Fatty Xu scratched his head, then said honestly, "Boss, we're waiting for you to come back! Leave the things outside to us."

Freeman said, "Don't worry, these guys generally won't attack anyone first. And this area is usually deathly quiet, no one will come to bother you."

Zhang Yi gave Freeman a deep look and said speechlessly, "After I get back, you'd better provide me with more information. Otherwise, you've been here for over twenty years, have you only known how to play music all day?"

Freeman looked a little embarrassed: "Um... um..."

Zhang Yi glanced around. Luckily, there were no Black people in their team, otherwise Freeman would have easily gotten beaten up.

Zhang Yi found an open area, and then—he took out the Skysea Fortress.

I'm on Mars, but I've still managed to get back home. It's pretty cool to have my home with me wherever I go.

At the very least, it should be an environment you are familiar with.

He has a recreation room, which is over 100 square meters in size. It doesn't need to be too big; a little crampedness actually creates a warm and cozy feeling.

A thick, soft carpet was spread on the floor. He removed his heavy armor, leaving him in only a black, close-fitting combat suit, and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

Then, leaning against the big bed, he slowly sat down.

Calm your mind, quiet your breath, and concentrate your spirit.

The myriad phenomena of the universe slowly closed in, like the hinges of a giant door closing one by one, shutting out the noise of the world layer by layer.

"If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky falls. One remains calm amidst all changes, and one's spirit is serene and tranquil."

Zhang Yi continued to silently recite Wang Shouren's "The Philosophy of Mind" in his mind, trying to forget himself and enter a meditative state.

His consciousness slowly sank downwards, first into his own shadow, and then into the ancient and tranquil ocean beneath it.

The ocean beneath the shadows is pure white and flawless; the crests of the waves are thoughts, and the troughs are also thoughts.

He saw countless white orbs of light floating in dense clusters.

Like the vast universe.

This was the prototype of the universe. Just as humans cannot imagine things they have never seen, the Creator created the universe in the shape of the etheric sea.

Here, however, each star is a spirit, a person's longing.

The etheric ocean spread out around him, like a wordless book written with his heartbeats.

The original texts of all the powers can be read here.

Gravity is a silent, long sentence; electricity is a sharp, short sentence; space is a proverb that is repeatedly folded; and time replaces all punctuation marks with breath.

But everything is merely a transformation of thought through mental power.

Zhang Yi was also a spirit, much stronger than before, wandering in the Milky Way while silently reciting the name "Ling".

We are all one; if he misses someone, the other person will definitely feel it.

Ling's true form did not manifest; her voice emanated from the surrounding tides, as if the sea itself were speaking.

“Zhang Yi, you’re here again. You shouldn’t keep coming here. The longer you stay here, the more likely you are to lose yourself.”

Indeed, the ocean of ether is so warm!

Here there is no illness or hunger, no heat or cold, only inner peace.

It's as if you've returned to the state of being a fetus, enveloped in the mother's warm amniotic fluid.