Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao recounted his conversation with Long to everyone present in detail, without holding anything back.

Those mocking and cruel words reignited the atmosphere of despair, and several team members even showed signs of collapse.

Is the Heng family now in dire straits, or will they remain slaves for generations to come?

Find your own way back?

Hey!

In this eerie space where even direction is indistinguishable, it's like searching for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that unknown dangers may be lurking in the shadows.

"Then what do we do..." a team member asked, trembling.

"Find it!" Xu Hao interrupted him decisively.

Even if it's a cat playing with a mouse, even if it wants to see us despair, we can't sit idly by and wait to die! As long as there's even the slightest possibility, we must seize it!

His harsh tone forcefully suppressed the fear that was growing within the group.

The more desperate the situation, the less you should panic!

He knew that Oboro's goal was to destroy their will and make them completely submit.

But he refused!

He steadied himself by holding onto the wall. "Everyone, cheer up, check your equipment, help each other, and let's move forward."

Xu Hao said in a deep voice,

Watch your step and be aware of anything unusual around you.

Xu Hao's long-established prestige played a significant role, and the team regrouped. Although everyone was unsteady on their feet and listless, they managed to maintain their formation under Xu Hao's firm stance and began exploring this unknown "Dark Palace."

They moved forward cautiously, each step landing on what seemed like an insubstantial ground, in dim, unclear light.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours; time lost its meaning here.

Just as they were about to be swallowed up by the endless oppression and despair, the dark space in front of them suddenly opened up. They seemed to have entered an unimaginably huge circular hall.

What made everyone hold their breath instantly was that the four walls of this hall, and even the "ground" that might exist above and below, were covered with countless "holes" that shimmered with various colors of light.

These openings vary in size and shape; some resemble calm, shimmering water; others look like swirling nebulae, their interiors filled with bizarre and wondrous sights; still others are pitch black, as if leading to an endless abyss.

They are not physical entities, but rather like cracks in space that have been forcibly torn open, emanating unsettling energy fluctuations and an incomprehensible sense of spatial distortion.

"What...what is this..." Lin Ya murmured, her eyes filled with shock and a hint of fear.

“The door…” Xu Hao murmured, staring at the thousands upon thousands of cracks that resembled a honeycomb, his heart pounding wildly.

"No, it's a wormhole... a wormhole leading to... other worlds!" The "results demonstration" that Oboro had mentioned was presented to them in such a direct and despairing way.

Xu Hao's gaze swept over the cracks in space, which were like stars embedded in the sky. His brain worked at lightning speed, connecting Long's cold words with the shocking scene before him.

“‘Results’…it refers to ‘results presentation’…”

He muttered to himself, each word carrying a heavy chill.

"Behind each of these doors... there is probably a world that has been invaded by the Fama intelligence, or even completely fallen!"

This conjecture was like a cold boulder thrown into the lake of everyone's hearts, stirring up ripples of despair. Lin Ya's face instantly turned even paler, and she instinctively gripped Xu Hao's arm tightly, her fingertips icy cold.

"Then...then wouldn't we be..."

"It wants us to see." Xu Hao's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a chilling undertone that seemed to know the other party's malice.

"Let us see for ourselves the fate of other civilizations, and see just how immense and irresistible the power of the Fama civilization truly is. It wants to use this method to completely crush our hopes and will to resist."

Shi Shaowei leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot. He stared at the countless shimmering, differently shaped "doors," his voice hoarse:

"The way back...it said it's in here too...how the hell are we supposed to find it? Cheng Bai stepped forward...no, there might be more! What's the difference between this and looking for a needle in a haystack?"

Yes, how do we find it?

These spatial rifts emanated different energy fluctuations: some were a deep, serene blue, like a tranquil deep sea; some were a raging, crimson red, as if flames were burning within; some were pitch black, exuding a chilling sense of emptiness; and others flickered with light and shadow, revealing vague, distorted, and grotesque fragments of scenery. There were no markers, no guidance.

Oboro's "game" rules are clear and cruel: I'll give you a slim hope—one of the doors leads to Earth.

But the opportunity to choose may only come once.

One wrong step could plunge you into an abyss far more terrifying than this, or lead you directly to a world that has been completely enslaved and transformed into a "spiritual power farm," where you might witness the future humanity may face.

This kind of psychological torment is far more insidious than direct physical destruction.

Xu Hao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that Oboro was like a superior observer, enjoying their panic and desperate struggle in the maze.

The more this is the case, the less likely it is to go as it wishes!

"Don't move." Xu Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

"Choosing any one of them is no different from committing suicide."

Since it has set up this scheme, perhaps... it will leave behind some subtle pattern, or rather, a flaw.

Even if it's just to showcase its 'intelligence' and 'control'.

Xu Hao could tell that, unlike Thursday, Long was a very proud and arrogant "person"!

This might be its only weakness!

He raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping across the dense array of light portals, trying to find a trace of something unusual in this dazzling spectacle.

"Everyone, spread out, stay alert, and carefully observe each door. Pay attention to their energy fluctuations, luster, shape, and even... the feeling they give off. Any anomaly could be a clue."

Remember, we only have one chance.

……

Meanwhile, dozens of nautical miles off the east coast of Miami, a massive steel behemoth lay silently on the slightly undulating, dark sea.

China's newest nuclear-powered aircraft carrier—the Henan!

The night was deep, but the aircraft carrier's flight deck was brightly lit, resembling a moving floating city.

The air was filled with the unique smell of aviation fuel and sea salt, mixed with an indescribable tension.

On the deck, ground crew members, dressed in colorful vests, worked methodically amidst the deafening noise. Their target was the several sleek, futuristic J-35S "Sea Eagle" stealth fighters parked near the takeoff positions.

Unlike other routine missions, these fighter jets are not carrying ordinary missiles at this moment. Several specially modified long-range missiles are fixed on the hardpoints under the fuselage and wings. The outer shells of these missiles have a matte silver-gray color, but at certain angles, the warheads seem to faintly emit an unusual, weak energy halo, somewhat similar to the luster emitted by the Enlightenment Stone itself.