"And the final domain?" he asked, excitement carefully contained beneath his tone.
The Guardian Spirit nodded solemnly.
"The most sacred part of this world… the Working Desk."
Her voice took on a weighty tone, and even the air around them seemed to still.
"The creator was not a warrior. Not truly. She was a seeker of truth. A researcher whose only ambition was to uncover the inner laws of the cosmos. The Desk is where she poured out her soul—her studies, theories, experiments… and failures. It holds her accumulated knowledge over millions of years."
Ricky gave a solemn nod. Though power tempted him, he was no fool. Knowledge could shape empires. And if this knowledge had come from a cultivator who touched the edge of the Seventh Stage—then even fragments of her understanding could elevate him far beyond his peers.
He turned toward the Guardian.
"Take me," he said. "Show me each of these places… one by one."
