Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Once, this was the most sacred, most glorious, and liveliest place in the entire world.

Conversations with scholars, no commoners in sight.

Countless powerful cultivators bowed under the Divine Throne of the God of Space, offering their devotion and fervor.

Yet now, everything is gone.

All that remains is the empty hall and those cold statues.

During the once-flourishing mythical era, each statue represented an extremely powerful follower of the God of Space, a dazzling cultivator who captured the attention of countless Immortal Gods.

Today, their statues still stand here.

The ones who once sang in drunkenness and fought on the battlefield have long disappeared without a trace.

The towering war swords still shimmer with golden light, trying to convey the glorious victories of their owner to each visitor.

These were the trophies of the strongest in the Immortal God Challenge, proof of this world’s martial pinnacle.

But now, besides being buried deep under the sea with this once-glorious Divine Hall, they prove nothing.

Des passed through the meticulously clean main hall to reach the largest side hall.

Here ancient mechanical relics from the Mythical Era are placed.

To this day, they remain imposing, as if immortal.

Des looked towards the half-collapsed outer wall of the Divine Hall, towards the dome forcefully supported by the array to keep the seawater out, her eyes unexpectedly welled with tears.

Here... was not like this before.

This was once one of the core side halls of the entire Divine Hall, personally named Logistics by the God of Space.

Compared to the pompous names given by other Immortal Gods to their side halls, Logistics seemed so unassuming.

When the Twilight of the Gods arrived and the God of Space disappeared, the originally splendid Logistics gradually became what it is now.

It wasn’t because the former followers of the God of Space didn’t care.

On the contrary, shortly after the God of Space disappeared, it still maintained the prosperity of the mythical era.

Precious elixirs and potions seemed endless, valuable magical treasures piled into boxes in the military equipment storehouse, and the mined spirit stones and spiritual jade were almost heaped into little hills.

Under the leadership of Daisi·Space-Time Storm back then, everything was orderly, showing a thriving scene.

They did everything they could, trying their best to make everything perfect.

Just like when the God of Space was ”in seclusion.”

But this time, after the God of Space disappeared in Transformation Dao, they never appeared again.

Even during the Beast Tide Day that had lasted for a hundred thousand years, the God of Space did not show up.

The core of the Divine Hall in the center continued its silence, one divine art defense after another was breached.

Array Masters scratched their heads anxiously, even risking obliteration to approach the dim core of the Divine Hall, but there was no method to activate it.

Not to mention repairing the powerful divine array that only the God of Space could arrange, to protect the Divine Hall’s safety.

Without the God of Space to preside over coordination, all defenses seemed so weak.

Devout followers fell in battle, the glorious Divine Hall crumbled.

By the time the beast tide retreated for some unknown reason, much of the former Divine Hall of Space had turned to ruins.

The condition of the buildings closest to the main hall was not optimistic either, barely holding without collapse.

The surviving followers tried their utmost to rebuild the Divine Hall, restoring it to its original appearance.

But when they truly started the work, they found it was simply impossible.

No matter how refined they made the bricks, how precisely they cut the stones without the slightest error, they could not repair this Divine Hall to its mythical era state.

It was like an elderly person with one foot in the grave, stubbornly refusing all changes, declining the followers’ repairs.

Merely living out its remaining life in its twilight, gradually moving towards the tomb.

After the beast tide ended without divine help, some followers of the God of Space survived, but only just survived.

By the time the massive, heavy alchemy furnace could no longer produce any elixirs, when the miniature mountain-like spirit veins could no longer produce spirit stones and spiritual jade, that’s when the nightmare truly began.

The followers tried every possible way, yet the machines that used to be obedient as dogs under the God of Space refused to start.

They held the highest-level auxiliary power of this world, owning the highest-level production machinery of this world, yet couldn’t even produce a single vial of the lowest-quality healing potion.

They attempted to make their own alchemy furnace, using the same herbs for alchemy.

But despite using the exact same techniques and alchemy furnace design, they produced only a lump of gray-black residue.

They tried to pry open the miniature mountain, to extract the spiritual jade and spirit stones.

The God of Space once said at least ten top-grade spiritual veins were sealed inside.

But even when they exhausted all powerful magical treasures in the arsenal, they couldn’t leave even the slightest mark on it.