The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The seed with shimmering light hovered in front of Sean at this moment.

After Sean gave the "unfold" order, the seed suddenly lit up, illuminating the candle dimly, like a star bursting out in the night.

At the same time, there was a clear sound, like silverware colliding, like crystals colliding...

Ding!

When the crisp sound echoed in the ears, the light with seeds as the core rippled out wave after wave like a tide, forming a dynamic "ocean of light" in the room.

The "divine power" contained in the seed was released, found a foothold in the material world, and began to take root, form, and stabilize according to Sean Dickinson's will...

Waves of light spread outside the room, and Olivia, who was standing on the top floor, also had her red eyes brightened by the silver light—the light illuminated her curious face.

At this moment, Sean, who is standing at the core of spiritual diffusion, has a strange feeling - he can feel that his soul seems to be suddenly expanding, expanding territory in the material world, constantly stabilizing...

Until the last wave of light rippling out, the space occupied by the spirit room was completely stabilized, and its edges appeared regular and clear.

Olivia Wind Chime looked up, and she could see a border of faint light above her head.

If you look from the outside at this time, you will see a house wrapped in a "glass ball".

Soon, the edge of the glass ball was hidden, everything returned to darkness and silence, and no vision could be seen from the outside.

The only difference from before is that people have been unable to directly see the real scene in the spiritual realm, and replaced it with a three-story house that is always calm and depressed.

Sean's independent spiritual room has been completed, and the swirling mist outside the house is the boundary of the spiritual room.

Sean, who was standing on the second floor of the house, closed his eyes and felt the surroundings.

The initial spiritual room happened to include the three-story house on the farm. What made him feel amazing was that the almost spherical space outside was like a part of his soul at this moment...

The things in the spiritual world are not just subject to him, it should be said that these things are him.

Sean snapped his fingers knowingly, and in the blink of an eye, tables, cabinets, chairs, deer heads hanging on the wall... all the furniture in the room floated up.

First, he looked at the old, oily table hovering in front of him - God knows how long Mr. Dawson hasn't wiped this broken table.

Then, Sean snapped his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated table disappeared in the air, and was replaced by a luxurious table—a log carved with golden lacquer, four feet as stable as a bear’s feet, holding up a black background, floating like smoke. The tabletop is cut from the whole block of marble with white silk.

This table, which Sean had seen in Bill's mansion, was apparently not used by wealthy people like "Long Island Bill" - it was in his office, with delicate, every few The abundance of fresh fruit is replaced every day.

In Bill's mansion, this table is more like an ornament than a piece of furniture.

And the marble carved wooden table that replaced the old wooden table, after it settled down beside Sean, he casually let the "Lost Pottery Statue" fall on it.

Obviously, in his soul, Sean didn't intend to use it as a decoration.

The rest of the furniture is still hovering in the air "jitterily", waiting for the fate to be reformed.

But the owner of the spiritual room was obviously still dissatisfied with the table. Sean frowned and looked at the legs of the table with gold paint: "Bill's aesthetics are bad enough..."

As he said that, he wiped his hand lightly, and the stout wooden table legs were replaced with a duller "dark gold" color.

It is painted so finely that even the most skilled craftsmen cannot do it.

And this is just a matter of Sean's thoughts.

Looking at the dark golden table legs, Sean nodded with satisfaction: "This seems to be more in line with Mr. Shawshank Rogers' aesthetic."

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at everything around him...

Ragged, outdated, and even somewhat corrupt everything.

Sean closed his eyes.

After a thought, he opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him had completely changed:

The dilapidated wooden floors have been replaced with the finest cherry wood, and the deep red lacquer reflects the glow of the fire in the fireplace.

The wooden floor is covered with a carpet with intricate patterns, and the prototype of this carpet comes from the banquet hall of the "Golden Age" cruise ship - Sean once marveled at the pattern and texture of the carpet.

A matching set of ornate chairs is set around a dark-gold marble table, on which sits a delicate silver candlestick with six candles of the same length and wick...

Black velvet curtains, a temporarily hidden oil painting of Mr. Shawshank Rogers on the wall, and a two-tier chandelier made of real rough crystal...

Originally it could be called dilapidated, but now it is luxurious.

Sean sighed softly: he doesn't envy a luxurious life, but the Mr. Rogers he played has certain requirements for his own aesthetics.

Sean's purpose for setting up these decorations is also to be familiar with manipulating the spiritual world.

Olivia, who was originally on duty on the roof, walked in from the door and looked surprised at everything that had completely changed around her.

"Sean..." Just now, Olivia witnessed the entire dilapidated wooden house from the outside, turning into a dark mansion with double-opened iron gates, solemn and majestic under the night sky.

Even though she has an irreplaceable soul connection with the reader, she is still shocked by such a miracle.

Standing in the brand-new room, Sean turned his head with an understanding smile on his face: "Olivia, this will be our home from now on."

The Seiko girl walked hesitantly, watching everything around her that had completely changed.

Outside the window, three nighthawks were still chirping. Sean closed his eyes and gave instructions to the little soul who had strayed into the spiritual realm...

The little creature immediately restrained, no longer chirping, and instead began to quietly guard the surrounding for the Lord of the Spirits.

Sean turned and continued: "It's safer for us than anywhere in the world - it's hard to notice, so it's not being watched, it's not being perceived.

"Explorers of the same level cannot enter without my permission.

"It's a hidden world completely separate from the ordinary world."

"Our... home?" Olivia Wind Chime took back her gaze from looking around~www.readwn.com~ and stared at Sean's face.

The flames were burning quietly in the fireplace, and it was unusually quiet outside the window. You could feel the shadow of the entire spiritual world crouching in the grass at night, almost undetected by anyone.

"Is this the realm of the spirit?" For some reason, Bingzhuren felt reassured and satisfied that they had such a shelter for readers.

It's as if time has stopped here, as if the whole world is in a storm, and only this place has absolute safety and silence.

She is enjoying the moment.

However, Sean didn't seem to plan to stop here: "Olivia, building the world with imagination is just the skin of the spiritual function."

His eyes glittered with hope and expectation: "The next thing I want to try is the real power of the independent spirit..."

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