My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

The subspace where the little black figure resides is also a space emanating ominous black aura. It seems to be a place completely polluted by the Void. It looks like a subspace of Hassan’s own.

However, he began to attempt to penetrate this layer of subspace and delve further into exploration.

The subspace barriers are slowly eroded and disintegrated by him. Under the power of the Void, even subspace is as fragile as an eggshell.

Soon, a fissure big enough to pass through is eroded out.

Immediately, Hassan arrives in a bizarre and fantastical space. Originally, there was no light here, but they are observing from the perspective brought back by the Mimic Venerable King Evil Eye. Here, there is no up, down, left, or right, and no physical matter.

Everything seems to consist of countless colors, which are not forbidden dyes but more like a heap of colors thrown into a whirlpool of surging undercurrents, here smash, mix, and twist...

And Hassan and the Mimic Venerable King are like a lone boat drifting on this twisted ocean.

"Say something, Hassan." The voice from the Evil Eye is heard by those beyond the lens.

Hassan remains silent, not speaking, instead finding the direction and lightly stepping on a piece of broken ground, proceeding deeper.

"Alright, let me explain." The Mimic Venerable King explains to everyone before the lens while controlling the Evil Eye.

"This is the surface layer of subspace. All subspace technologies we use now originate from here; it can be seen as a standalone anchor point. For example, signals sent from the M87 Galaxy take millions of years to reach L77. However, if the M87 Galaxy sends signals into subspace, with a receiver in L77 set to accept particular subspace signals, this information can be instantaneously read from subspace."

"Thus, for the Cosmos, anywhere can enter this subspace. Its anchor point is fixed. Through this shallow layer of subspace, universal signal transmission is achievable."

"So, Your Majesty, is the principle of Teleportation Technique similar?" someone asks.

"The principle is the same, but the difference is actually quite significant. Signal transmission can use subspace as an anchor point, but teleporting physical matter usually requires a specific physical subspace as an anchor, like the Interstellar Corps uses my Pure Land as an anchor. But essentially, the principle is similar."

The Mimic Venerable King even finds time to carry out such educational instruction on these principles.

Xue Dili looks at the chaotic scene. The shallow layer of subspace seems to be composed of countless flickering micro lights and twisted concepts, very abstract, but he can also spot it.

There exists abundant physical matter inside subspace, and even many physical regions are protected by barriers, like leaves or marine debris floating on the ocean, drifting here.

Is his Consciousness Space also just a small dot drifting in this subspace?

And the Earth Consciousness casually fishes up peculiar things here, why can other planetary consciousnesses not do it, while mom can act as a corpse collector here?

Even Earth’s Parallel World is in this subspace.

"This truly seems like a broken Cosmos." Beside him, the only acquaintance, the Nun, lights a cigarette, even handing one to Xue Dili, saying, "Want one?"

"No, no..." Xue Dili quickly declines, not knowing why the Nun is so emotional.

At the same time, what she said makes sense. This shallow subspace looks very much like a shattered Cosmos, fragments everywhere causing immense chaos, disorder, and various bizarre spaces and barriers splitting it into pieces, making it more broken.

No wonder, even the Interstellar Corps has only utilized the power of the shallow subspace so far. Coming here is like transcending dimensions, where there is basically no reference; anyone here loses their sense of direction instantly.

And here, even watching through a screen, is like swimming freely in a dimensional-transcending chaotic ocean.

"Keep advancing, my time is running out." Hassan continues speaking, potentially being one of the few who can still find direction and survive in such chaotic zones.

His words seem not to be transmitted through sound, but more like a special signal dialoguing with the Mimic Venerable King.

Then, they proceed deeper into subspace; the deeper they go, the less colorful it becomes, indicating fewer material regions, and fewer footholds.

"From here is the boundary between shallow and deep subspace. In the shallow subspace, basic physical laws still exist. Although many areas are distorted, it still serves as operational space."

"Like many people’s spatial talents depend on linking to alternate spaces within certain shallow subspace; beyond here is a forbidden zone for all life. Here, no physical laws exist, only endless tides of Spiritual Energy. Even I cannot stay for long here."

The Mimic Venerable King’s timely explanation sounds.

Subsequently, Hassan fully transfers to the deep subspace, only the Evil Eye follows him.

From here, fragments of space and land are almost invisible, not even scattered stones floating around.

Here becomes a veritable deadland.

Everyone seems to hold their breath along.

And Hassan proceeds at a speed exceeding three dimensions inside, moving increasingly fluidly in a place without references.

"Further on, is territory I haven’t explored much. Influences here are enormous, every moment intense Spiritual Energy whirlpools arise, composed of pure Magic and Spiritual Energy; infinite dimensions. Beyond here, lies uncharted domains," the Mimic Venerable King’s voice echoes.

Even those watching footage sent back by the Evil Eye start holding their breath.

This is the true forbidden zone, a territory where none returned, yet it invokes more curiosity, and only someone like Hassan, with no intention of return, would explore here.

However, what follows leaves everyone speechless. Xue Dili glances at his phone; a day has passed, relying on Hassan and the Mimic Venerable King’s power they’ve spent over an Earth day here.

Nothing, only sparse fragments and space hint that subspace here still holds traces of matter.

Many long began idling about; the initial splendid subspace perhaps was abnormal, now it represents the norm.

Time drifts smoothly; just as Xue Dili loses patience browsing online, abruptly an elbow hits his kidney hard, announcing: "There’s change."

The Nun seems unsure how many cigarettes she’s smoked, but now, she looks towards this very seriously.

Because Hassan encounters monsters!

Yes, here in the purely Spiritual Energy and irregular energy zone, they encounter monsters!

It’s a pure energy creature, apparently devoid of reason, sensation, emotion, discovering better energy sources here by instinct, then coming over.

Evidently, as soon as it arrives, Hassan fully devours it.

Subsequently, not only this energy creature, in the deepest untouched regions of subspace, living are a group of unique energy creatures none dares believe.

Born from subspace tides, resembling subspace’s own energy and information.

Why does such a thing exist here?

Even the Mimic Venerable King couldn’t fathom how life forms, even mere energy creatures, could be born in this environment; they certainly possess hunger and the real biological concept of devouring.

"Continue onward," Hassan speaks.

Their target isn’t just here but the end of subspace.

Soon, Xue Dili’s pupils shrink.

Because even through the Mimic Venerable King’s vision, he senses feedback from his own eternal authority.

You have gazed directly at the immortal...

A shadow twisted and merged by infinite subspace energies, entrenched in subspace’s depths, existing eternally...

Subspace Evil God!