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Yu Duchen's power is insufficient.
For thousands of years, the Memory Masters have been kept outside. Jingwei's strength is almost equal to that of the powerful elite Memory Masters, let alone bringing him in with her.
The same applies to bells.
"Onpharos, what kind of world is it?"
Before the gate of light, Qiong stared at his outstretched palm.
He could vaguely sense that he was on the verge of being able to transform into Jerry normally.
This means that the interior of Onpharos is not a world in the real dimension.
"Want to give it a try?"
Forced into the gap, I transformed into Jerry and immediately switched to automatic combat.
"Command?"
[I don't really mind doing this... but forcibly using dimensional-breaking power near a spacetime node might trigger unknown chain reactions.]
The system's silly voice rang out.
To avoid the bug from recurring, it's best not to use transformation cards in the real world.
"Okay, okay~"
Qiong shrugged, abandoning the idea of taking the risk.
If he accidentally opens the door and helps Yi Ting's radical faction achieve their goal, wouldn't he become a great philanthropist?
Since we can't use Jerry, what about Grey Wolf?
This space is not the real world. Qiong is currently only in spiritual form and cannot take out the Grey Wolf brand inventions stored in her physical space ring.
but……
Qiong quickly recalled the list of inventions left by Grey Wolf in her mind.
"Ah! I've got it!"
A sudden inspiration struck Qiong, who looked up abruptly and snapped his fingers.
Uncle Grey left behind not only inventions, but also something else.
"If it's just a spiritual entity, it should be possible to do that."
Qiong lowered her head, her gaze sweeping over her hands, and made a comical gesture.
He had his left hand behind his back, and his right index and middle fingers raised and placed in front of his chest.
He tapped his right foot twice and jumped to the left.
"Misi, Misi, slippery."
Muttering incantations that were neither clear nor magical, Qiong began to dart left and right.
“If you don’t pull, I can’t eat.”
bang~
Sound effects similar to a transformation spell.
In the next instant, Qiong's originally solid spiritual body was transformed into a rectangular paper figure as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it had been run over by a road roller.
From episode 61 of "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", titled "The Art of Sewing".
These are some of the few skills that Grey Wolf left behind that can be learned.
Xing and Qiong studied diligently for a long time.
Well, the real motivation for studying hard is to use it in bed and explore the boundaries of play.
But tell me, isn't this pioneering?
And now, isn't this coming in handy?
In reality, neither of them was able to fully master this unique skill.
However, in a non-perfect reality dimension, the difficulty drops drastically.
It was a success on the first try.
"Oh, that's interesting."
Dome, transformed into a two-dimensional paper dome, rotates 360 degrees in the void like a windmill, with its head as the axis, experiencing this wondrous state in a novel way.
"Having completely lost its thickness, am I now considered a two-dimensional being?"
He completely transformed into a two-dimensional planar diagram.
After spinning around a few times, Qiong stopped; now was not the time to play.
"It can maintain a flat state for about ten seconds."
Qiong estimated.
The duration is clearly linked to his skill proficiency.
Qiong immediately turned sideways and easily slid into the tiny crevice that the Rememberers had spent thousands of years carving out.
It has no thickness, allowing you to pass through doors freely.
A blinding, pure white light filled the sky's field of vision.
When the light faded, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.
Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye, and Qiong returned to normal.
He first assessed whether he could continuously use the seam-piercing technique.
Bad news, no.
Good news: if you have enough energy, you can use it again after just a few minutes.
After estimating the approximate cooldown time, Qiong looked up and surveyed her surroundings.
"Oh~ this is the interior of Onpharos?"
The scene before her eyes surprised Qiong.
This is an extremely large, empty space.
The building is primarily constructed of dark blue stone, with straight, towering lines in the walls and columns, resembling a giant mausoleum.
The walls were covered with vines, the ground was cracked and overgrown with weeds, and the dome at the top was damaged.
A few faint rays of light, seemingly from nowhere, slanted in, forming clear beams of light in the dust-filled air.
It was easy to tell that the palace was abandoned.
"These geometric spiral and diamond patterns are somewhat similar to medieval decorative styles?"
"Is Onphalus a medieval civilization?"
"No ordinary medieval civilization could build such a magnificent structure. Is it a civilization with a unique technology tree?"
We can play around and have fun as we please.
When it comes to March 7th, Sora will slightly switch to serious mode.
Just by looking at the architectural style, one can glean a great deal of information.
The footsteps were exceptionally clear in the empty tomb, and Qiong moved quickly along the road in front of him.
Looking left and right, I surveyed that vibrant pink.
"Ah Qi!"
"Ah Qi, are you there?"
Despite the danger of shouting in the face of complete uncertainty, Qiong didn't care.
The emptiness and solitude amplified the echoes of the sounds, and the shouts reverberated endlessly in the vast, labyrinthine space.
Thanks to the echo, after Qiong quickly traversed three large spaces, she heard a surprised response.
"A-Qiong—!"
"A-Qiong, is that you?"
Why are you here?
"are u there?"
Without a doubt, it was the sound of March 7th.
Qiong followed the echo to determine the direction and ran wildly, turning around a rocky corner covered with vines.
On March 7th, she stood before a giant blue stone gate, tens of meters high, looking up and shouting, glancing around.
"A-Qiong!"
The next second, March 7th's gaze caught that familiar figure, and his face lit up with surprise.
The girl came running.
She buried her face in Qiong's arms.
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Volume 1: Chapter 796 March 7: Am I really a prophet?
"A-Qiong, it really is you! What brings you here?"
A muffled sound came from Qiong's chest. March 7th raised her little head, her pink and blue eyes lit up with surprise, as if they were filled with shattered diamonds.
She pressed for more details.
"Of course, it's that silly little thing who came to find me."
Qiong raised her hand and pressed down on the girl's soft, silky hair, which was as pink as cherry blossoms in March. She rubbed it hard, turning the girl's hairstyle into a fluffy bird's nest.
"Have you forgotten? I solemnly declared this before~"
"This time I will stay with you. Even if you turn back into a beautiful ice girl, I will stay with you in the ice, as an ice sculpture couple."
Getting out isn't difficult; there are plenty of ways.
He casually had the female body on the train take out the Potara earring from the system space and put it on, and then Qiong put one on March 7.
Breaking through ice with combined power is a piece of cake.
But according to Jingling, those six-phase ices are a form of protection for Ah Qi, and there is no need to forcibly destroy them.
As for Qiong, she could leave in other ways.
"What ice sculpture couple?!"
March 7th puffed out her cheeks in protest, frantically trying to salvage her tangled hair while complaining.
"How can you fight crime when you're frozen solid? Are you going to use ice to run over bad guys?"
Even so, the smile on her face was brighter than the sunshine.
It was a feeling of overflowing happiness and joy.
My own little cutie~
Although she usually causes trouble, acts crazy and unreliable, and always calls her stupid, she also finds all sorts of ways to bully her...
but.
It's really reassuring.
"Hey, do you think I should come later?"
Qiong touched her chin, looking regretful.
"When you get caught by those medieval barbaric cannibals of Onphalos, tied up and bound to a campfire, about to become roasted on the seventh day of the third month."