At this mont, the one feeling the greatest shock was still Wizard Shen Yu.
"So it’s actually possible to share Realms." Wizard Shen Yu looked at his own hands. "No wonder I felt that after coming in, my Spiritual Power and physical strength have been constantly changing."
As a Mage, he was extrely sensitive to energy.
He sensed the difference the mont he entered.
It’s just that this space was already shrouded in mystery, so he planned to ask about it later.
"If there were Primordial Energy in the Gray Mist Space, and you had already started Martial Arts cultivation, the change would have been even greater." Martial Artist Shen Yu laughed. "What we share are Realms and Skill experience, it’s not like we instantly gain all of the Power."
"With Realms and Skill experience, all that’s left is just a matter of ti—and it’ll be quick." Wizard Shen Yu was overjoyed.
Who wouldn’t crave such overwhelming Power that could be obtained at no cost?
Not to ntion that, faced with apocalyptic crises, what everyone needed most was Power!
"You can also use the Gray Mist to increase your Magic Power." The interstellar world Shen Yu spoke again, looking at Shen Yu and proposing, "Should the Association give Wizard Shen Yu a certain lending limit? He probably needs it most right now. And once his Magic Power improves, we all benefit."
Shen Yu thought for a mont, then nodded.
"Indeed, this isn’t like when we first started from scratch. Supporting newcors is only right."
Though the Association had set so rules, in the end, those rules were established to help everyone better.
That was, in fact, the very reason the Association was founded.
Shen Yu was never stingy, especially with investnts that clearly promised higher returns.
"I was just about to ask—so you’ve already established so rules and regulations?" Wizard Shen Yu knew himself well; anticipation in his voice, he asked directly, "Tell about them in detail, and about your worlds too."
"Alright."
The three took turns recounting everything.
The various teorite Crises of the Main World, the Void Spirit Race of the Interstellar Civilization World, and the Heavenly Calamities of the Martial Arts World.
Wizard Shen Yu had but one thought after listening.
Too late!
If he had co sooner, he could have been part of the founders, getting involved in the very beginnings of the Multi-Dinsional Apocalypse Civilization Mutual Aid Association.
Everyone would want in—so long as the original Shen Yu didn’t die, this Association would only get stronger.
It would rapidly beco a true behemoth spanning all worlds.
Even now, it was far from weak.
The Martial Arts World’s Heavenly Calamities were catastrophic for almost every Earth Star Civilization, yet with the help of interstellar world Shen Yu, the hardest part was actually gathering everyone quickly and suppressing those who broke order.
Still, even though he was a little late, it wasn’t too late yet. Wizard Shen Yu felt much more confident facing the disaster raging in his own world.
The gods may seem invincible for now, but the Association’s potential is limitless!
"How much can I borrow right now?" Wizard Shen Yu looked at the original Shen Yu, eyes filled with hope. "Interest is fine too."
"As long as there’s a reasonable reason that shows the value of the Gray Mist’s use, and as long as it’s quickly replenished, you can borrow it all if you want." Shen Yu said. "Ultimately, what matters most is your own ideas and the specific situation of your world. After all, none of us can save your world for you—not even the Gray Mist."
"I understand." Wizard Shen Yu nodded solemnly, already forming plans in his mind.
"Do your best. I’ll first give you so Gray Mist for daily use—for contact and consultation. However, from what I’ve seen, consulting specific intelligence with the Gray Mist is quite costly, and only when you ask how much mist a particular question consus will the cost drop to a certain level." Without delay, Shen Yu gave Wizard Shen Yu a million units of Gray Mist.
And what he said was indeed a primary trait of the Gray Mist.
That’s why, previously, they’d always propose a plan and then ask how much consumption that plan would take.
Instead of directly asking what solution would consu the least amount of Gray Mist.
The latter, consulting specific intelligence, cost a considerable amount just for the question itself.
It’s just like when Shen Yu consulted about investigating the teorite—what would happen?
In short, the more effort and input you made yourself, the less Gray Mist would be consud.
"To suddenly beco a Savior-like figure—there’s definitely so pressure." Wizard Shen Yu, feeling the Gray Mist surge according to his intent, chuckled. "But this swelling sense of anticipation feels all too real."
"Naturally," Shen Yu, too, laughed. "After all, we’re all Shen Yu."
Laughter echoed in the Gray Mist Space.
Everyone left again. In truth, they were all still busy—even Martial Artist Shen Yu, who seed the most relaxed, was just lighter in mood. In his world, countless governnt affairs still demanded his personal attention.
He could hardly even spare ti for his wife and children.
But this busyness didn’t make him feel tired. Instead, he felt incredibly fulfilled.
And as Wizard Shen Yu returned to his world, he, too, felt as though he’d lived through another lifeti.
It was as if he worried that all that had just happened wasn’t real.
But the existence of the Gray Mist Space felt so clear—it was a tremor that ca from the soul itself, as if his spirit had always belonged there.
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