Fifteen years have quietly passed by.
The manufacturing area within the Core Laboratory of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane's air has grown scorching hot.
Jeming stands alone in front of the central console, over thirty massive curved screens floating before him.
Each screen displays different streams of data, energy graphs, material statuses, or intricate three-dimensional control interfaces.
His hands hover above the control panel, fingertips glowing faintly with Spiritual Power, deeply linking with the vast array network of the manufacturing room.
Through the multi-layered composite observation window in front of the console, one can see a core manufacturing room the size of a basketball court.
At this moment, tens of thousands of pre-arranged micro-arrays are operating synchronously, emitting various lights per Jeming's complex program setup, performing precise operations.
