192: Chapter 189 The Farm World Launches Quietly

The discussion volume in the Symphony Realm multiplied countless times within ten seconds of the video being posted.

But this time, no one was spamming exclamation marks. Everyone was typing carefully, word by word.

[Niu Ma Star Person: Holy crap, this video is absolutely god-tier!]

[Dont Panic Let Me Analyze (Yanhuang Civilization): Everyone, you all saw it, right? I'm pulling out the key timestamps now. At 2:12, something flies out of the sea—it's invisible. Completely invisible. Only the air is distorted. Around 2:35, this "invisible thing" starts to become visible. A golden outline gradually emerges. At 2:41, it's fully visible; it's the golden figure from the photos.]

[Dont Panic Let Me Analyze (Yanhuang Civilization): Here's the question: What kind of existence is invisible at first, but becomes visible later?]

Five seconds of silence.

[Tide Watcher Li (Yanhuang Civilization): ...Fate Master is invisible. But what if invisibility requires maintenance? What if the consumption is too great, and he can't maintain it anymore?]

This statement landed.

The Symphony Realm felt as if the air had been sucked out of it.

[Roaring Conch (Yanhuang Civilization): Wait a second. I went back and watched the video again. The timestamp where this golden figure becomes visible is exactly when he raises his hand to release the golden ripples. And those golden ripples—that's the power that eliminated the tsunami and resurrected the dead. In other words... when he was using his ability, the energy consumption was too high, causing his invisibility ability to temporarily fail?]

[Iron-Faced Ruthless (Yanhuang Civilization): ...So this mysterious person who wiped out a tsunami with one hand and resurrected millions of Survivors might really be Fate Master? He was invisible before because he is inherently invisible, and he became visible later because the consumption was too high to maintain it?]

[Born With Talent (Yanhuang Civilization): Is this for real? If this is truly Fate Master, then Fate Master's strength is too terrifying. Is he even human?]

[Good Man Strives (Yanhuang Civilization): He holds the authority of life and death, the authority of time. Before, when we called Fate Master a god, it was out of respect and worship, but now, aren't we just stating facts?]

[2.5 Real Dogs (Yanhuang Civilization): Why are we all Survivors, yet the gap between people is so huge? It's so depressing... But that doesn't stop me from hyping up Fate Master.]

[Death to Immortal Masters (Yanhuang Civilization): Fate Master is too damn awesome, holy crap!?]

[Storm Eye (Yanhuang Civilization): No, no, no, everyone, calm down. Even if this logic holds up, it's only a "possibility." Who can prove that this "invisible before, visible later" isn't some other ability? Like an invisibility talent? It's not like there aren't people who have unlocked invisibility from Ability Crystals.]

[Tide Watcher Li (Yanhuang Civilization): @Storm Eye, what you said makes sense. But have you ever seen a Survivor with an invisibility talent who can wipe out a tsunami hundreds of meters high with one hand and resurrect millions of people? Tell me, is there anyone else in the entire Magic Sea with this level of power besides Fate Master?]

The argument began.

And it was the kind of argument where no one could convince anyone else.

One faction believed this was Fate Master—the reasons being the matching invisible trait, the matching power level, and that no one else besides Fate Master possessed such abilities.

Another faction believed it couldn't be Fate Master—the reason being that the figure was clearly visible in the second half. If it really were Fate Master, the failure of his invisibility would mean his identity was exposed. Given Fate Master's consistently cautious style, he would never let something like that happen.

There was a third faction that just gave up—who cares if it's Fate Master or not, this entity saved millions of lives, so calling him a god is correct.

The discussion lasted from evening until late at night.

Countless people analyzed the video frame by frame. Some even took screenshots of every frame from 2:12 to 2:41, arranged them in a sequence, and posted them in the Symphony Realm, trying to identify specific features of the human silhouette from the textures of the distorted air.

Some calculated the speed and coverage of the golden ripples, trying to deduce the energy Rank of the caster.

Others dug up all the previous analysis posts about Fate Master from the God-Seeing Society, comparing them point by point, trying to find more evidence.

But until late at night.

This question could still only be endlessly debated.

As long as the golden figure himself—who might be Fate Master—didn't come out to explain it personally.

Then, for all the Survivors on the Fate Platform, this question remained an unconfirmable mystery that could never be answered.

—

On Yang Hang's side, after returning to his super luxury Houseboat from harvesting that seabed.

He didn't rest; he flew directly to an altitude of a thousand meters.

He needed to solve three problems for that enclosed space: air, air pressure balance, and sunlight.

Air was the simplest.

Yang Hang focused his mind in the high altitude, and his space control operated precisely.

He "poked" a hole in the wall of his independent space. It wasn't destruction, but creating a window. A spatial pipe extended from inside the independent space and connected to the high-altitude atmosphere of the Magic Sea world.

The siphon principle.

Driven by the air pressure difference, the air of the Magic Sea rushed frantically into his enclosed space through the pipe. Above a thousand meters, the atmosphere within a million-kilometer range was drawn, triggering bursts of storm currents. Vortex groups scurried wildly in the high altitude.

But this time, Yang Hang had pre-installed a buffer layer of the Power of Causality. The storm was restricted to the high altitude and did not affect any Houseboats below.

Ten minutes.

The air pressure inside the space reached equilibrium with the Magic Sea world. The pipe automatically narrowed to a trickle for daily ventilation.

The last problem—sunlight.

Yang Hang paused in the high altitude to think for a moment.

Sunlight is different from air. If air is drawn away, it replenishes automatically, but if sunlight is extracted from a certain area, that area will fall into darkness. He couldn't touch areas where people were present.

His Divine Sense spread out, sweeping across the Magic Sea.

Thousands of uninhabited sea areas of various sizes were locked onto by him. The closest was tens of thousands of kilometers away, and the farthest was hundreds of thousands or even a million kilometers away in the Magic Sea. Each area was confirmed by the Power of Causality—there were no Survivor Houseboats within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Then, he began to "poke" a second batch of holes at the top of his space.

Thousands of spatial pipes formed simultaneously, their ends precisely aligned above those uninhabited sea areas. The light of the double suns poured into the pipes.

Yang Hang's independent space—lit up.

Yet it also created countless unique sea areas that fell into eternal night.

He stepped into it.

Under his feet was solid ground. Hard, thick, and carrying the unique mineral scent of the deep sea.

Looking around, millions of square kilometers of seabed land stretched endlessly. The ground was covered with large swaths of withered deep-sea purple plants.

These were organisms that had originally attached to the seabed, and they had died after being separated from the deep-sea environment.

Sunlight spilled down from overhead, warm and real. The air was fresh, with a hint of saltiness, poured in from the Magic Sea.

There were no clouds. No blue sky. Overhead, there was only the faint gray-white color refracted by the spatial walls.

There was no green vegetation either. No skyscrapers.

But Yang Hang took a deep breath, and the feeling of having his feet on the ground made him dazed for a moment.

It was like returning to Earth Star.

Just an illusion. He quickly regained his focus.

The space was ready. The next step—productivity.

He landed on the deck of his super luxury Houseboat.

Alola's white model projection was already hovering there waiting.

"Master, mission accomplished." Its voice was calm as usual. "Land vegetable seeds have been procured, totaling over 1,400 varieties, covering five major categories: grains, leafy vegetables, roots and tubers, melons and fruits, and legumes. Planting and cultivation knowledge has been fully learned and integrated, and I can guide the entire production process at any time."

"What's missing?"

"Fertile soil suitable for planting, and a batch of work units capable of executing instructions."

Yang Hang nodded.

He closed his eyes and sank into the Karmic Void Realm, anchoring the sunken sea treasure chest from the 22nd day—adjusting with the Power of Causality, a Gold Tier treasure chest materialized.

Open chest.

A palm-sized black cube lay quietly at the bottom of the chest.

[Industrial Robot Manufacturing Industrial Black Box (Gold Tier Wonder)]. Another toy for children from the Level 6 civilization "Talthian." Produces one million industrial robots per day, with customizable functional modules.

Put it away.

Immediately after, today's treasure chest.

Open chest.

A fist-sized chunk of pitch-black soil. The surface had an oily luster and emitted a rich, almost palpable scent of vitality.

[Super Black Soil Industrial Cultivation Plant (Gold Tier Wonder · Level 3 Civilization Standard Agricultural Infrastructure)]. Can transform any barren land into top-tier black soil within 72 hours, with no upper limit on coverage area, depending only on the energy injected.

Yang Hang held both items in his hands and looked at Alola.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your new construction site."

—

Inside the Farm Realm continental space.

After Yang Hang handed the two Gold Tier wonders to Alola's sub-intelligence for management, he asked one last question.

"How long?"

"Basic vegetable output requirement—three days." Alola paused. "Full transformation of the entire continent—thirty-six days."

"That's enough. Get the basics done first."

Yang Hang turned and left the space.

After resting and having fun with the maids until seven o'clock.

Yang Hang, wearing a deep V bathrobe, lay on a lounge chair on the deck of the luxury Houseboat. Beside him, several tall, curvaceous maids in bikinis were feeding him peeled fruit and massaging him.

While enjoying himself, Yang Hang operated his consciousness on the Fate Platform, casually spreading and embedding the Sleeping Pendulum ability, adjusting the time flow perception between the Farm Realm and the outside.

After finishing, he let out a sigh of perfect exclamation.

This is what a perfect virtual reality game in his imagination should look like.

Then, he quietly launched the Farm Realm ahead of schedule.

On the far right of the interface at the same level as the Karmic Trading Realm and the Causality Enhancement Realm, a new button quietly lit up.

The background color of the button was identical to the basic interface of the Fate Platform. Only by looking closely could one discover a very faint pattern floating on the surface of the button.

The outline of a sprout breaking through the soil.