Who told him to make the cards!

It's as if someone copied the entire Moon card spread and recorded it here.

Chen Zhi first entered this space seven years ago.

That was the ninth day since he transmigrated, and he knew very little about the Blackrock Mine, the cards, and his own identity.

That night, just like the previous days, he gazed at the moon and longed for home.

Behind the full moon, a vast array of cards, like a celestial net, slowly emerged. Countless patterns followed the moonlight into his eyes and into his mind.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing there.

After that, as long as Chen Zhi gazes at the moon and recalls any complete pattern in his mind, he can enter again.

Chen Zhi once regarded this place as his golden touch.

Because no one else ever appeared, and no one told him what the place was called.

It's quite like some kind of spiritual space.

It is very large, with a workbench in the middle.

It would also follow Chen Zhi's footsteps, and no matter how the walls and the ground changed, it would always stay in the center.

There is a cabinet on each side of the workbench.

As long as Chen Zhi concentrates, minerals such as white marrow ore, red iron, and bluestone will appear in the grid, as well as various card inks and other items needed for card making.

These materials are not real; they are simulations.

Cards created here cannot be brought back to reality; similarly, there is no loss if you fail.

But he gained experience.

He can practice card making here an unlimited number of times without any cost.

All of Chen Zhi's knowledge of cards came from this.

He truly had no teacher.

Or rather, the geometric patterns on the inner wall of the sphere were his teacher.

This giant tarot deck is associated with profound and obscure things such as tides and dreams. Most of the patterns are beyond his current understanding. Just staring at certain patterns for a while makes him dizzy.

Chen Zhi could see it clearly, but he couldn't understand it.

He lacked too much basic knowledge.

Fortunately, not all of these giant card arrays are so complex. In some corners, there are relatively simple structures that correspond to the cards made in the mining area.

After all, even the most magnificent building has a foundation.

Chen Zhi's current state is like that of an illiterate person guarding a library full of ancient books. He can't finish reading any of them and can only barely recognize the simplest characters by repeatedly observing and comparing them.

This is also why his methods are completely different from modern card-making systems.

Whether it's a college or other card-making institutions, what they teach are patterns that have been refined and simplified by generations of card-making masters, making them efficient and aesthetically pleasing.

Chen Zhixue, however, studied the oldest and most primitive structures on the moon.

He has already discovered three different forms of expression for the word "fire" alone.

On the different ways to write the character “回”.

He really didn't know which structure to start with, so he could only figure it out on his own.

Chen Zhi arrived at the workbench.

With just a thought, a few discarded cards, a pinch of white marrow powder, a tube of sealant, and a small bottle of card ink appeared in the compartment.

He plans to remake the broken claw card.

The battle in the mine proved that the basic concept of the Claw Card was correct, but the white card part was too bad. There seemed to be a slight repulsion between the three useless cards, which greatly reduced its durability.

According to his initial idea, this card should be usable more than five times.

Therefore, even if these three useless cards remain unchanged, there is still room for optimization.

For the first time, Chen Zhi tried a different approach.

The positions of the three discarded cards have been adjusted.

But before I could finish putting it together, the card started smoking.

The second time, Chen Zhi switched back to the original splicing method.

But a structure that seemed less important was removed.

The card is working and can be used five times.

However, once the claw is activated and launched, it cannot be retrieved, and the card must be manually turned off.

"very good."

He now knows what that inconspicuous little structure is useful for.

The reason why the claw-shaped clip can only be used three times has also been found.

The overall consumption is too high, so the efficiency needs to be reduced.

The third time, Chen Zhi picked up the needle and tried to structurally weaken the launching force of the nail claw.

But it seems like too much was cut off.

The card activated, and the nail claw, as if suffering from muscular dystrophy, was launched from his hand onto the workbench in front of him.

It was like setting off a dud.

"..."

That's a bit awkward.

But Chen Zhi was not discouraged.

What he has no shortage of is the opportunity to try and fail.

Moreover, initial results have already been achieved.

"Give me another set of materials."

Just as he was preparing to conduct the fourth experiment, a bright white light suddenly shone from the other end of the spherical space.

"Ok?"

Chen Zhi paused in his needlework and subconsciously looked up.

In the past seven years, nothing has changed here, let alone such a big commotion.

The patterns on the ground lit up in patches.

A white light flickered in mid-air, gradually forming the outline of a person.

It was as if a pen was coloring the figure, first the head and torso, then the limbs and clothes.

Finally, an old man with a stubble beard, a full head of white hair, and wearing a loose robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He staggered a couple of steps when he landed.

The old man paid no attention to his disheveled appearance. Instead, he stared at the dense patterns on the surrounding walls, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body trembling, as if he were about to die of joy at any moment.

"It's true..."

"The historical records are actually true!"

The old man looked up, his eyes reflecting the starry sky, and his voice cracked with excitement.

"Celestial Crown Domain!"

"I have understood the principles of the Moon Crown Law, I am here!"

"I've done it, old man!"

"I finally became hahaha!!"

Chapter 11 Celestial Crown Domain

The old man opened his arms and burst into laughter.

Chen Zhi: "?"

He looked confused.

What have you become?

Furthermore, the celestial crown region...

Is this place called the Celestial Crown Domain?

The old man hadn't noticed Chen Zhi yet. He walked and laughed, turning around and examining the spherical space, and the gravity under his feet changed accordingly.

Caught off guard, the old man fell with a thud after only a few steps, rolling down the curved wall and finally coming to a stop at Chen Zhi's feet in a very undignified manner.

Chen Zhi: "..."

"Hello."

The old man raised his head.