The seed containing shimmering light was hovering in front of Sean.
After Sean gave the "expand" command, the seed suddenly lit up, dimming the candlelight, like a star bursting out in the night.
At the same time, there was a clear sound, like the collision of silverware, like the collision of crystals...
Ding!
As the crisp sound echoed in the ears, the light with the seeds as the core rippled one after another like a tide, forming a dynamic "ocean of light" in the room.
The "divine power" contained in the seeds was released, found a foothold in the material world, and began to take root, form, and stabilize according to Sean Dickinson's will...
Waves of light spread outside the room, and Olivia, who was standing on the top floor, had her red eyes brightened by the silver light - the light illuminated her face with a curious expression.
At this moment, Sean, who was standing at the core of the spiritual diffusion, had a strange feeling - he could feel that his soul seemed to be suddenly expanding, expanding its territory in the material world, and constantly stabilizing...
Until the last wave of light rippled out, the space occupied by the spirit world was completely stable, and its edges appeared regular and clear.
Olivia Wind Chime raised her head and could see a border of faint light above her head.
If you look from the outside at this time, you will see a house wrapped in a "glass ball".
Soon, the edge of the glass ball disappeared, everything returned to darkness and silence, and no vision could be seen from the outside.
The only difference from before is that people can no longer directly see the real scene in the spirit world. Instead, there is a three-story house that is always peaceful and depressed.
Sean's independent spiritual world has been established, and the swirling mist outside the house is the boundary of the spiritual world.
Sean, standing on the second floor of the house, closed his eyes and felt his surroundings.
The initial spiritual world happened to include this three-story house on the farm. What made him feel more amazing was that the almost spherical space in the outside world seemed to be a part of his soul at this moment...
The things in the spirit world are not just surrendered to him, it should be said that these things are him.
Sean snapped his fingers knowingly, and in the blink of an eye, the table, cabinets, chairs, the deer head hanging on the wall...all the furniture in the room floated.
First, he looked at the old table that was hovering in front of him, exuding an oily smell - God knew how long Mr. Dawson had not cleaned this broken table.
Then Sean snapped his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, the shabby table disappeared in the air, replaced by a luxurious table - solid wood carved with gold paint, four legs as stable as a bear's feet, holding up a piece with a black background, floating like smoke. The tabletop is cut from a single piece of white marble.
Sean had seen this table in Bill's mansion. Obviously, rich people like "Long Island Bill" did not use this kind of table - it was placed in his office, with exquisite, every few Replace the cornucopia of fresh fruit every day.
This table is in Bill's mansion. It is more like a decoration than a piece of furniture.
After the marble-carved wooden table that replaced the worn-out wooden table landed safely next to Sean, he casually let the "Lost Pottery Statue" fall on it.
Obviously, in his own spiritual world, Sean did not intend to use it as a decoration.
Other furniture is still hovering in the air "tremblingly", waiting for the fate of reform.
But the owner of the spirit room was obviously still dissatisfied with the table. Sean frowned and looked at the gold-painted table legs: "Bill's aesthetics are quite bad..."
As he spoke, he gently touched the table with his hands, and the wooden table legs, which were as thick as bear's feet, were replaced with a darker "dark gold" color.
It is painted with a level of exquisiteness that perhaps even the most skilled craftsmen cannot achieve.
And this was just a matter of Sean's thoughts.
Looking at the dark gold table legs, Sean nodded with satisfaction: "This seems to be more in line with the aesthetics of Mr. Shawshank Rogers."
Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at everything around him...
Everything that is shabby, old, and even a little corrupt.
Sean closed his eyes.
After a thought, he opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him had completely changed:
The worn wooden floor was replaced with the finest cherry wood, and the deep red paint reflected the light of the flames in the fireplace.
The wooden floor is covered with a carpet with complicated patterns, and the prototype of this carpet comes from the banquet hall of the "Golden Age" cruise ship - Sean once marveled at the pattern and texture of that carpet.
A complete set of matching ornate chairs are placed around a dark gold marble table, with an exquisite silver candlestick placed on it. The six candles on it are all the same in length and wick flame...
Black velvet curtains, an oil painting of Mr. "Shawshank Rogers" that has been temporarily hidden on the wall, and a two-layer chandelier made of real crystal stones...
It could be called dilapidated at first, but now it looks luxurious.
Sean sighed softly: he didn't envy the luxurious life, but the Mr. Rogers he played still had certain requirements for his own aesthetics.
The purpose of Sean's setting up these decorations is also his familiarity with manipulating the spirit world.
Olivia, who was originally on duty on the roof, walked in from the door and looked at everything around her that had completely changed, with a look of surprise on her face.
"Sean..." Just now, Olivia witnessed the entire dilapidated wooden house from the outside turned into a dark mansion with double iron gates, solemn and majestic under the night sky.
Even though she has an irreplaceable soul connection with the reader, she is still shocked in the face of such a miracle.
Standing in the brand-new room, Sean turned around with an understanding smile on his face: "Olivia, this will be our home from now on."
The Seiko girl walked hesitantly, looking at everything around her that had completely changed.
Outside the window, three nightjars were still chirping. Sean closed his eyes and gave instructions to the little soul that accidentally entered the spirit world...
The little creature immediately restrained itself, stopped chirping, and began to quietly guard its surroundings for the master of the spirit world.
Sean turned around and continued: "For us, this place is safer than any corner in the world - it is difficult to notice, so it will not be spied on or sensed.
“Explorers of the same level cannot enter without my permission.
"This is a hidden world that is completely independent from the ordinary world."
"Our... home?" Olivia Fengchi retracted her gaze from around her and stared at Sean's face.
The flames burned quietly in the fireplace, and it was unusually quiet outside the window. You could feel the shadow of the whole soul crouching in the grass at night, almost unnoticed by anyone.
"Is this the spiritual world?" I don't know why, Bingzhuren feels relieved and satisfied to have such a shelter for readers.
It seems that time has stopped here, as if the whole world is in a storm, but only here there is absolute safety and tranquility.
She enjoyed the moment.
However, Sean didn't seem to intend to stop here: "Olivia, using imagination to build a world is just the beginning of the spiritual world."
His eyes shone with hope and expectation: "What I want to try next is the true power of the independent spirit world..."
