The last words of the person in the black robe sounded like a last testament, giving Wen Wen a bad feeling.
He wanted to ask for clarification, but the other party didn't give him the chance.
The stairs were about to stop, and Wen Wen shook his head, temporarily clearing his chaotic thoughts.
He could think about the matter of the black-robed person later. The most important thing now was to see what surprises the disaster zone would bring him.
When the stairs stopped, Wen Wen found himself standing in a completely dark space. A pair of slightly glowing green eyes suddenly appeared, looking at Wen Wen with curiosity.
Wen Wen was startled by the eyes and instinctively snapped his fingers. A strong light emerged from between his fingers.
"Ah!"
The owner of the eyes let out a miserable cry and spun around several times, covering his eyes.
With the light from his fingers, Wen Wen saw the person's appearance clearly.
It was a somewhat thin young man in a black robe. He had slightly curly black hair that just reached his shoulders, looking like he hadn't cut his hair in a while. However, he didn't appear disheveled. Instead, there was an inexplicable sense of freshness.
Perhaps because he was handsome...
The clothes he wore were basically the opposite of the guides; there was a crooked black halo on his back.
After a brief recovery, the young man looked at Wen Wen with slightly yellowish eyes.
"Sorry, I haven't seen light for over a thousand years, so I was a bit stimulated. Are you the new master of the containment facility?"
Wen Wen nodded. The central guardian of the fourth level was somewhat different from what he had imagined. Wen Wen was still unsure of this guy's temperament.
"Well... sort of."
"My name is Mo Gong, nicknamed 'Sin of Gods and Demons.' My friends in the martial world call me that."
Nickname?
Friends in the martial world?
What kind of person was this?
Before coming to the disaster zone, Wen Wen had always speculated about Mo Gong's appearance. He had expected either an overwhelmingly domineering presence or an infernal aura, but he never expected such a flippant demeanor.
Was such a seemingly thin and weak young man really the person the guides had always been wary of?
Moreover, he was much more candid than the previous three central administrators, directly revealing his name and title.
Mo Gong circled Wen Wen, looking a little excited, "I smell Bai Du on you. If that brat shows up again, tell me, and I'll tear him apart for you."
Wen Wen was stunned. Mo Gong could directly detect Bai Du's scent on him.
He subconsciously checked Mo Gong's strength, and the result was... Disaster level!
Mo Gong was actually a Disaster-level expert!
The previous central administrators were also once Disaster-level experts, but they had all fallen in realm due to a past incident.
Yet, Mo Gong had maintained his Disaster-level strength. Either he hadn't contributed his power to the containment facility back then, or he had maintained his Disaster-level strength even after contributing!
Was he a deity of the spirit realm?
Wen Wen fell silent for a moment and asked Mo Gong the question that concerned him the most: "What exactly is your relationship with Bai Du?"
Mo Gong rubbed his hair. "To put it complexly, our relationship is quite complicated. My life form is different from humans. From birth, I possessed the power of gods and demons. As my power grew stronger, the two forces clashed..."
"To put it simply... I had a mental breakdown. I cut off the split parts of my spirit into two, and banished the part that was acting up as a clone."
"Fortunately, he only took a portion of my divinity and a negligible amount of divine power, so he's not much of a threat."
After listening to Mo Gong's words, Wen Wen realized that Mo Gong's relationship with Bai Du was very similar to what he had guessed before. They could be considered one entity, yet also two different individuals.
Also, in the future, when Wen Wen needed to create clones, he could ask Mo Gong for experience.
After chatting for a while and understanding some of the situation, Mo Gong took Wen Wen to tour the disaster zone.
There weren't many prison cells in the disaster zone, only one hundred, but each cell was very large, at least the size of a football field.
According to Mo Gong, although there were one hundred cells, only ten could be activated simultaneously.
The reason for preparing ninety extra cells was that Disaster-level experts were incredibly varied, and a single cell couldn't guarantee containment of every Disaster-level expert.
For Disaster-level experts who were too large in volume, cells with spatial expansion would be needed. For those adept at offense, the strength of the cells would need to be reinforced.
Once prisoners were confined in the cells of the disaster zone, they could no longer be opened at will like before, nor could they be used as tools as in the lower levels. The purpose here was very simple: to contain threats.
There were no new tricks, and Wen Wen seemed uninterested until Mo Gong led him to a metal door.
The decorative style of this door looked more luxurious than the doors in other areas, making Wen Wen slightly puzzled. "Where is this?"
"This is the private space of the facility's master. It contains a living room, office, conference room, and training room..."
Wen Wen's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he directly pushed the door open and walked in. Mo Gong stayed at the entrance and did not follow Wen Wen inside.
"This place is only for you, and those you permit. At the same time, you can monitor the movements of every corner of the facility in the office. You look around first, and I'll go do my actual job."
After explaining, Mo Gong turned and left.
Wen Wen watched Mo Gong's retreating figure and rubbed his hair.
Mo Gong was the best-behaved among all the central administrators, but Wen Wen always felt that he was different from the other central administrators, as if there was an inexplicable gap between him and the containment facility.
Then, Wen Wen browsed the private space with shining eyes.
According to Wen Wen's speculation, the previous master of the facility might have been a 'Celestial Deity,' or at the very least, a very powerful spirit realm deity, so his private space might contain some good items.
However, to Wen Wen's disappointment, besides a pile of antique daily necessities, there were no superpower items or divine martial arts manuals.
But having his own exclusive space within the containment facility was already enough to satisfy Wen Wen.
It would be too shabby for the dignified master of the facility to live by modifying prison cells.
That day, Wen Wen transferred all the items he had stored in the prison cells to the fourth level of the containment facility and replaced all the antique beds and tables and chairs.
These pieces of furniture were made by top craftsmen a thousand years ago, no less exquisite than the items in the imperial palace at that time, and could fetch a large sum of money if sold.
As for why Wen Wen didn't keep them for himself...
Could carved wooden chairs be more comfortable than his lazy rocker?
What surprised Wen Wen the most was the training room, which allowed him to exert his strength to his heart's content without worrying about breaking anything due to excessive force...