Smaller, and smaller still.
Fan Lang's consciousness delved ever deeper into the Microscopic World within the dust, observing its inner structure as the scenery constantly changed. What he saw now were dark gray particles, each one looking fuzzy, with a certain amount of space between them.
Sometimes Fan Lang smashed through particles; sometimes he slipped through the gaps between them. As he continued shrinking, the scene changed again, and he entered one of the particles, which was one of the components making up the dust.
The tiny particle from before had now become as large as a towering mountain peak. Its surface was covered in uneven ravines and displayed all kinds of colors.
Fan Lang shrank, and the particle grew larger. A ravine, like a terrifying giant maw, swallowed him whole. Then he saw light, and new particles appeared before him—smaller constituent units, each covered in spikes.
The spikes expanded into towering pillars. Fan Lang sank through the gaps between several giant pillars and crashed onto an uneven surface. The pits rapidly enlarged, resembling a honeycomb, and Fan Lang followed the momentum into angular holes.
The scene before him became a dazzling riot of colors. All kinds of ethereal veils of light drifted past Fan Lang. It was hard to imagine that such a space existed within a single speck of dust.
Fan Lang moved through a veil of light, which expanded into clusters of miraculous radiance. He entered one of those lights and saw another New World.
Shrink, change, shrink again, change again.
This time, Fan Lang made a breakthrough and shrank to an unprecedented degree. Later on, the sights became even more inconceivable.
The surroundings became boundless darkness, filled with countless neatly arranged glowing crystals, each like an ever-changing crystal.
These crystals shifted shape and reflected the shadow