An Unforgivable Grudge That Moves People

Lu Yao focused his gaze on [Queen Mother's Ruins].

The surrounding scene rippled like water, and beneath his feet it turned into a straight stone path. The road was formed from stones of varying sizes fused together, yet its surface was flat and smooth, wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

On both sides of the stone path, above and below it, twisted, shifting streams of colored lines formed bizarre, fleeting vortexes.

It was a spatial tunnel.

Lu Yao had seen similar scenes when Xiu's [Wanderer's Chariot] shuttled through space, but back then it had been a pixelated image, so he had not paid much attention.

Now that he was inside it, he realized that behind the flowing and movement of those oil-paint colors were all kinds of forces interacting, interfering, and colliding, forming a kind of visual phenomenon.

It was like the dynamic overlap of countless force-analysis diagrams.

The streams of lines formed by those colors squeezing against one another represented different spatial coordinates and regions, but all of them were constantly changing. They compressed and tangled with each other, making direction shift at every moment.

They were a distant mirage, not the folds of countless spaces.

Lu Yao further observed that all these colors were being continually squeezed, assimilated, and eroded by the largest expanse of black. Those black regions gave him an extremely dangerous sense of pressure.

Avoiding these black dead zones was very difficult, because they were almost everywhere.

Only a special rule power like [Wanderer's Chariot], or a spatial life-form like the [Void Fish], could guide a fixed direction through these ever-changing coordinates and possess the power to open a new tunnel along the shadows.

Lu Yao stepped onto the stone road and walked forward.

The stone path stretched on alone to