The deeper they advanced into the Turan Holy Mountain, the stranger the surrounding environment became.
It was as though a stretch of rolling mountains and the rivers running between them had been sliced into countless fragmented "puzzle pieces," then haphazardly cobbled back together without any pattern.
Beside a mountain peak several hundred meters high, there would often be a ravine several hundred meters deep.
A winding stream might also, for no reason at all, surge into a rock wall that appeared completely seamless.
Meng Chao saw a lake whose left side formed an irregular oval, perfectly in line with the natural formation of a body of water. Yet its right shore was a perfectly straight line. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed as though an invisible Giant Blade had sliced the lake in half like a birthday cake, then flung the right half somewhere unknown.
Meng Chao had even seen a great tree split cleanly down the middle at the edge of a fragmented space. The fibrous tubes and all manner of structures on the inner wall of its trunk were plainly visible. Yet not only had the tree not died, its branches and leaves flourished, laden with multicolored mandrake flowers. He could even see insects slowly wriggling across the cross-section of the trunk!
Such a bizarre sight could not help but make Meng Chao click his tongue in wonder.
He had seen, and even personally experienced, similar phenomena of "spatial folds," or "spatial warping," many times in Dragon City.
In fact, it was precisely because he had encountered a "spatial warping" phenomenon during the National College Entrance Examination practical test, when the entire factory serving as the examination site had been transported dozens of kilometers deep into the mist and besieged by a large pack of