The road, eroded by the passage of countless ages, let out fractured, broken groans.
Meng Chao's Spiritual Energy surged unceasingly into the ground. Centered on his palm, the road within several dozen meters swelled high, like a living volcano in the process of being born.
After two or three seconds of deadlock, the road beneath his palm was cleanly pierced through, blasted open into a transparent hole the size of a palm.
However...
What Meng Chao saw through the hole was nothingness.
From his observations of the surrounding roads, every road was at least three to five meters thick.
But the thickness of this hole...
It had no thickness at all.
Like a sheet of paper—no, thinner by tens of millions of times than a sheet of paper as thin as cicada wings. It was like a membrane made of Nano Material, except it was not even a "membrane," merely a two-dimensional plane spread across three-dimensional space.
The instant Meng Chao's gaze entered the hole, it was swallowed by the rolling Black Mist.
Lü Siya's road was clearly directly beneath him. Logically, he should have been able to see it through the hole.
Yet apart from the ever-changing, unfathomable Black Mist, there was nothing inside the hole.
Meng Chao vaguely began to understand.
What lay beneath his feet was less a road than a bridge—a bridge spanning an ocean formed from incomparably chaotic Space Fissures.
No, it did not even count as a "bridge." It was a "Sea Lane," one of the few Sea Lanes through which one could safely pass above the raging ocean formed by Space Fissures.
No matter the method, once one left these Sea Lanes, Carbon-Based Life—and indeed all matter—would be swept into the random turbulence of Space Fissures, shattered and recombined at the molecular or