Values Filled in with His Feet

He still did not dare gamble, did not dare bet that he was truly so lucky.

Like any human being, after being locked in a little black room until they broke down, he would feel incomparable terror at the thought of entering another little black room—even if it was no longer a little black room, but merely an ordinary dark, cramped space.

Unless, someday, he completely mastered the method of creating a white portal from the Minecraft world to come here again.

Otherwise, he would never dare gamble lightly on being able to use coordinate teleportation in this new world to leave the sealed area.

After careful consideration, Fang Zheng switched from Spectator Mode back to Creative Mode.

"Spectator Mode flies far too slowly, and my view is obstructed. I can't see the boundary, so who knows when I'll leave this area. It looks like I can only try Creative Mode first and see whether I can find a solution."

Thus, within the mountain of golden-red crystals formed from the powers of slaughter, suppression, and refinement, the cries of the Vermilion Bird and roars of the White Tiger emitted by the Law Rune Chains suddenly rang out once more. The killing power of the incomplete Four Symbols Killing Array locked onto the target that had abruptly appeared and began to surge violently, tangling around him.

Amid that upheaval.

Thud, thud, thud...

The Block Person, wedged immovably between two blocks of golden-red crystal, continuously swung its blocky arms through the terrain. One golden-red crystal after another shattered directly, allowing Fang Zheng's body to inch forward at the slow rate of one block per second.

After digging for a while, Fang Zheng carefully watched the surrounding substance grow steadily brighter and increasingly opaque in texture, as though it were gradually transforming from some kind of gemstone into golden-red metal. It made him more and more irritated.

What irritated him was that although the crystal substance encasing him, containing increasingly dense and numerous Rune Chains, likewise could not withstand the blows of Creative Mode—

Once he smashed out a block-sized gap, the surrounding golden-red crystals would pause for an instant before spewing out vast quantities of thick, paste-like Rune Chains, like lava. In the next frame, golden-red power would spread out and condense into crystals, rapidly filling the gap.

As a result, even if Fang Zheng quickly broke open a two-block gap and squeezed inside, he would still be sealed and stuck by the rapidly healing crystals, just as if he had been buried in sand in Minecraft.

He had no choice but to repeatedly break the two blocks of crystal burying him and the two blocks before him before he could painstakingly advance a single block.

Digging is useless. If this keeps up, I might as well switch to Spectator Mode and fly slowly.

Fang Zheng carefully observed the space around him and sighed inwardly again.

I remember seeing something that looked like a spatial rift earlier, didn't I?

If I threw an Ender Pearl into it, where would I be teleported?

He had originally wanted to take a small risk, but after examining the area for a long while, Fang Zheng still could not find the spatial rift that should have been there.

There isn't even the slightest gap around me. I can't even teleport by throwing an Ender Pearl.

Fang Zheng temporarily stopped striking the crystals. He took a deep breath inwardly and quietly muttered to himself, "Fang Zheng, calm down! You finally made it to this new world. Keep your mindset steady."

"At least for now, this thing that seems to be an array can't hurt you. And in Spectator Mode, you can still move freely. It can't trap you."

"Don't get impatient, and don't panic. Take it slow and think carefully. You'll definitely find a faster way to break free of this seal."

"Even if you can't find one, at worst you'll just spend more time flying in Spectator Mode. You'll get out eventually."

After smashing another block, Fang Zheng stared unblinkingly at the entire process as Rune Chains poured from the surrounding golden-red crystals and filled the gap. This thing sealing me is most likely some kind of sealing energy released by an array from the Xianxia World.

Fang Zheng keenly noticed that as time passed, the color of the golden-red crystals around him grew deeper. The brightness they emitted, after gradually increasing at first, slowly reached its peak before beginning to dim further and further.

Perhaps this meant that, as time passed, the crystals sealing him were shifting from their initial high-energy excited state toward a more stable state. Their energy was becoming increasingly restrained, their density higher, and their structure more solid.

Thinking of the fantasy and xianxia novels he had read, this likely meant that the higher the energy density of the crystals, the lower their apparent activity, while the strength of the seal increased accordingly—until the prisoner within became an insect trapped in amber.

Perhaps it was like molten metal gradually solidifying, its strength reaching its peak.

At the same time, he noticed that whenever he smashed out a block-sized gap, as the surrounding crystals became dimmer, the viscous Rune Chains that poured out seemed to slow slightly. Yet their texture became more like real metal, and they looked as though they had become even more powerful.

Fang Zheng silently took several deep breaths, striving to calm himself completely. Then he began reviewing every scene he had seen after emerging from the Hell Gate, trying to uncover more useful information and find a way to break the current predicament.

Fang Zheng recalled, "The White Tiger and Vermilion Bird that attacked from the direction of the city wall took roughly two seconds from the moment I saw them appear above the wall to the moment they reached me and attacked."

"If the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird I saw did not use some spell like Dharma Heaven and Earth to grow larger while approaching me, but merely looked smaller at greater distances and gradually grew larger in my field of vision as they drew nearer..."

Fang Zheng recalled the size of the fur between the White Tiger's paw pads when its claw had come completely close to him. With his less-than-outstanding mathematical knowledge, he made a simple estimate.

"If this White Tiger and Vermilion Bird never grew larger during their approach, then judging roughly from the outrageous fact that just the tips of the fur between the White Tiger's paw pads were hundreds of times larger than Mount Everest..."

"This White Tiger was approximately 500 million kilometers tall, equivalent to 359 Suns lined up end to end. From head to tail, its length was roughly three times its height—around 1.5 billion kilometers—requiring approximately 1,077 Suns lined up in sequence to reach that length."

"By comparison, although the Vermilion Bird was brighter because its entire body was aflame, it was far smaller. It was probably only a little larger than the Moon, with a height of around 3,600 kilometers..."

"If I strictly calculate according to this size ratio, combine the proportions the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird displayed in my vision while they were still on the city wall, then factor in the two seconds they took to reach me from the wall and their actual sizes, and plug those parameters into the viewing-angle formula, 'θ = 2 * arctan((d/2)/D),' I can get the answer."

"That terrifyingly enormous city wall was roughly 700 light-years from where I am now..."

"And the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird crossed 700 light-years in roughly two seconds to reach me. Their average speed was 350 light-years per second, which worked out to approximately 11 billion times the speed of light..."

"Hm?"

"Hm???"