Zhou Fang felt the world around him descend into chaos.
He saw heaps of disorderly hemispherical buildings, trapezoids, spheres, and all manner of indescribable, irregular multidimensional geometric structures like a kaleidoscope appear around him.
They were the product of the surrounding light being twisted by this lock of high-dimensional chaotic spatial structures. All around him drifted a shifting, unstable fog, a mixture born from the diffraction of different rays of light between different dimensions. Within that gloomy, murky mist, danger flickered in and out of sight. One could not tell which part was dangerous, which part was the maze, and which part was a safe world.
If mortals had been sent to explore it, perhaps only the greatest of explorers could have reached the end—the shattered dimensions caused Zhou Fang's path through this place to veer toward the unknown.
From what he could see, the once-flat and boundless walls of space had risen and fallen. Mountain ranges built from fragments flashing with bizarre, dazzling colors abruptly appeared in every corner of the world. Further ahead, the world broke apart, and bottomless abysses lay everywhere.
This was an ominous cage, a room filled with cliffs. Its surroundings were black as carbon and brittle as glass—death filled every direction around him.
The only things separating Zhou Fang from the death around him were his learning and his arts.
Although Zhou Fang had cultivated for a long time, possessed psychological resilience beyond that of ordinary people, and had tempered his Dao heart for many years, he still could not stop his whole body from trembling at the thought.
"What a terrifying place..." Zhou Fang said, yet his eyes gleamed with the light of challenge.
Cracking this Dimension Maze would surely be interesting, wouldn't it?
But just as he was eager to try and