Liu Di saw hope.
He broke off a corner of the "orange glass shard" representing the fourth dimension on the back of his hand, narrowed his eyes, and snapped the fine threads behind it one by one.
Each time he snapped one, his world seemed to tremble slightly.
Before long, that small isolated shard of glass turned into specks of starlight and vanished into thin air.
Looking back at the back of his hand, the colorful virus had dimmed considerably, and its area had shrunk by nearly a centimeter.
Though it was only a small patch on the back of his hand, it proved that the method was correct.
Liu Di grew even more delighted and continued reaching for the pale green virus layer representing the Fifth Dimension World.
He broke off another piece, snapped the fine threads again, and continued testing.
Then came the virus layer representing the Sixth Dimension, like a green gemstone.
Throughout the process, Liu Di kept walking forward with his head lowered.
The curve of his lips grew wider and wider, and his fascination deepened.
Finally.
He fixed his gaze on the seventh dimension, a pale gray layer.
By then, the virus on the back of his hand, which he had repeatedly undermined at its source, had shrunk to half its original size and lost most of its luster.
Liu Di reached for the gray layer. It was very thin, seeming as fragile as an ice crystal.
But when Liu Di pinched it, his brows drew together slightly. It felt as if he were trying to break off a corner of the world itself, and what came back through his fingertips was an unbreakable hardness.
Liu Di's brow furrowed even tighter.
He exerted more force.
His entire world seemed to tremble. Creaking sounds filled the