Crack, crack, crack—
The familiar sound rang out. Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan stopped at the same time as the six rooms above, below, left, right, ahead, and behind them shifted rapidly before finally settling at a certain point.
Another spatial distortion. The surrounding environment changed once more.
Lin Qiye, who had kept his eyes closed as he sensed his surroundings, slowly opened them.
"Horizontal: 19, 27, 33, 20, 17... Vertical: 04, 09, 37, 18, 23..." Lin Qiye sat on the floor with tightly furrowed brows, muttering nonstop under his breath.
His fingers lightly traced across the tiles, as though calculating something—or drawing something.
Meanwhile, Cao Yuan could only sit in a chair with his sword in his arms, watching Lin Qiye act all mysterious with a helpless look, feeling like an idiot.
After muttering for over two minutes, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh and slowly rose to his feet.
"Well?" Cao Yuan could not help asking.
"My Mental Power can only cover a hundred-meter radius around us. During the spatial distortions, I can't monitor every change completely, but I did notice some clues..."
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qiye gestured through the air with both hands. "The spatial distortions seem complicated, but they actually involve only two basic changes: rotation along a horizontal cross-section and rotation along a vertical cross-section. Every rotation angle is a whole-number multiple of a right angle, and which cross-section rotates each time is unpredictable. Although only one cross-section can rotate at a time, the rotations are extremely fast, creating the illusion of spatial chaos..."
Cao Yuan's head was spinning from listening. "So? Did you figure out the pattern of the spatial changes?"
"...No. The information I have is still too incomplete, and I haven't observed it enough times." Lin Qiye shook