It was difficult to describe what Xia Nan felt at that moment.
In a sense, as his sword blade slashed down on the Gravity Core, invisible ripples surged forth and spread.
His consciousness broke away from reality with it, entering some kind of microscopic world.
Everything before his eyes—the green of the meadow, the gray darkness of the clouds, the crimson of blood... all of it was replaced by simple, primal black and white.
Everything in his vision was reduced to blurred outlines.
And the Gravity Ripples that filled every corner like air.
The entire world, this space he occupied, seemed in that instant to become a three-dimensional, abstract water surface.
Every object enveloped within that space stirred up layer after layer of fine ripples across the "surface."
Xia Nan could no longer see the rain falling through the air like a continuous silver curtain. Even the cold sensation of droplets splashing against his body had weakened somewhat.
But from another, unprecedented perspective, he could clearly sense the Gravity Ripples spreading outward in ring after ring around each falling raindrop.
Fallen leaves, scraps of grass, the enemy's corpse slowly toppling backward—the ripples they stirred up on the "water surface" collided and overlapped, turning into countless chaotic yet orderly, intricate lines containing some kind of pattern, tangling and pulling at one another.
At that moment, Xia Nan felt as if he had seen the essence of the world.
If the progress he had made while trying to practice [Gravity Solidification] according to the Wild Mage's notes had been a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg, then right now, it was as if he had climbed to the summit of that iceberg and seen the vast, boundless ice plain below, and beheld the immense, endless, cold sky overhead.
Xia Nan tried