From below, it looked like a small mountain.
But after climbing it,
Jiang Qiao discovered that the platform at the summit was incredibly vast, stretching so far that he could barely see its end.
The platform was filled with Lost Souls.
They stood in line,
waiting to enter Wangxiang Terrace.
Jiang Qiao first circled the area, only to discover that if he walked along the edge of the platform, no matter which direction he looked, he always saw the direction he had come from.
"The space here is chaotic."
"There's no normal north, south, east, or west. No matter where you descend, you'll end up where you came from."
After trying several times,
Jiang Qiao came up with a possibility: "It may not be that the Lost Souls have to enter Wangxiang Terrace. It's more likely that they can only continue forward after entering Wangxiang Terrace and coming back out."
He looked at the Lost Souls emerging from the small tower.
It seemed
that they were returning along the same route.
But clearly, those Lost Souls were completely distinct from the ones on the mountain, separated by an obvious boundary. Moreover, after descending the mountain and walking only a short distance, they vanished into the hazy mist.
Jiang Qiao's heart stirred, and he tried following them.
As a result, he discovered
that after descending the mountain with them,
the Lost Souls walking ahead gradually began to fade, eventually dissipating like phantom images.
Yet he did not disappear with them.
"Do I really have to enter Wangxiang Terrace?" Jiang Qiao frowned.
From the moment the Lost Souls began disappearing, he had watched them intently, but he had not detected any spatial passage at all. They seemed like truly illusory figures, vanishing into thin air.
After examining the matter several times without