Mobius Ring?
Klein Bottle?
Was this the Supernatural World or the world of mathematics?
Damn it!
"Is this the truth?"
"That Klein Bottle-like space leads to the homeland. It intersects with the River of Forgetfulness, which blocks its entrance. At the same time, the River of Forgetfulness also guards that mysterious stele... It might be the Three Lives Stone."
Jiang Qiao roughly understood:
"So the River of Forgetfulness really is a moat."
"If we go by the myths and legends."
"Then isn't the homeland the true netherworld? Damn, that actually makes sense."
To this world.
Wasn't his "old home" the land of the netherworld?
However...
Just as Jiang Qiao was about to carefully observe this temporal structure, he suddenly felt weightless. That vast will seemed unable to remain in the real world for long and began retreating like a tide.
Jiang Qiao also gradually withdrew from a state of immense joy and absolute freedom.
For a moment.
He actually felt a little lost.
But soon.
Jiang Qiao suppressed the regret and emptiness in his heart.
As his consciousness returned, he regained control over the Red Moon power.
At the same time.
The Bridge Spirit, whose repeated attacks had failed, keenly noticed that although the Red Moon power had not weakened, it had undergone some kind of change. It was no longer as impenetrable as before.
Looking again now.
It clearly noticed that the scarlet defenses, which had been like an iron wall, were riddled with obvious gaps.
That faintly perceptible.
Cold and inviolable aura of strangeness.
Had also vanished.
"Does this Red Moon fragment still contain some remnant of the Red Moon's will from back then? Did the will just manifest to explain something to him?" the Bridge Spirit thought.
It had lived for far too long.
Over the endless