It sounded like glass cracking crisply. With a casual swipe, a clear fissure appeared.
His figure blurred, and his avatar turned into a streak of light that swiftly slipped through the crack. The next second, the thin fissure vanished without a trace.
"This is truly spectacular," Lin Zhichen exclaimed.
Although he had already witnessed this scene through Sage Meng Hui's shared senses, he was still awestruck by the boundless mountain range before him as he entered this place again.
"If the mythological Mount Buzhou really existed, it would probably look just like this."
As far as the eye could see, mountains stretched endlessly. Even with his divine sight, it took him a while to roughly calculate the shape and size of this gigantic range.
This self-contained dimension of special space-time was like the legendary round heaven and square earth, imposing boundaries on the four directions of heaven and earth. A mountain over a million kilometers tall thrust straight into the Sky Dome, meeting the celestial pole of this space-time.
Its base, meanwhile, met the nadir of the space-time. It truly stood between heaven and earth—a fitting description for this impossibly vast mountain range.
A towering pillar of heaven formed its core, with five long, dragon-like mountain ranges stretching out in every direction toward the four poles of the space-time. From the gaps between the ranges extended fan-shaped expanses of hills, plains, forests, lakes, and other terrain, stretching as far as the eye could see.
This was a natural world fit for habitation, its area beyond estimation. Any basin or hollow could easily serve as the site of a vast settlement capable of accommodating tens or even hundreds of billions of people.
"The Psionics density has reached one hundred thousand. Incredible—that exceeds the standard for a high-grade Gaia Planet." Through their