This was a space filled with cracks.
The entire world was like a mirror shattered countless times and then pieced back together. It seemed that with the faintest breeze, this place would break apart completely.
"This place is too fragile..."
Jiang Ding instinctively held his breath.
Though he was now merely a soul fragment controlling a temporary spatial body, and the disturbance he caused to space might not even equal that of a bee, he still could not be certain whether such a disturbance would trigger a spatial collapse—like a softly spoken word setting off an avalanche.
"This place is completely unusable!"
"Even transporting a Qi Refinement cultivator through it might not be possible."
Jiang Ding murmured.
After a brief calculation with his divine soul, he arrived at a somewhat grave conclusion.
This spatial passage was not something naturally formed by nature at all. It was a temporary passage created by an external force brutally piercing through space, only coming into being by coincidence.
Perhaps after another several hundred thousand years, this spatial "dammed lake" would collapse and vanish completely into the endless starry sky.
With deep concern, Jiang Ding did his utmost to suppress his presence. In the end, he became smaller than a speck of dust and continued onward into the depths of this world, shattered like a mirror.
Moving here was extremely difficult. Pitch-black spatial cracks lay everywhere, capable of easily killing Nascent Soul Cultivators.
This was even more so for Jiang Ding in his current state.
His strength was far too feeble now. He had completely weakened every trace of his existence to the utmost limit, not daring to bring any more power into this place.
The moment he touched any spatial crack, this temporary spatial body would instantly shatter and die.
"Slowly..."
Jiang Ding carefully