The laws of space had become extraordinarily active here, yet incomparably chaotic.
One moment, the solid ground beneath one's feet was firm as stone; the next, space might twist slightly, shifting the landing point by half an inch.
The distant scenery looked as though it were being viewed through ever-changing curtains of water, clear one moment and blurry and distorted the next.
Gravity was even more erratic—light as a feather at times, heavy as a mountain on one's back at others—changing without any pattern across extremely small areas.
"Transforming all things, nurturing heaven and earth..."
Zhan Feng let out a breath of stale air. Looking at the vast yet shattered scene before him, he clicked his tongue twice and said,
"Where the hell does this look like a tomb? This is clearly an inner world formed when a Saint poured all their comprehension of the laws into a stretch of space!"
"And one that's about to fall apart. This is far too dangerous."
Venerable Lieyang, who led the group, wore an incomparably grave expression, his voice dry with a trace of disbelief.
"Indeed. To refine and evolve the laws one has comprehended to such a scale, condensing them into an almost real Small World."
"This senior's realm is likely far more terrifying than we estimated."
"Though the Dao resonance circulating here has already become chaotic and incomplete, the breadth of its framework and the solidity of its foundation far exceed our imagination."
"The more complete the Small World shaped by a Saint through their own cultivation, the closer it comes to a true Cosmos. That signifies a higher realm and stronger control over the fundamental laws."
"The decline of this place is not because its former master lacked cultivation, but because the great power sustaining it had finally been exhausted