The deeper Lin Jun went into that space, the more familiar it felt. That sense of familiarity made his heart pound violently.
What exactly was it that made him feel this way?
As Lin Jun drew closer bit by bit, he gradually felt a resistance. Yet after seeming to inspect him, that resistance unexpectedly began to fade away.
It was as though this space had some kind of passage inspection. Lin Jun guessed that Yu Zhong had been unable to probe this space because of that resistance.
Even an existence like Yu Zhong, akin to a world's consciousness, could not enter this power?
Wasn't that a little too high-level?
Lin Jun shook his head, casting those strange thoughts from his mind. For some reason, the farther he entered this place, the more easily his thoughts ran wild. Even his mind had become far too active.
As Lin Jun continued onward, he finally reached the deepest part of this space.
How should he put it? This place was exceedingly strange.
Like the tower, it seemed to be pieced together from several things with entirely different art styles. And it was the kind of patchwork with no aesthetic sense whatsoever, its sense of disjointedness brutally stark.
Everything here was so disharmonious that Lin Jun could not describe this world with any words.
As had been said before, humans could not imagine things they had never seen. This place was precisely like that. Lin Jun had never seen anything here before and had no idea how to describe it.
It was too fractured. Lin Jun felt his eyes ache after merely glancing at the place, while that sense of disharmony made his stomach churn.
Fortunately, Lin Jun did not need much time to adapt. He then began observing the place carefully once more.