After making sure there was no one else around, Huo Hai took out the three map fragments. The three maps looked utterly unremarkable, but only Huo Hai knew how strange they were.
He had no idea what these maps were made of, but Huo Hai was certain that they had only changed after entering this ruin—and had grown stranger by the moment. He had already realized that outside, these maps truly had been no different from ordinary ones. He had just tested it himself.
"The map fragments are getting tougher and tougher." Huo Hai tugged hard at a fragment in his hand. At first, he could barely deform it a little, but now, even using all his strength, he could not alter its shape in the slightest.
Come to think of it, when he had first entered this place, the maps had seemed capable of being stored in a Spatial Ring. Yet as time passed, they could no longer be placed inside one. By now, not even his Inner Space could contain them. Huo Hai shook his head. Forget it—everything about this place was strange to begin with.
Huo Hai pieced the maps together, then carefully poured his own spiritual power into them. At that moment, he discovered that as his spiritual power flowed in, the three map fragments suddenly erupted with a brilliant silvery-white radiance.
As the silvery-white light burst forth, the three map fragments actually left Huo Hai's hand and slowly floated into the air. Then, they gradually joined together, until not the slightest gap remained between them.
When the map fell back into Huo Hai's hand, the three fragments had completely fused into one. The tears between them had vanished without a trace, and there was no sign at all that the map had ever been ripped