Of all the Legends present, aside from Zheng Qing, probably no one understood what the cat meant by that last remark.
Zheng Qing pretended not to hear its muttering.
Or its vicious glare.
Obviously, now was not the time to dwell on such trivial matters. He craned his neck and stared unblinkingly at the patch of void fracturing above the Xuanhuang Small World.
Compared to the enormous projected figures of the Legends, the Xuanhuang Small World was only about the size of a soybean, floating quietly at the center of the Seven-pointed Star Magic Array, its brightness flickering. Yet the region breaking apart above it—the severed dimension lines—covered an unknowable span of space, nearly as large as the Legends' heads.
Zheng Qing silently estimated the area of that "breach."
Then he looked again at the soybean-sized Small World.
His expression immediately turned bitter.
Anything falling from such a vast area, even a few ordinary void stones, would be enough to smash the Small World to pieces.
He let out a soft sigh and suppressed the sudden tension rising in his heart.
This was not his first encounter with the concept of higher dimensions.
Besides having traveled through the High-Dimensional World for a while under his teacher's guidance, after becoming a Legend, he had also extended his thoughts into higher dimensions several times, sensing those strange states where chaos and order coexisted. Three-Have Bookstore also contained many discussions of higher-dimensional concepts, and he had read quite a few of them.
Even so, among the Legends present, his knowledge was still the shallowest.
The Legends beside him—Professor Yao, the Rat Immortal, Zhongshan Old Madam, and even that Yellow Calico Cat who was unreliable all day long—had all traveled through countless worlds and witnessed innumerable unimaginable higher-dimensional phenomena.
And him?
At most, he