The worst-case scenario did not happen.
Su Ming had actually considered whether none of the five paths was correct, whether they had stepped onto a dead end from the very beginning—some unpleasant situation like that.
But in the end, he had overthought it. Infinity Crossroads was not some mechanism within an imperial tomb. It was called a road because it was meant for people to travel upon; there were no malicious traps.
Its essence was to allow intelligent life forms that entered it to conduct Dimensional Travel. It was a highway connecting numerous Technological Dimensions, much like the Winding Path on the Magic Dimension side.
As for whether creatures would get lost after entering? Whether they would Kick the Bucket in an unfamiliar dimension?
They could only blame themselves for not knowing the way. Could they blame the road for being bad?
This was when intelligence-gathering abilities mattered. If you were not capable enough, death always came suddenly.
The last path before Deathstroke and the others was the correct one. Beyond it lay another vast white space, empty and silent. Other than some strange corpses piled in the corners, everything was peaceful.
Under Doom's control, the Floating Island flew into the passage. A flash of light surrounded them, and they arrived inside the second box, once again facing a choice of five paths.
That was how Infinity Crossroads worked. Every time one entered a new box, one could choose from five passages. The boxes it connected to often offered another five choices at the next level. Layer upon layer, they multiplied exponentially, forming a vast pyramid-shaped network.
Only a handful of people who knew the routes could come and go freely through this complex network.
The astronomer Su Ming had planned to find earlier was one such person. Her Stellaris