"If I moved farther away from this world, the projection should get bigger, right?"
As long as the height increased, the projection would grow larger.
"I need to get farther away from this world."
Mo Ling immediately made up his mind. He could not let his vision remain confined to a tiny corner of the sandbox. He had to see more places...
As he thought, Mo Ling raised his head and looked upward.
At the same time, the Cube in the plaza gradually began to rise, becoming increasingly blurry.
"Are you leaving?"
A strange statue came up beside Mo Ling.
It was a member of the Cha Li Clan. The tree roots it used to communicate had already wound around Mo Ling's ankles.
"I have to get farther away from this world to see more things," Mo Ling told it.
"If you get too far from us, you'll lose your way. We'll never be able to intersect again," the Cha Li Clan member said worriedly.
"Do you have a way?" Mo Ling asked curiously.
"Let me think..." The Cha Li Clan member's roots swayed, as though it were seriously considering the matter.
Very quickly, it came up with an idea:
"Let's use tree roots to tie you up! As long as you don't fly too high, we'll be able to pull you back."
"Will that work?" Mo Ling asked doubtfully.
"Of course. Even if you separate from everything else, you'll still intersect with us."
As it spoke, the Cha Li Clan member called its companions over to Mo Ling's side.
"We'll tie you up tight. We'll always intersect," the Cha Li Clan members said confidently.
"I believe you." Mo Ling nodded.
He believed in the Cha Li Clan, and he believed in his own "heart."
Very soon, the Cha