The scene before Lin Shen's eyes became bizarre and uncanny, as though his viewing distance had been pulled infinitely closer.
More and more mysterious sights of the microscopic world unfolded before Lin Shen's eyes.
Lin Shen felt as though he had boarded an ultra-high-speed train, racing forward without pause as the scenery before his eyes changed at breakneck speed.
Of course, Lin Shen had not actually moved. Only his vision had continued to delve deeper into the microscopic world.
The fantastical sights Lin Shen saw had already become impossible to describe with words, until the scene before him suddenly burst apart like an explosion of light.
Lin Shen's pupils and eyes were dyed a blazing white by that burst of light.
When Lin Shen regained his vision, he discovered that what lay before him was completely different from before.
The Wall Mountain was gone. The little figure patterns were gone. The cartoon playing on the communicator was gone.
There was only a gate before him—a black gate.
That gate stood in the void, its edges seeming to merge with the emptiness itself, like a gate leading beyond the void into a New World.
Black iron chains coiled around the gate, binding it as tightly as someone trussed up with ropes.
Where the chains crossed, ancient iron locks fastened the intersecting chains together.
One... two... three... Lin Shen counted them. There were ten iron locks in total, firmly securing the chains wrapped around the gate.
What is this place? Is this gate within the microscopic world? Lin Shen pondered, but he quickly sensed that something was wrong.
He tried adjusting his viewing distance, yet no matter how he adjusted it, whether drawing it closer or pulling it farther away, the gate before him remained utterly unchanged.
If what he was seeing