novelbin Chapter 2586 The World Inside Mars 2
Chapter 2586 The World Inside Mars 2
Zhang Yi listened to Ling's words and seemed to understand something.
Just like his dimensional gate, although it is invisible to the naked eye, others who are also spatial ability users can feel the difference between it and the spatial level of the material world.
It's like pouring a layer of transparent glue onto the surface of water; it's impossible for it to fit perfectly.
Zhang Yi had no experience with this before. He sighed and said to Ling with a smile, "Then you can give me some pointers! You know I'm not very experienced in this area."
Ling didn't directly help Zhang Yi find the gap in the space; instead, she acted as a guide, silently staying by his side and offering him direction.
Upon hearing this, she pointed a finger at Zhang Yi's chest and said in a light tone, "In fact, all the power in the universe is ultimately the will of ether. Superpowers, psychic energy, and mechanical energy are just different appearances. At the same end, they are all the same, the shape of thought."
"Therefore, if you want to find the existence of the 'door', you only need to concentrate and use the power of ether to sense the fluctuations in space."
These words were very profound, and among everyone present, only Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin could understand them.
Because they have all been baptized by the ocean of spiritual matter, and their own consciousness has come into contact with the etheric world.
Zhang Yi seemed to have a sudden realization. He slowed his breathing and then, following the meditation methods of the Moon Man and Wang Yangming's "Mind Learning," gradually made himself forget himself and the world.
They almost forget their five senses, relying solely on their most primal instincts to perceive the world around them.
Gradually, the world he could perceive began to change.
What he saw was no longer the vast universe, but a bizarre and fantastical world conceived by the power of "longing".
Everything around was deconstructed, forming an existence like code.
Even the space itself is the same.
The texture of the space changed from delicate to rough, and the world was like a piece of polished glass. The "clicking" sound between the layers came from afar, like the beams of a wooden house expanding and contracting with the temperature on a winter night.
It turns out that the space of the material world is not so perfect, and everything the Creator created has flaws.
The space is like a floor covered with honeycomb, with gaps of all sizes.
He no longer "looked," but instead used his fingertips to feel the end of a whole roll of transparent tape—that barely perceptible rough edge that would pull the whole roll apart.
His movements suddenly stopped.
In one area, an almost invisible "flaw" is like a speck of dust on a mirror, but instead of falling with gravity, it gently "floats" against the direction of the line of sight.
The light bends at that point, like it's been twisted into an extremely thin rope.
Dust from Martian storms loses focus and veers away as it gets close, as if it has hit some kind of nameless wall.
"found it."
Zhang Yi uttered two words, his voice low, but his expression showed a hint of excitement.
The more carefully you observe that point in space using the concept of "longing," the more obvious it becomes.
Zhang Yi also had some doubts. For example, if even he could discover the cracks in the Martian alternate dimension, then the level of this Martian civilization probably wasn't very high.
However, the purple pyramid we saw earlier—a stellar-level energy collector—clearly came from a very advanced civilization.
He's now somewhat unsure about his assessment of the Martian civilization's strength.
He asked Ling again, "Ling, do you think I shouldn't provoke a civilization of this level?"
Zhang Yi felt a little uneasy.
Ling glanced at him indifferently. "This civilization has already fallen into ruin. Otherwise, the traces of the folded space should be more concealed."
She had long ago discovered the point where space folds, and therefore concluded that Martian civilization had long been lost.
Otherwise, with Zhang Yi's current strength, he would not be able to find its existence at all.
Zhang Yi was relieved after hearing Ling's words.
"Lend me your sword."
He reached out his hand to Ling without any hesitation.
Ling took the huge ice-blue greatsword from behind her back. The sword shrank at her will, becoming the size that Zhang Yi could use.
Zhang Yi accepted the Eternal Sword of Judgment.
The back of the sword was dull, like a silver ingot that had been polished repeatedly until the patterns were no longer visible.
Zhang Yi raised the sword in his hand, and a huge dark vortex unfolded behind him!
The Netherworld unfolded into a river beneath the sword's edge.
That wasn't water; it was a river of pitch-black dark matter, silent as a night raven, yet the tides surged wildly.
"Grand burial in the underworld!"
Zhang Yi swung his sword fiercely at that spatial node!
The power of the Netherworld can soothe everything, including spatial nodes in the outer universe.
The dark river narrowed into a line, like ink being drawn into threads by a brush, rushing from the sword's edge into a node the size of a speck of dust.
Then came a long, momentary pause, as if the core of some ancient mechanism had been touched.
"Click——"
It's not what you hear with your ears, but the voice the world speaks for itself.
A very fine crack appeared at that point, and light slid down at an angle onto the inside, like frost flowers quietly growing inside glass.
The door, visible only to those with spatial abilities, slowly opened before Zhang Yi.
However, the door closed rapidly the moment it appeared.
Zhang Yi gripped the sword hilt, took a step forward, and quickly crossed over.
"Shh!"
The scene before my eyes was changing rapidly, and a gust of wind swept over me.
It's not Martian wind.
The wind carried the smell of salt and rust, like the dampness left after the sea crashes against the steel dock.
Zhang Yi looked up and saw a vast, dim yellow sky.
It was a sky that seemed to have been polished until its color was dull, and the clouds were like silk that had lost its color.
At the edge of the distant sky, there is a suspended man-made celestial body—it resembles both the sun and the moon, lacking warmth yet extremely bright.
This is an artificial sun in the Martian world—something that almost every civilization that excavates underground or independent spaces would create.
Because most of the races created by the Creator cannot survive without the light.
The artificial sun was enormous, silently suspended at the horizon where the sky meets the sea, with only half of it visible above the water. It was so still that it seemed as if it would never move.
Zhang Yi hovered in mid-air, looking around and surveying the world.
The Martian underworld resembled a lost civilization; he saw no life, only desolation.
The sea stretched out to the left, as black as the back of obsidian, with low-lying waves and white foam like fine salt.
The shoreline stretches out, abruptly ending in mid-air, a section of the broken bridge clinging to the sea mist like a knife blade that had been forcibly snapped in two.
The sand was extremely fine and white, so light it seemed to melt on your fingertips.
Beneath the sand lie metallic skeletons, occasionally revealing a section of rusty red ribs, like the ribs of a stranded behemoth.
Further away, rows of buildings sit quietly on the sea of sand—not buildings, but shadows emaciated by the wind, their glass curtain walls like wind chimes, catching the wind and emitting a dense, fragmented sound.
As you move inland from the mainland, the mountains rise and fall. But those mountains aren't rocks; they're machines.
The mountain ridges are like racks, the mountain peaks are like bearings, the black "rock skin" is like solidified lubricant, and the mountain lungs exhale every long while, spraying out a trail of pale gray dust before settling back into stillness.
Between the mountains hangs a broken suspension bridge, its surface a net woven from cables. Beneath the net lies nothing but the wind, which squeezes through, whistling like a pipe organ.
A half-submerged city emerged halfway from the sand.
The streets were filled with sand until they were only wide enough to be counted, and the streetlights looked like a row of nails stuck in the sea.
The advertising screen's frame is still there, the exposed fluorescent tubes occasionally flashing, writing some dead language into the night, only to go out the next second.
In the center of the square stands a giant statue with bent knees—not a human, but a giant bionic machine used for combat. It kneels there, its hands on the ground and its head drooping, as if listening to the pulse of the earth.
Time has rusted its back, and the rust has spread into dark red vines.