In the mist, the splitting process of the ancient 1 continues.

Every part of his body collapsed and ruptured quickly, and his entire body turned into thousands of extremely sparse fragments, which were reflected into the scattered tiny water droplets.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingertips, and pointed at the front casually.

The condensed light of electricity flashed in an instant, like a shrill and decisive sword light, silently without a trace of pedantic air, piercing into the smoke like a dream.

The space where the restricted restriction was still so quiet. In the thick smoke, a faint light lit up first, and then a dazzling and extremely dazzling light came.

After counting breaths, listen to the thunder in silence.

The dull and majestic rumbling sounded after aware of it, and the whole space trembled like a candle in the wind.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Looking around, Gu Yi was unable to see the figure of Gu Yi on the second floor. Li Ang frowned, and the heavy spiritual consciousness that looked like abyss and sea carefully swept across this place. Even the tiny dust appeared under the spiritual consciousness.

Ancient One disappeared?

Li Ang suddenly looked up and looked at the glorious Haoyang hanging above the sky outside the window, as well as the experimental volunteers who were sighing below, and everything seemed as usual.

Until he stroked the glass window and knocked it heavily with his fingernails.

The glass remained motionless, and the space was like an old photo taken by a camera, frozen.

"The Orb Refining Method of Human Immortals" was running wildly, and Li Ang punched the ground with a punch. The fist that could usually collapse the floor was turned into nothing but a dent on the ordinary marble tiles, and even the dents were not left behind.

"So that's it..." Li Ang murmured and stood up, shaking off the dust that did not exist on his clothes, and said calmly: "You use the fog as a guide to completely integrate yourself into this world. I am locked in it, like a turtle in a jar and a frog in a well. You can't even absorb the spiritual energy of the outside world. You will never be able to break out of this confinement by yourself alone."

No one responded, Li Ang took a step.

Every time he took a step forward, his body shrank by a minute. After ten steps, only half a candle was left as high as a candle.

"It's not that I'm shorter," Li Ang stopped, frowned and thought, and then thought carefully. After a while, he looked up and said, "It's the scale of the space around him that has changed."

There was still no answer, but the marble floors that had been magnified hundreds of times suddenly began to rise, and the gaps between the floor tiles turned into lonely walls, like elevator rooms dragged by traction machines, climbing upward at different rates.

The cross-section of the bricks was exposed, and the fine bubbles and hollow sacs that appeared in the stirring cement were exposed in front of Li Ang’s eyes, densely packed like an ant nest.

The tiles under Li Ang’s feet were trembling like an earthquake. He looked up and saw that the ceiling was falling downwards, and the whole world was closing.

Li Ang shook his head and chuckled, tapped the ground with his toes, and his body was like an arrow from a string. He rose and fell, crossed countless mountains and ridges, and ran wildly in this magnified strange floor.

boom!

The space made another twisting and creaking sound. The tiles that climbed to the extreme, like tall buildings, suddenly cut off in the waist, the lower half remained in place, but the upper half seemed slow and fast to fold in the middle, pressing over with unquestionable momentum.

The space just now was just closed up and down, and at this moment, the whole world was folding towards the center!

The sound of the bricks turning and closing is endless, connecting them. The ceiling pattern kisses the floor tiles in a tile, and the railings by the window are embedded in the cracks on the ground at random, without a gap at all.

The tiny Li Ang is like a small boat in the vast ocean, and is at risk of overturning at any time.

Faced with this situation, the young man in a white coat remained calm, but his expression was a bit strange.

He put his hands in his pocket, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is your attacking method paying tribute to Inception? Or is it a tribute to the second-rate short story "Beijing Folding" that was shortlisted for the Hugo Award?"

This complaint really seems a bit abrupt, so that the folding world has a slight irresponsible pause.

"Forget it, forget it if you don't understand." Li Ang sighed, his body was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he ran towards the end of the corridor.

Any spell that controls or folds the space will definitely have a closed fault. What is the mustard seed and amiss in Buddhism and the two-angle dust array in Taoism are all magical techniques developed based on this principle. As long as you find the originally abrupt and inappropriate fault, you can destroy this confinement effortlessly.

The world behind quickly retreated, and Li Ang passed through layer after layer of obstacles, but suddenly realized that he had returned to the origin.

The space is still folding, and I can't see the end of this straight corridor.

Leon thought for a moment and said loudly: "In 1858, German mathematicians Mobius and John Listin discovered that after twisting a strip of paper by 180 degrees, and then sticking the two sections of the strip together, forming a ring with a single-sided curved surface, which is the endless ring of Mobius."

He walked forward in vain, ignoring the folding effect of the world rumbling behind him, and walking on his own.

"This space is probably the same. By twisting the scale, the two-dimensional tight manifold is embedded into the three-dimensional manifold."

Li Ang closed his eyes, swept the dust on the ground with his toes, and whispered: "The never-breaking Mobius ring is the best example of describing the fiber clump model in topology.

The fibre originators, Professor Chen Shengshen and Professor Ellesman, pointed out that a fiber clump is a direct-component space that looks locally like spaces, but the whole can have a different topological structure than the direct-component space."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The folding effect spread to its limit, and the surging waves rushed towards Li Ang with an unstoppable vast momentum.

"The Mobius ring is a non-ordinary cluster in the circle. From a partial perspective, this space is no different from a cylinder, but there is a reversal at the overall level."

Li Ang slapped the ground with one hand, and the magnificent blue magic array was set up at first, but it was just a small point, and then it was like the seeds of a towering tree, sprouting quietly, stretching lazily, growing wildly, extending all the way, reaching the end of the invisible and invisible corridor.

"On this plane, no matter how I run, I can't get out of space. However, if I treat this Mobius ring as a running track..."

His magic array spread wildly along the space curves designed by Ancient One, spreading through the crazy folding space structures, and ran through the entire ring of Mobius until he reached Li Ang's feet.
Chapter completed!