This is a space full of cracks.
The entire world is like a mirror shattered countless times and then pieced together again, as if a gentle breeze could completely break it apart.
"This place is too fragile..."
Jiang Ding instinctively held his breath.
Although he was currently a soul fragment manipulating a temporary space body, stirring up less disturbance than a bee, he still couldn't determine whether this degree of disturbance would cause a space collapse, much like an avalanche triggered by a soft whisper.
"This place is totally unusable!"
"Even transmitting a Qi Practitioner over might not be feasible."
Jiang Ding whispered.
After a brief calculation, his Divine Soul reached a rather heavy conclusion.
This space channel was not something naturally formed by the forces of nature but was crudely pierced through space by external force, a temporary channel formed by coincidence.
