This is an unprecedented gamble.
Between chronic death and fleeting glory, the Taoist immediately decided to bet his life and began a race between life and death.
Tension, tension, tension!
The outermost layer of spiritual thoughts was crystallized, naturally replenished by the next layer.
He was like an ant in the sea of fire, constantly pushing forward.
Finally, after paying an extremely heavy price.
He suddenly squeezed!
He felt his spirit enter a small yet magnificent red space.
This was a red lattice world, like a prison.
Outside were orbital paths like nebulae, with strange luminous objects orbiting some core place.
Sometimes these luminous objects teleport to different tracks like space transfer.
This red crystal world was both vast and small, giving a sense of extreme contradiction and discomfort.
When thoughts expand, it seems endless, an infinite red lattice prison.
When thoughts immerse in a red lattice prison, vision becomes infinitely small.
