If you divide an object infinitely, the smallest unit you're left with is the fundamental particle.
This was what Martin called the "cornerstone."
When Mo Ling learned this, he could no longer suppress the shock he felt inside.
'Could our world have been created?' Such a thought suddenly sprouted in Mo Ling's mind.
"What is the cornerstone that makes up our world?" he asked impatiently.
Hearing this, the normally serious Martin suddenly burst out laughing. He raised a finger and wagged it, teasing, "Take a guess."
He walked on, still laughing, but his words pierced Mo Ling's heart like a nail, forcing him to keep thinking.
'Could what he said be true?'
If sound could form a world, then other things certainly could too.
'What is the world I'm in now made of? And the world I was in before coming to the Abyss—was that made of something else, too?'
The more Mo Ling thought about it, the more unsettling it became, and the more suspicious he grew.
