In the mist, the division process of the Ancient One continued.

Every part of his body quickly crumbled and disintegrated, and his entire body was reduced to thousands of extremely scattered fragments, reflected into the scattered tiny droplets of water.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingertips, and casually pointed a little forward.

The lightning condensed to the extreme flashed and disappeared, like a terrible and resolute sword light, silently, without a trace of pedantic turbidity, piercing into the smoke like a dream.

The forbidden space was still so quiet, and in the thick smoke, a faint light first lit up, and then ushered in a dazzling and extremely bright light.

After a few breaths, I listened to the thunder in the silence.

A dull and majestic rumble sounded in hindsight, and the whole space shook like a candle in the wind.

The smoke gradually cleared.

As far as the eye could see, the figure of the ancient one could not be seen on the entire second floor, Li Ang frowned, and the thick spiritual consciousness like the abyss and the sea carefully swept here, and no matter how tiny the dust was, it was fine under the spiritual consciousness.

The Ancient One disappeared?

Li Ang looked up sharply, looking out the window at the brilliant sun hanging above the sky, and at the sighing experimental volunteers below, looking like everything was normal.

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

The glass does not move, and the space freezes like an old photograph taken by a camera.

"Human Immortal Refining Method" was running wildly, Li Ang slammed his fist to the ground, and the fist that could usually collapse the floor was futile, but it was useless on the mediocre marble tiles, and not even a dent was left.

"So that's the case..."Li Ang muttered and stood up, shook off the dust that did not exist on his clothes, and said indifferently: "You use the mist as a guide to completely integrate yourself into this world, and I am locked in it, just like a turtle in an urn and a frog in a well, I can't even absorb the aura of the outside world, and I will never be able to break out of this confinement by myself." ”

When no one responded, Leon took a step.

With each step he took, his figure shrank by a minute, and after ten steps, he was only half as tall as a candle.

"It's not that I've become shorter," Li Ang paused, frowned and pondered, and only looked up after a moment before he looked up and said, "It's that the scale of the surrounding space has changed." ”

There was still no answer, but the marble floors, which had been magnified hundreds or thousands of times, suddenly began to rise, and the cracks in the floor tiles turned into lonely walls, like elevator compartments dragged by tractors, climbing at different rates.

The cross-section of the bricks was exposed, and the empty sacs of fine bubbles that appeared in the mixed cement were exposed to Leon's eyes, densely packed like an ant's nest.

The tiles shook like an earthquake beneath Leon's feet, and he looked up as the ceiling fell downward, and the whole world snapped shut.

Leon shook his head and chuckled, his toes tapped the ground, his body was like an arrow from a string, and he jumped and fell, crossing countless mountains and mountains, and running wildly in this enlarged and strange floor.

Rumble!

The space made a tooth-aching creaking sound, and the tiles that had climbed to the extreme, like high-rise buildings, suddenly cut off at the waist, the lower half remained in place, and the upper half seemed to slowly and quickly fold towards the middle, pressing over with undoubted momentum.

Just now, the space was just closing up and down, and at this moment, the whole world is folding towards the center!

The sound of bricks folding and closing together clicked endlessly, connecting into one piece. The ceiling kisses the tiles of the floor, and the railing by the window is embedded in the cracks in the ground, and there is not the slightest gap to speak of.

The insignificant Leon is like a flat boat in the vast ocean, which is in danger of capsizing at any time.

Faced with this situation, this young man in a white coat still remained indifferent, but his expression was a little strange.

He put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The way you attack, is it a tribute to Inception?" Or is it a tribute to the second-rate short story "Beijing Folding", which was shortlisted for the Hugo Award? ”

This sentence of complaint really seems a little abrupt, so that the world that is folding has a slight imperceptible pause.

"That's it, if you don't understand, forget it." Leon sighed, his body like electricity, and ran towards the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Any spell that manipulates and folds space will definitely have a closed side of the fault, what is the mustard seed in the Buddha Gate, and the Liangyi Dust Array in the Dao Gate, all of which are based on this principle, and as long as you find the inappropriate fault on the original side, you can effortlessly destroy this piece of confinement.

The world behind was rapidly retreating, and Leon swept through layer after layer of obstacles, only to suddenly find himself back to square one.

The space was still folding, and as far as the eye could see, there was no end to the straight hallway.

Leon pondered for a moment and said aloud: "In 1858, the German mathematicians Morbius and Johann Listin discovered that after twisting a piece of paper by 180 degrees, and then gluing two pieces of paper together, it forms a ring with a unilateral curved surface, that is, the never-ending Möbius ring. ”

He strolled forward leisurely, ignoring the folding effect of the world that was rumbling behind him, and walked on his own.

"This space is probably the same, by distorting the scale, so that the two-dimensional compact manifold is embedded in the three-dimensional manifold,"

Leon closed his eyes, swept the dust on the ground with his toes, and whispered, "The never-ending Möbius ring is the best example of depicting the fiber plexus model in topology.

The proposers of fiber slaves, Professor Chern and Professor Ehlersmann, have said that a fiber bundle is a space that looks like a direct product of space separated by a part, but the whole can have a different topology than the direct product space. ”

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The folding effect spread to the limit, and those roaring waves rushed towards Li Ang with an unstoppable immenseness.

"The Möbius ring is a non-trivial cluster on a circle, and locally, this space is indistinguishable from a cylinder, but there is a twist on the overall level."

Li Ang slapped one hand on the ground, and the faint blue magnificent magic circle that was randomly laid out was only a small point at first, and then like the seed of a towering tree, it sprouted quietly, stretched lazily, and grew savagely, all the way to the end of the invisible corridor.

"On this plane, no matter how much I run, I can't get out of space. However, if you think of this Möbius ring as a runway that repeats itself......"

This magic circle of his spread wildly along the spatial warp designed by the Ancient One, overflowing those wildly folded spatial structures, and running through the entire Möbius Ring until it reached the feet of Leon.

"The space you designed is good," Leon watched the circle devour and chew the tiles, walls, and ceilings, the basic materials that make up the circulating space, and removed all the anchor points of the imprint left by the ancient one, and said with a smile, "Now it's mine." ”