"This…" Lin Mu and Xing Duyi both stared in astonishment as countless threads suddenly appeared from the rift.
The ethereal threads wove themselves over the rift's opening, forming a delicate, convex membrane. As the membrane took shape, the scene within the Spatial Rift began to shift and transform.
A vague structure emerged within the rift, though its details were shrouded in a blurry haze. Lin Mu squinted, trying to make sense of it, but it was indistinct. A few moments later, more threads appeared, weaving together to create a second lens in front of the first. The image began to sharpen, offering greater clarity.
"Ruins?" Lin Mu murmured as the structure came into focus.
