"What is this?"
Wang Zijia's golden pupils flickered, yet he couldn't discern any information about the hemispherical silver domain before him.
After carefully studying for a while with no results, he hesitated for a moment. After sensing various backup plans to ensure there were no mistakes, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated. He stepped into the silver sphere, about the size of a dozen soccer fields.
As he made contact with the orb, a dense flood of space-time and information surged forth. Wang Zijia felt as though he had plunged into a sea of space-time and information flows.
Unlike traveling through space-time or stepping into the Time-Space Long River, these forces were more prominent, had greater erosive qualities, and were more manifest.
It seemed that, in an instant, Wang Zijia would be transformed into a cluster of data or swept away by the passage of time, turned into a pile of dry bones.
