Space fluctuated, the landscape transformed, yin and yang reversed.
"Between eight thousand kilometers and nine thousand kilometers from the ground..."
"Above the Gangwind Layer, there's no atmosphere, a typical structure of a Small World..."
Jiang Ding silently observed the changes in the space around him. Although he couldn't interfere with anything, he was no stranger to space and immediately noted down many pieces of data.
This data could become vital clues for capturing this fragment of the Nine Heavens in the future.
The misty and changing colorful threads around him began to mix and recombine, and, after a moment, they turned back into mountains, forests, and exotic beasts, restoring themselves from the state of spatial displacement.
Jiang Ding calmed the tumultuous mana within his body and concealed his figure once more before he began looking around.
