At this moment, the space between the fourth floor and the fifth floor of the library was elevated to an inconceivable extent.
The gap in the middle seemed like a chasm, especially with the red moonlight streaming in, which resembled a massive mural on a cathedral wall, both sacred and eerie.
Of course, the greatest problem was that everything around could be seen at a glance.
Within this vast area, all things appeared to have suffered from the strike of a two-dimensional foil, collapsing into a blend of gray silhouettes that adhered to the surface of the surrounding walls, revealing no evident path upward.
"This is a bit different than what I imagined!"
Fu Qian frowned.
"That's not surprising."
"Nightmares are filled with distortion and death; one must not assume things based on everyday understanding, or else you will quickly be killed by your own mistakes."
"Got it, thanks for the reminder."
Fu Qian said.
