This was not a physical entity piercing through the matrix, but something that occurred on another level, a dimension belonging to the senses, inspiration, rationality, or perhaps the dimension of magic, the tunneling of quantum mechanics.
It felt incredibly smooth, like carving one's own wormhole without knowing where the end was, only able to keep moving forward, faster and faster.
Even time and sensation had become blurred, as if the soul were rocketing toward the universe, and Li Qingming had even forgotten he was standing somewhere.
Suddenly, the space ahead opened up, no more obstructions.
It seemed like he arrived in a place full of energy.
The end of the wormhole...
Li Qingming tried to continue feeling and moving forward, but no matter how his inspiration roamed, he could not exert any more strength.
It was as if a stream had entered the ocean, and there was no more stream.
Because it had become the ocean.
