Half a 2-hour period passed in the blink of an eye.
The crack expanded to hundreds of meters, just as everyone had anticipated, and even the escaping aura began to wane, stabilizing at a certain point.
"Let's go!"
"Get in!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
One after another, silhouettes leaped into the fissure. It's worth mentioning that people entering from different heavenly gates bore the unique characteristics of their respective gates' aura.
In the blink of an eye, the third layer of Mist Rain Town became desolate, with only the crack above remaining.
...
Shi Xiaole found himself deep within a labyrinth.
The roads in the maze were thousands of meters wide, and what was strangest was that in the distance seen by one's eyes, the roads did not narrow but remained parallel, seemingly not adhering to the principle of perspective.
As a result, be it the torches on the walls near or far, all appeared to be of the exact same size, causing Shi Xiaole to lose his sense of space.