Chương 1882: Thousands of Possibilities

The road that had been eroded by time for billions of years let out a fragmented groan.

Meng Chao continued to blast his spirit power into the ground. With his palm as the center, the ground within a radius of several dozen meters rose up like an active, growing volcano. 

After two or three seconds of a stalemate, the ground below his palm gave way and left a palm-sized hole.

However, Meng Chao looked through the hole and saw nothing. 

From his observation of the surrounding roads, all the roads appeared to be more than three to five meters thick.

Yet, this hole… had no thickness at all.

It was like a piece of white paper... no, it was thousands of times thinner than a piece of paper or a cicada's wing. It was like a membrane made of nano-materials. In fact, it did not even have a "membrane." It was just a two-dimensional plane that lay flat in a three-dimensional space.