The power of space-time covered both eyes, and everything in front of Xu Ping'an changed in appearance.
Surrounding space was no longer just a simple view, but had become a three-dimensional grid composed of strands of thread.
Where there was an object, the threads would bend, indicating that the object's existence distorted space to a certain extent.
However, this distortion was quite subtle, imperceptible to ordinary people.
The heavier the object, the more severe the spatial distortion.
"Is this the structure of space?" Xu Ping'an murmured to himself.
At that moment, he felt a deeper understanding of space.
But now was not the time to observe spatial patterns, his task was to find the entrance to the small world.
The so-called small world was actually a new space carved out beyond the space they were currently in.
And this space wouldn't be entirely closed off; there had to be a spatial entrance connecting to this new space.