"Arrived?"
Arrived? Arrived? Arrived? Arrived …
Grimm's mutterings actually caused echoes in this endless world of bones. This did not conform to the most basic rules of the material world at all.
The so-called echo referred to the sound being reflected back. This was an incomparably empty world with no barriers. What was the medium for the echo?
For the time being, there were no possible dangers nearby. Grimm bent down and picked up a piece of bone. He used the Mask of Truth to examine it in minute detail.
"It's actually a substance that exists?"
It's actually a substance that exists? It's actually a substance that exists? It's actually a substance that exists …
Grimm began to adapt to the echoes here. After the automatic filtering, he focused his attention on the bone and summarized the most basic information.
This piece of bone was a faint gold color and was rich in hard metals. This proved that this creature had a strong physique. It was even possible that it was born as a Level 1 creature.
And based on the size of the little finger that Grimm was holding, Grimm speculated that this creature was likely to be a fellow whose size was comparable to his Level 3 Wild Instinct transformation when it was alive.
The density of this skeleton was astonishing. Even though it had been here for an unknown number of years, it was still automatically absorbing any energy around it. On one hand, this might be related to the creature's evolutionary talent. On the other hand, before this creature died, it was at least at the level of a World Lord!
With a thud, Grimm dropped the little finger in his hand and looked over.
There was an endless stretch of white bones, each of them dyed in a faint gold color. There was no end to it …
Could it be that these creatures were all World Lords when they were alive?
If that was the case, then it was too terrifying!
As far as Grimm knew, perhaps only the Xia He civilization that had disappeared in the annals of history, or the Abyss civilization that had developed to the pinnacle of civilization in the depths of the void, could be mentioned in the same breath as the terrifying army formed by countless World Lords.
Unfortunately …
Unfortunately, the bones here had been deposited for too long and had begun to decompose. There was no longer any value. Otherwise, if they were collected and traded to the Bone Demon World, it would be unimaginable.
Why did they appear here?
And what was the reason that caused them to become endless bones here?
"Little Eight?"
Even though he knew that it was impossible to summon it, Grimm still gave it a try. Unfortunately, there was no movement at all. Due to the separation of space and time, even Grimm and Little Eight's Space-Time Connection Talent were of no help.
The sky was dusky, as if there was no end to it. The Scepter of Hope floated in front of him like a compass needle, while the Robe of Representations was pointing in another direction for some reason. Grimm did not care about these things for the time being. Instead, he began excavating the layers of bones.
Grimm wanted to see if there was real earth beneath the layers of bones.
Even though everything in front of him seemed to be the real world, Grimm knew that it was like the Nightmare World. He was just an illusion. He could not lose himself here and treat himself as a part of this place and give up on finding a way to leave.
Otherwise, he would be completely sealed in time and space, treated by the Endless World as impurities trying to escape from this Dimensional Dimension, and digested by the Balanced Rules.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam …
Pieces of bones were excavated and thrown away by Grimm's Repulsive and Attractive Forces. The deeper he dug, the smaller the size of the bones and the denser they were.
Gradually, a huge pit with a diameter of more than a hundred meters and a depth of tens of meters appeared. Below it was the finest bone powder that had been decomposed and condensed together. One could imagine how solid it was.
Crackle!
Light and darkness intertwined and twisted. The destructive black electric arc bombarded the bone powder. After the power dissipated, Grimm's tri-colored eyes under the Mask of Truth looked at the smooth pit that he had blasted out a few meters wide. He frowned slightly, and then there was another crackling sound of light and darkness intertwining, and the destructive electric arc flashed.
Just like that, after many consecutive Destructive Force electric arcs, a huge smooth pit gradually formed. Grimm stood at the entrance of the pit and looked down. He said in a low voice, "As expected."
He saw that below the pit, the light spots were calm, as if they would never stop, slowly passing by. It was indeed the Fault of Time!
"This is the place that those who try to break through the constraints of the Dimensional Balance Rules with illusions, and the expedition of truth and fate, the God of Creation, the Heavenly Axiom, the origin … must pass through?"
Grimm thought of an answer that Little Eight had once given.
Woo woo woo woo …
At this moment, the strange sound of the wind was like the wailing of evil spirits. Grimm woke up from his thoughts and looked over. In the distance, there was actually a Time Storm!
The sky and the ground were intertwined and distorted. Occasionally, there would be an unknown and distant space-time projection that would disappear in a flash, destroying heaven and earth. There was no end to it at a glance. Being involved in such a terrifying storm, Grimm did not doubt that he would be torn to pieces by its terrible power in a short time.
Even a True Spirit Dominator would be terrified of it!
Almost without the slightest hesitation, Grimm sneaked into the smooth cave that had just been excavated. He looked up and waited quietly.
After a while, the howling wind swept wildly, and a series of distorted space-time cracks crisscrossed above his head.
Feeling the dense phenomenon of space-time disorder, Grimm could not help but feel a chill down his spine. It was as if he was a little mouse that had broken into the Dark Forest, or one of the World Lords that had been summoned to the battlefield of the Radiation World's civilization.
Ding Ding Dang Dang …
In addition to a large number of bone fragments filling up the pit and Grimm, suddenly, a crisp metal sound attracted Grimm's attention. With his sharp eyes and quick hands, a gravitational force pulled it over. It turned out to be a mini Burning Lamp that was only the size of a fingernail. It contained a rich Power of Time that was not inferior to the antique wall clock in Grimm's hand.
Frowning slightly, Grimm formed a wisp of flame at the tip of his finger.
Hu …
The faint radiance turned into a projection device. Through the mini Burning Lamp, Grimm actually saw a scene of light that appeared to be a letter from a distant history.
"I think I've found the edge of the lattice mentioned by the Ancient Keya civilization …"
In the light and shadow was a life form the size of a mouse. It stood like a human, and its turbid eyes revealed wisdom and erudition. It had a long beard and a long black tail, revealing its back. It wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and it was currently holding a book as it recorded towards the Lamp of Time.
The very first line left Grimm in shock. The edge of the box?
"Through my spiritual senses, I've found a deeper, brand-new illusory world that no one had explored before. It is more dangerous, more extreme, and more filled with historical riches. Allow me to name it the Dimensional Gate, for it is the only path to defeat the limitations of the box! I think it's time for me to go on my way, to follow the footsteps of this expert who has given me guidance, to follow his invincible army, to witness the meaning of our existence in the history of a higher dimension. What are we?! "
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