'Transcendence... doesn't it exist?'
After arriving in the Sea of Creation, Mo Ling had acted as all sorts of gods and observed the world through the eyes of countless creatures.
He now shared the same feeling as the Little Elf:
Transcendence didn't exist.
The living have their suffering, and gods have their worries. No one could achieve true transcendence.
Just as Mo Ling was lost in thought, the Little Elf suddenly shifted their shared perspective to a certain spot.
"Your companion seems to be trapped."
At the Little Elf's reminder, Mo Ling quickly focused his attention on the puddle.
He saw Li Luo riding the Lego Bird, circling aimlessly within a constantly folding, mirrored space.
"It looks like they've accidentally stumbled into a mirror fissure."
"A mirror fissure?" Mo Ling asked, confused.
