Outside, it's still mountains, the endlessly repeating mountains, layered upon each other, like ripples created after space shrinks on a small scale.
After recovering from the heart-stopping acceleration, deceleration, and dizziness of the journey, Yu Sheng saw the "continuously repeating mountains" Hu Li had described.
The continuous mountain ranges were like spreading ripples, endlessly extending in his field of vision, shrouded in a hazy mist between them, with no other outlines visible amid the swirling fog except for "mountains."
Yu Sheng's eyebrows furrowed tightly as he stared for a long time at those distant mountains that seemed as if they were duplicated, infinitely repeating. Then he suddenly remembered the coffee shop where he met Baili Qing—the coffee shop also infinitely repeated and stretched just like this, all the way to the horizon.
