The time goes back to this morning,
right when Luo Di had just returned to the town with Gust.
In the basement,
Gust examined Luo Di's arm and the hole structure constructed in his palm, and then separated a large number of "little tongues" from them, which, like small fish, poured into it all at once.
"It's actually this deep inside, equivalent to an independent space cave. It seems you really have inherited some traits from the Outer Realm.
This strange ability of Outer Spatial manipulation might allow for some special traversal."
"What special traversal?"
Gust couldn't explain well, so he found a piece of white paper.
Using saliva, he drew two dots on the white paper.
"Generally, the movement of a living individual is a straight line from point A to point B, right? If there are obstacles on the way, detours are needed.
But with my kind of ability, I lubricate the space with my tongue.
