The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 109 Folding
Amidst the mist, the splitting process of Ancient One is still going on.

Every part of his body disintegrated rapidly, and the entire body turned into thousands of extremely scattered fragments, reflected into the dispersed tiny water droplets.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingertips, and pointed forward at will.

The extremely condensed electric light is fleeting, like a stern and decisive sword light, silent, without a trace of pedantic turbidity, piercing into the smoke like a dream or an illusion.

The restricted space was still so quiet. In the dense smog, a dim brilliance first lit up, and then an extremely dazzling strong light was ushered in.

After a few breaths, I heard thunder in a silent place.

The dull and majestic rumble sounded belatedly, and the whole space trembled like a candle in the wind.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Looking around, Gu Yi's figure was not visible on the entire second floor. Li Ang frowned, and the thick spiritual consciousness like the ocean swept over here carefully, and even the tiniest dust appeared under the spiritual consciousness.

Ancient one disappeared?
Li Ang raised his head abruptly, looking out the window at the brilliant Haoyang hanging high above the sky, and the sighing experimental volunteers below, it seemed that everything was normal.

Until he caressed the glass window and tapped it heavily with his fingernails.

The glass remains motionless, and the space freezes like an old photo taken by a camera.

"The Method of Immortal Aperture Refinement" was running crazily. Li Ang slammed his fist on the ground. The punch that could normally knock down the floor failed to return to the ordinary marble tiles. It didn't even leave a dent. .

"So that's how it is." Li Ang stood up muttering, shaking off the dust that didn't exist on his clothes, and said calmly: "Use the mist as a guide to completely integrate yourself into this world, and I'm locked in like a turtle in a urn. A frog in a well cannot even absorb spiritual energy from the outside world, and it is absolutely impossible to break out of this confinement on its own."

When no one responded, Li Ang took a step forward.

Every time he took a step forward, his own figure shrunk a bit, and after ten steps, he was only half as tall as a candle.

"It's not that I've become shorter," Li Ang stopped, frowned and pondered, and realized it carefully. After a while, he raised his head and said, "It's because the scale of the surrounding space has changed."

Still no one answered, but the marble floors that had been magnified hundreds or thousands of times suddenly began to rise, and the gaps in those floor tiles turned into a wall, like an elevator room being dragged by a tractor, going upwards at different speeds. rising.

The cross sections of the bricks were exposed, and the fine air bubbles and empty pockets that appeared in the mixing cement were exposed to Li Ang's eyes, densely packed like ant nests.

The tiles under Li Ang's feet trembled like an earthquake. When he looked up, the ceiling also fell downwards, and the whole world was closing together.

Li Ang shook his head and smiled lightly, his toes lightly tapped the ground, his figure was like an arrow flying from the string, flying like a rabbit, jumping over countless mountains and mountains, and running wildly in this enlarged and strange floor.

boom!
The space made a tooth-piercing distorted creaking sound again, and those tiles that climbed to the extreme, like high-rise buildings, were suddenly cut off at the middle, and the lower half remained in place, while the upper half seemed to be slowly but quickly turned towards the middle, with nothing to do. Doubtful momentum oppressed.

The space just now was just closing up and down, but at this moment, the whole world is folding towards the center!
The sound of the bricks being folded and closed resounded endlessly, connecting them into one piece.The ceiling is seamlessly kissing the tiles on the floor, and the railings by the window are also inserted into the cracks in the ground, without a single gap.

The tiny Li Ang is like a flat boat in the vast ocean, which is in danger of capsizing at any time.

Faced with this situation, this young man in a white coat remained calm, but his expression was a little strange.

He put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Is your attack style a tribute to "Inception"? Or is it a tribute to the second-rate short story "Beijing Folding" that was shortlisted for the Hugo Award?"

This rant seemed a bit abrupt, so much so that the folding world had an imperceptible pause.

"Forget it, forget it if you don't understand." Li Ang sighed, his figure was like lightning, and he ran towards the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Any magic that manipulates and folds space will definitely have a fault on the side that closes. The mustard seed Namisu in Buddhism and the Liangyi Mote Array in Taoism are all spells developed based on this principle, and as long as you find that Faced with the abrupt and inappropriate faults, the confinement can be easily destroyed.

The world behind quickly reversed, and Li Ang skimmed through layer after layer of obstacles, but suddenly found himself back to the original point.

The space is still folding, and looking forward, the end of this straight corridor cannot be seen.

Li Ang thought for a moment, and said loudly: "In 1858, German mathematicians Mobius and Johann Listing discovered that after twisting a piece of paper [-] degrees, and then sticking two pieces of paper together, a A ring with a curved surface on one side is an endless Möbius ring."

He strolled forward in a leisurely manner, ignoring the folding effect of the world rushing from behind, and walked on his own.

"This space is probably the same. By distorting the scale, the two-dimensional compact manifold is embedded in the three-dimensional manifold,"

Li Ang closed his eyes, swept the dust on the ground with his toes, and said softly: "The never-ending Möbius loop is the best example to describe the fiber bundle model in topology.

The proponents of fiber bundles, Professor Chern Shiing-shen and Professor Ehlersman pointed out that a fiber bundle is a space that looks like a direct product of separated spaces locally, but the whole can have a different topology from the direct product space. "

boom!boom!boom!
The folding effect spread to the limit, and those howling and turbulent waves rushed towards Li Ang with an unstoppable momentum.

"The Möbius ring is a non-trivial bundle on a circle. From a local point of view, this space is no different from a cylinder, but there is a twist on the overall level."

Li Ang slapped the ground with one hand, and the faint blue magic circle that he randomly set up was just a small point at first, and then like the seeds of a towering tree, it sprouted quietly, stretched lazily, and grew wildly, extending all the way, reaching the invisible Visible at the end of the corridor.

"On this plane, no matter how I run, I can't escape the space. However, if this Mobius ring is regarded as a reciprocating runway..."

His magic circle spread crazily along the curved space designed by Gu Yi, passed through those crazily folded space structures, and ran the entire Mobius ring until it reached Li Ang's feet.

"The space you designed is good." Li Ang watched the magic circle gobble up the basic materials that make up the circulation space, such as tiles, walls, and ceilings, and pulled out all the imprinted anchors left by Gu Yi, and said with a smile: "Now it is mine. gone."

(End of this chapter)