It's hard to put Xia Nan's feelings into words at this moment.
In a certain sense, as his blade cleaved the Gravity Core, invisible ripples erupted and spread outward.
His consciousness detached from reality, entering a sort of microscopic world.
Everything before his eyes—the green of the meadow, the gray of the clouds, the crimson of the blood—were replaced by the simple and elemental Black and White.
All things within his sight retained only blurred outlines.
And, the gravity ripples like air filling every corner.
The entire world, the space he found himself in, seemed to have become a three-dimensional and abstract water surface at that moment.
Anything within the space enveloped, on the "water surface" stirred up layer upon layer of fine ripples.
Xia Nan could not see the raindrops cascading down like a silver curtain in the air, even the cold sensation of water splashing on his skin was diminished.
