Zhuang Wuming stopped at the corner of the platform and glanced around.
Covered in fog, visibility was about fifteen meters.
Visibility is slightly greater than outside the platform.
The floor of the platform is very flat and marked with many carved lines. It looks like the platform is made up of square stone slabs.
"The platform is paved with stone slabs, traces of civilization."
The visibility was only fifteen meters. Zhuang Wuming walked very cautiously, walking along the boundary of the platform. If there was any problem, he could jump into the clouds and mist at any time.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps......
After advancing about a few hundred meters, Zhuang Wuming's face became frozen, and a fragment of a stone statue appeared in his sight.
This is a pair of stone statues with wings that resemble Western angels.
However, its lower body was shattered, and its head fell to the ground with a broken head.
Only the stone wings on its back, its smooth chest, and the stone clothes on it show its identity.
Frowning, Zhuang Wuming continued to move forward, and then he saw many broken stone statues.
They fell scattered on the ground, and their bodies were basically split open. Occasionally, there were some statues with heads visible.
The faces of Westerners, but the scary thing is, their faces are not kind.
On the contrary, the ferocious teeth are exposed and the face is distorted, giving it a strange and terrifying feeling.
When Zhuang Wuming saw this situation, his vigilance quickly increased to the extreme.
"It looks like the civilization of the Western race. These statues were deliberately destroyed, but for two reasons."
"First, these stone statues themselves are living entities, or the indigenous people here. Someone attacked here and killed them."
"Second, these stone statues are some kind of defensive weapons. Intruders still have to destroy them before they can move forward."
Thinking of this, Zhuang Wuming's face darkened slightly, which meant that he had to be very alert to certain possible dangers.
After thinking for a while, Zhuang Wuming came to a broken stone statue and bent down to pick it up.
After pinching it with a little force, the stone statue was not damaged at all and was very hard.
Now the power of his body cannot harm the stone statue at all.
"Without power, you are just like an ordinary person. If you encounter any danger, you will only die."
His face became more and more gloomy, and then he suddenly thought of his own wings, which were formed by gathering clouds and mist using his thoughts.
After thinking for a while, my mind moved and extended into the clouds and mist at the border.
As the cloud and mist were attracted, in Zhuang Wuming's mind, it was shaped into a big sword.
The misty sword fell into his hand. Looking at the somewhat illusory sword, Zhuang Wuming thought for a moment.
Thoughts continue to blend in. As more and more thoughts blend in, the clouds and mist from the outside world seem to be attracted and continue to converge towards the sword.
It wasn't until the entire sword suddenly shook, emitting a strange tremor that it no longer absorbed Zhuang Wuming's thoughts, that it stopped.
At this time, the big knife in his hand became like a substance. The most special thing was that it had no weight. Zhuang Wuming felt that there was nothing in his hand.
But the solid feel of the palm reminded Zhuang Wuming that there was something in his hand.
Turning around, Zhuang Wuming raised his sword and slashed at the remains of the stone statue on the ground.
Like tofu being cut open, the stone statue was cut into two pieces.
"It's very sharp. The stone statue fragments can't withstand a knife. This white mist doesn't look like an ordinary thing."
"Thoughts merge into the white mist and form objects. It seems that the rules of this five-dimensional space-time are somewhat unusual."
Zhuang Wuming thought of this and looked at his body. He didn't have any clothes or any resistance.
"Do all the defenses first before talking about anything else."
His mind began to tremble rapidly, and clouds and mist gathered. One by one, items were created by Zhuang Wuming.
Clothes, shoes, pants, hood, and a full body armor.
Zhuang Wuming discovered that what he wanted in his mind could be condensed by absorbing enough white mist and injecting enough thinking into it.
The shoes are very soft, and the pants, clothes, etc. all look the same as in reality.
But when Zhuang Wuming used his condensed sword to chop, he had to chop more than a dozen times to get the cracks out of them.
The armor he spent a lot of thought on making was even stronger. It took dozens of cuts with a broadsword before the cracks were cut.
Based on various tests, Zhuang Wuming knew that the sturdiness of an object was directly proportional to the thoughts he injected into it, as well as the white mist incorporated into it.
Soon, a set of full-body armor was completed. Zhuang Wuming first put on his clothes and then the armor. The double-layer defense made him armed to the teeth.
In addition to the machete in his hand, he also made various weapons, daggers, sharp thorns, and even powerful crossbows.
Zhuang Wuming has countless knowledge, and such purely mechanical things cannot trouble him at all.
He himself didn't know how long it took, and his thoughts were constantly consumed and restored seven or eight times before he completed all the preparations.
Ready to go, Zhuang Wuming held a big knife in his right hand and continued to move forward.
Zhuang Wuming had been walking along the edge of this platform floating in the clouds and mist. He didn't know how long it had passed before he saw the broken statue he first saw.
"Is this an isolated island? I've already gone around in a circle."
Zhuang Wuming took a deep breath, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, "Then we will go inside to explore."
"This is a platform floating in the clouds and mist. Even if you encounter danger, you can quickly escape by running straight outside."
"There is no feeling of hunger here, and there seems to be no physical exertion."
"The only consumption is thinking, but as long as you stay still, you will continue to recover."
"Weird five-dimensional space."
The more he explored here, the more Zhuang Wuming discovered that it was unusual.
Soon he walked towards the depths of the platform.
As you walk inside, there are more stone statue fragments on the ground.
All these stone statue fragments are holding weapons, like soldiers.
Moving along the direction with the most stone statues, about a few hundred meters later, he saw a palace.
This is a huge palace, all in white, and the pillars at the entrance alone are two meters in diameter.
It has the same color as the clouds and mist on his body, and the palace gate is ten meters high.
Just the fact that the entire palace was exposed to Zhuang Wuming made him feel insignificant.
Seeing this palace, he naturally understood how much thought it would take to condense such a huge palace.
For possible unknown enemies, the vigilance in my heart was raised to the highest level.
Leaning against the wall, Zhuang Wuming stepped into the palace.
There is no cloud or fog inside the palace, it is empty and filled with huge artifacts. This is a huge building with a dome of tens of meters.
The ground was covered with countless stone carving fragments. Zhuang Wuming looked at these stone carvings with a hint of shock in his eyes. (To be continued)