To Die at the Hands of Mad Southern Ye, This Old Man Has No Regrets!

On a bustling street, where the rain pitter-pattered as it landed on the ground.

Two figures were standing in the middle of the road. Vehicles phased through their bodies, and passers-by around them were unable to see them.

"Dimensional Dao?"

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of surprise on his face.

Dimensional!

That was a very broad term.

The so-called dimension inhabited by ordinary people was usually three-dimensional. It referred to its length, width, and height. If time was taken into account, then it would be considered a four-dimensional space.

The old man in front of him had familiarized himself with a trace of dimensional power and was able to slightly change the dimensional space. The consequence of doing so was that he remained in the middle of the road from his perspective, but the passing cars could not see him… the spatial dimensions that both parties were inhabiting were different.