The light in the lounge was dim, and only the surrounding space warped slightly.
He stood before Ding Yumian. No light flowed around his fingertips, yet the space around them gave off a deep hum.
He gathered his Spiritual Power to the utmost limit and slowly spread his fingers.
In an instant, the space in the room began trembling continuously, though it was invisible to the naked eye.
Dean Xiao, watching from nearby, could sense countless spatial threads finer than hair flowing from Fu Ye's fingertips.
They were not chaotic, but wove themselves according to a rhythm beyond conventional magical patterns.
They did not spread flat, but layered upon one another.
Around the outer perimeter of Ding Yumian's sea of consciousness, they continuously formed a formless yet truly existing Space Seal.
Every turn of this seal matched the rhythm of spatial compression and release.
Every layer formed a barrier that buffered and filtered.
It did not forcibly block the torrent of Spiritual Power, but instead made use of space's own properties of extension and folding.
It deftly guided the overly turbulent portions on the verge of overflowing from "overload" into the seal, where their power was gradually diminished and soothed through endless detours and buffering, until it finally returned to itself.
The entire process was incredibly quiet. Dean Xiao stood to the side, not even daring to breathe.
He feared that any movement of his might cause irreversible harm to Ding Yumian's fragile spiritual world.
Fu Ye precisely controlled the placement of every spatial thread.
Finally, as his five fingers closed in an empty grasp.
A nearly inaudible sound of space closing rang out across Ding Yumian's soul.
That invisible maze was completely formed, perfectly nested within Ding Yumian's Spiritual Power circulation system, as though it had always belonged there.