Mo Lin took Little Lingxi's soft little hand, with Yao Yao and Zi Yan close behind. The four of them stepped together into the dark, winding passage deep within the Sacred Tower.
The moment they entered, the scenery around them suddenly warped. The passage was not a set of stone stairs leading downward, but a bizarre journey of shifting lights and colors.
The solid tower walls around them vanished, transforming into a dazzling vortex. Countless tiny specks of light flowed and spun like a river of stars, swallowing their figures whole.
Space Law had become chaotic and active here. Every step felt as though they had crossed mountains and rivers, and a powerful sensation of weightlessness and disorientation struck them. Ordinary cultivators would likely have lost their way in an instant.
Mo Lin's expression remained unchanged. A faint gleam circulated within his Immortal Eye, easily discerning the patterns of the spatial teleportation. An invisible aura spread from his body, enveloping Little Lingxi, Yao Yao, and Zi Yan and steadying them.
Little Lingxi widened her eyes curiously as she watched the gorgeous bands of light flash past. Rather than being afraid, she excitedly reached out to catch the flowing light, letting out crisp, tinkling giggles.
A look of novelty also shimmered in Zi Yan's violet eyes. She held Mo Lin's arm as she experienced the mystery of this journey, so unlike ordinary spatial travel.
Yao Yao remained as cool as frost, her calm gaze sweeping over the shifting space as though she were analyzing the traces of laws contained within it.
Before long, blinding white light replaced the flowing colors. Fresh air carrying the fragrance of grass and trees and moist vapor rushed toward them, dispersing the slightly stifling atmosphere within the tower.
The four stepped out of the vortex of