Yulian stood stunned for two breaths. The Water Spirit Qi around her transformed into a soft, agile stream of light and carefully probed toward the rule network close at hand.
Yet, at the instant her senses and power were about to touch those seemingly reachable threads of light, they revealed their true nature. They did not exist within ordinary spatial dimensions.
When Yulian's power came into contact with the "surface" of the rule network, it was as though it had touched an illusory shadow of nothingness. It passed straight through without the slightest obstruction, unable to stir even a ripple.
It was like a peerless painting drawn upon transparent glass and hung before one's eyes. The viewer could see its splendor and magnificence, could even sense the profound meaning it gave off, yet when reaching out to touch it, the fingertips met only cold air. The painting itself existed upon another plane, overlapping with this one but never intersecting it.
A trace of confusion and surprise flashed through Yulian's golden Vertical Pupils. She focused her mind, trying to use her Primordial Spirit to comprehend the fluctuations of the network, but her Primordial Spirit perception was like climbing an infinitely tall transparent wall. She could clearly see the magnificent sight beyond it, yet she herself remained forever shut outside, unable to truly merge into that ocean of rules.
So close at hand, yet as far away as the ends of the earth.
Watching Yulian, Star Sea said, "These are the Heavenly Way rules of this starry sky. Even a Mystic Sect True Lord cannot touch this layer of rules if their path of cultivation differs. They can only sense its existence."
Yulian asked, "Are the lives of Tiangong and the others also attached to this great net?"
Star Sea nodded as