Lin Yi was somewhat surprised by what he heard, but before he could ask anything else, Qian Huan's figure faded away like a dream.
With no other choice, Lin Yi stood amid the mountains and waters, waiting patiently.
At the same time, in a strange plane attached to the membrane of the real universe,
there was no sun, moon, or stars in this plane. Only the ever-changing, eternal, illusory light of the heavens spilled down, illuminating the vast, boundless territory below.
The mountains, rivers, and streams seemed both real and unreal. At times, they were as clear as solid matter; at others, they became flowing colors and patches of light. Exotic flowers and plants breathed in the rhythm of the laws, while every living thing carried a hazy, dreamlike air of unreality.
This was the Illusion Truth Divine Kingdom, and it was also Qian Huan's everyday residence.
At the heart of the Divine Kingdom, a palace formed entirely from the manifestation and condensation of the laws of reality and illusion floated silently.
The palace had a translucent, glasslike quality. At times, it was as clear as carved crystal, every detail distinct; at others, it blurred like a reflection in water, swaying in the breeze.
There were no ordinary furnishings inside the palace, only visions of the laws that endlessly appeared and vanished, shifting in harmony with Qian Huan's thoughts.
At that moment, deep within the palace, Qian Huan's closed eyes slowly opened on a jade couch formed from endless clouds of illusory dreams.
She did not linger. She rose quietly from the couch and took a step forward.
Space seemed to have lost all meaning to her.
She did not tear through the void or travel in the conventional sense. Instead, she seemed to step directly from one "scene" into