The moment Lin Yi stepped through the portal, he felt as though he had pierced a layer of cold, viscous water—or stepped off a cliff and plunged into an endless abyss.
All the sounds and light of the outside world, even his sense of stable space, vanished in an instant.
In their place came a dizzying sensation of weightlessness, along with violent, primordial spatial fluctuations surging in from every direction.
The feeling didn't last long.
Soon, he appeared on a stretch of "land"—if one could call a platform that constantly twisted and stretched, occasionally shattering like foam before reforming, land.
Lin Yi noticed that the ground beneath his feet was made of translucent silver material, reflecting the bizarre sights above.
There was no sky overhead, only layer upon layer of spatial folds, like an abstract painting splashed from an overturned bucket of paint. Silver-white, deep purple, inky black, dark blue—colors and light representing different spatial states and dimensions were constantly annihilated and reborn within them.
In the distance, enormous spatial rifts opened and closed like living things, spewing out fragments of chaotic laws. Nearby, tiny spatial ripples never ceased, their humming reaching straight to the depths of the soul.
Just standing here made the power of the Space Law he had initially mastered stir within him, like a droplet yearning to return to the sea.
Just as incredible as its reputation, Lin Yi thought, then quickly steadied his mind.
His gaze swept over the area. He wasn't alone on this relatively stable platform; several indistinct figures sat cross-legged in the distance, each surrounded by a protective field and keeping to themselves.
Lin Yi didn't waste any time. Every second spent here burned through precious points.
He quickly chose a relatively secluded spot at the edge of the platform, where a