"This is the Stillspace Blade. It won't disturb any laws when it cuts."
Under the others' gazes, Blade Fanatic spoke to explain.
Beneath the Stillspace Blade's edge, the cloud layer was sliced into neat chunks as easily as tofu.
An hour later, Blade Fanatic had carved a vertical passage through the clouds, three chi in diameter and thirty zhang deep.
The passage walls were solidified clouds. Through the semi-transparent cloud walls, a faint glow could be seen emanating from below.
Ye Lin stepped forward and looked down.
Beneath the clouds seemed to lie another world.
The first thing he felt was the wind.
Fresh, moist wind carrying the scent of grass and trees surged up from below, stirring his hair.
Then came the light—a gentle white radiance of unknown origin, evenly illuminating the space below.
Finally, he saw the forest.
From this vantage point, three hundred zhang beneath the cloud layer lay a stretch of land suspended in the void.
Towering ancient trees grew across the land, their branches and leaves emitting a soft, shimmering glow that cast the entire space in a dreamlike haze.
Streams wound between the trees. Their waters were not ordinary water, but a milky-white liquid that chimed pleasantly as it flowed.
Farther away, the outlines of mountain ranges could vaguely be seen. Their bodies were crystalline as jade, with waterfalls cascading from their peaks. The waterfall water vaporized into white mist before it even reached the ground.
The white mist rose upward and merged into the clouds above.
"So that's how this sea of clouds is maintained."
Ye Lin suddenly understood.
So this was how the clouds beneath his feet had formed.
He had truly broadened his horizons.
"Shall we go down?"
Iron Hammer asked in a low voice beside him.
He was already itching