Light.
Lines.
They spread through the Void, pointing in every direction.
Jiang Xueyao had begun to get the hang of them.
Following the lines of light could lead to something.
Sometimes, it made sense.
For instance, at the Imperial Palace, Zhang Pengcheng had followed a line of light and gained Fortune.
The light extending from her own body, meanwhile, had been marked "gain something after a battle."
After she left the Side Hall, she had indeed encountered a battle.
In that fight, she had grasped the deepest truth of Imago and blazed a trail of her own, creating a new kind of Imago.
From everything she knew,
not one of the countless kinds of Imago belonged to the same category as hers.
It was something she had arrived at through her own insight.
But...
Some things the lines of light led to were downright absurd.
For example, she was now on an outer island of the Ruins in the Mist Sea, teamed up with several scions of aristocratic clans for a Scavenging assignment.
This was a beach.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the glaring sun.
She swept her spiritual sense across the sand.
Still nothing.
But when she summoned the lines of light, they immediately pointed to several spots on the beach.
One line pointed toward "obtain a Beach Chair; still intact after cleaning; can rest."
This was the Mist Sea!
These were the Primordial Battlefield Ruins!
How could there be a Beach Chair?
Who would leave one behind?
The corner of Jiang Xueyao's mouth twitched. Refusing to believe it, she followed the line, reached into the sand, and gave a hard tug—
She really did pull out a Beach Chair!
"Huh?"
"What's a Beach Chair doing here?"
"There's even a Miniature Magic Array