Lin Mu understood the meaning behind the Forge immediately.
By placing it in a separate realm, they ensured that even if Mantleheim were discovered or destroyed, the Dao Forge would remain untouched. Only those with the correct means could access it.
His gaze swept across the realm once more.
At first glance, it appeared simple.
The ground beneath their feet was solid stone, smooth and unbroken. The air was still, carrying no scent, no temperature, no natural flow. The sky remained a dark expanse, within which faint traces of energy flickered like distant echoes.
Yet Lin Mu knew better.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and extended his perception deeper.
The illusion peeled away.
The ground was not stone.
It was a construct.
A vast network of runes layered upon one another, forming a stable surface that mimicked reality. Every step they took was supported by a complex array, one that could shift, repair, and reinforce itself instantly.
The same was true for the air.
