Silence followed his request.
Fang Yuan stood motionless, waiting for a response as his senses stretched outward, trying to trace the origin of the voice.
"Very well, then."
The endless brilliance began to shift, folding inward upon itself and condensing into form.
Lines spread across the radiance like fractures in reality, yet as they deepened, Fang Yuan realized they were not cracks at all... they were space itself, being revealed.
His pupils shrank.
Layer upon layer unfolded before him, each strand as thin as silk yet carrying a weight heavier than mountains, weaving together in patterns that defied all logic.
Distances lost their meaning entirely; a single step could span a thousand miles—or amount to nothing at all.
Then, as the distortion reached its peak, a sword manifested before him.
It hovered in silence, simple in shape, yet its mere presence warped everything around it.
