"Spatial Cut."
What did that even mean? Cutting space?
Was such a thing truly possible?
Fang Yuan stood alone within an endless void.
There was no heaven above him.
No earth beneath him.
No distinction between left and right, front and back.
Every direction appeared identical. Every point in existence seemed no different from any other.
Silence reigned supreme.
What exactly was space?
In his previous life, the answer had seemed obvious.
Space was the heaven above the Earth.
The endless darkness where stars drifted.
The place where spacecraft traveled.
Whenever someone mentioned "space," that was what naturally came to mind.
But now...
Standing within this boundless emptiness, he realized how shallow that understanding had been.
If space was merely the heavens above the world, then where was he now?
There were no stars.
No planets.
No sky.
No ground.
Only an endless expanse that seemed to stretch beyond the limits of comprehension.
