The terrain of the Allheaven Expanse was never fixed. Islands drifted, paths shifted, and what had once been a dense canopy of towering trees gradually gave way to open sky as Lin Yi moved along the invisible currents that threaded through the world. The transition was subtle, almost imperceptible at first, until the humidity thinned, the scent of soil disappeared, and the horizon opened into vast, uninterrupted space.
By the time he stopped—
He was no longer standing on land.
Beneath his feet was a qilin.
It walked through the sky.
Each step it took did not land on anything visible, yet the air itself seemed to solidify beneath its hooves, ripples of faint light spreading outward with every motion. Its body shimmered with soft, multicolored radiance, scales reflecting fragments of the distant astral rivers above. Its mane drifted like flowing starlight, trailing behind it in slow, weightless motion.
It had not resisted.
