"Spatial Cut."
The sword descended and the space before Fang Yuan split neatly in two.
As though the world itself had been sliced apart by an invisible blade.
And then Fang Yuan froze in his place, his eyes immediately lost focus.
The sword remained lowered in his hand as his consciousness drifted elsewhere.
It was a sudden enlightenment.
Lin Zhaoyue's eyes immediately brightened when she noticed it, without hesitation, she waved her hand and a transparent barrier descended around Fang Yuan.
No one would be able to disturb him, not on her watch.
Her attention then shifted towards the rift and beyond the cut was another realm.
Space was a strange thing.
A person could walk a thousand miles and still remain in the same world.
Yet with a single step through the correct doorway, they could appear somewhere entirely different.
The rift before them was very much the same.
Like a door connecting two distant rooms.
The distance between realms had not disappeared.
