"Well then, system...please survive long enough for this to be an entertainment."
Shen Haoran grabbed Qing'er by her shoulder, the soft fabric of her newly repaired robes under his palm, and with a single thought, the two of them instantly vanished from the black metallic earth below.
The spatial shifting within his personal domain occurred entirely without the standard spiritual friction or latency of normal cultivation movement techniques; they didn't traverse space, but rather, space itself reconfigured around them.
In a fraction of a millisecond, they immediately appeared within the grand, vaulted control room located at the heavily fortified center of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, where the master can manually control the garden's weaponry.
The chamber was an immaculate fusion of ancient majesty and impossible, foreign architecture.
