Ye Jun took a few steps into the giant field and let the metal gate close behind him with a heavy thud.
The space stretched out further than his eyes could properly track, large enough that the far end faded into a kind of distance the size of a real outdoor plain. Yet the air inside was still and contained, the way only sealed spaces felt.
'Pocket dimension,' he thought, glancing at the floor where faint formation lines ran in elegant spirals. 'Or close to it. Someone with the Dao of Space had to be involved in making this. Liangxue probably called in someone.'
He shook that thought away and walked toward the closer training area. The floor here was reinforced stone laid over absorption arrays, glowing with a low blue hue that drank in shock waves before they could damage the structure.
Rows of spirit-iron training dummies stood in formation, dummies meant to take Soul Tempering Realm Strikes without breaking. A stack of practice weapons leaned against the wall.
