The arc of crystalline rock was barely a hand's width across. It stretched into the swirling gray mist, connecting their ledge to the massive, moss-draped skull island floating a hundred yards away. Lin Tian placed his foot on it, and the stone didn't even shiver.
Solid. For now.
He didn't look back. He felt Xueya's presence a step behind him, a pocket of serene cold. He felt Su Lan's heat at his other shoulder, a contained forge. The golden path from the System glowed in his mind's eye, painting a safe line down the center of the narrow bridge.
A line that curved sharply left three paces ahead.
Lin Tian followed it without question. He sidestepped onto what looked like empty air. His boot landed on nothing, yet it held firm, as if stepping on glass.
"Spatial tear," Xueya murmured, her voice calm. She flowed onto the invisible platform behind him, her movements as precise as a snowfall.
