Four days had passed since the Greater Qilin completed its transformation.
Lin Yi had not stopped moving.
The Allheaven Expanse was not a static environment. It breathed in its own way, the floating islands drifting on patterns that repeated over long cycles, the astral rivers shifting their flow direction in gradual arcs, the monster populations migrating between island clusters as though following invisible seasonal rhythms that only they understood. In four days of continuous observation and movement, Lin Yi had built a working map of the visible expanse in his mind, not exhaustive, the scale of ten thousand islands made exhaustive mapping a months-long project, but sufficient.
