Both stepped onto the corridor.
The corridor hung in the air, with nothing beneath supporting it; it seemed to sway on the verge of collapse under the force of the heavenly winds.
Ling Yunpo had set foot on such a structure before; last time, when Qiu Changtian ascended to become the Chief Disciple of the Foundation Establishment Realm in Kunlun at Heaven's Gate Hall, he had walked one just like this. He knew that such floating structures unaffected by gravity were supported by Immortal Sect restrictions and thus felt no fear or trepidation.
An Zhisu, however, was walking such a path for the first time, hence her face was extremely grave. The Flying Smoke Sword and Harsh Cold Sword rotated beside her, ready to turn into a streak of sword light to whisk them away should any mishap occur.
It was only after they safely passed through the corridor that she let out a sigh of relief.