The Corridors of Time
Immediately after passing through the gate, Xuan realized something was amiss.
He was alone.
Despite having stepped through here with Fu Mei at the exact same time, he found himself completely on his own, with no sign of anyone else here. Instead, he appeared to be in a vast, empty rift in spacetime, with fragments of broken staircases drifting across the air.
Unbound by gravity, unbound by the chains of reality.
"What is this…"
All around him in this beautiful celestial space, the vast dark blue skies surrounded his body, as small as a grain of salt in comparison. It was limitless and endless; a paracausal plane of existence that served purposes far beyond mortal comprehension. Even in all the years of Xuan's previous life, he'd never seen something as grand as this—a place that made even him feel excited, with everything he'd been through.