Xu Feng floated lightly in the air, several feet above the ground, surrounded by swirling currents of water that coated him from head to toe. It was the water from the hot springs in Dong Yang's space, following him seamlessly from one realm to the other, enveloping his body like a protective cocoon.
The liquid seemed to move with a life of its own, a constant ebb and flow that mirrored the evolution taking place within Xu Feng.
As he floated in his own domain, Xu Feng felt a sense of familiarity wash over him. Despite being thrust into this space without his consent or awareness, there was a comforting sensation of returning home, as if the spaces themselves had conspired to guide him back to where he belonged.