The moment the light of the teleportation array faded, the pressure of the outside world vanished.
Lin Mu felt it immediately.
The crushing gravity on hostile gazes, the imposing killing intent, the strain of maintaining control over a city's worth of water and swords, all of it was abruptly severed as if a cord had been cut.
The Spatial Channel stretched out around them like a vast, shimmering corridor of distorted light and color. Streams of silver, violet, and pale blue flowed endlessly past, bending and twisting in ways that defied intuition until finally it turned into pitch black darkness of the familiar void.
Before anyone could even comment, Lin Mu reached into his spatial ring.
With a flick of his wrist, the Mobile Courtyard unfolded.
