Myriad Heaven.
This realm was as it should be and not as it should be at the same time. The sky was impossibly vast, stretching into the infinite canvas of shifting colors to the point that no enhanced eyes could decipher the end.
The ground, if it could even be called that, was also constantly shifting and changing shape. The skill would rise and fall in no particular rhythm.
Some chunks would literally fly off and hover in the sky before falling to the ground. Some of the shifts were so absurd that it was hard to explain.
It was as if everything was operating at an ever-random point of satisfaction. As long as change was repeatedly occurring, all was fine.
Even the soil, which would appear loose and damp at first glance showed that it was capable of different mystical forms.
