After a year in seclusion, the Sacred Beast Qilin emerged with earth-shattering news—he had broken through the Twelfth Seal and awakened his innate divine ability.
It was none other than the Dao of Space.
Lin Jiufeng stared at him in astonishment. The Dao of Space! They had discussed the hierarchy of the Great Daos before and had reached a conclusion:
"If Fate does not intervene, Space reigns supreme; if Time emerges, it commands all."
Space was king, a force so rare and powerful that only a handful of beings throughout history had ever mastered it.
And now, Qilin was telling him that his innate divine ability was directly linked to the Dao of Space? As if the heavens themselves were feeding him power? There was no need for comprehension or enlightenment—he was already in control.
"Are you serious?" Lin Jiufeng asked, his initial shock giving way to excitement. He was genuinely happy for Qilin.
Qilin, slightly embarrassed by his enthusiasm, nodded. "Yes, but… I still don't fully understand how to use it."
Lin Jiufeng calmed himself. "What exactly is your ability?"
"Spatial Imprisonment." Qilin answered without hesitation. "I can lock my opponent in place, using spatial force to freeze them, making them completely immobile. It allows me to strike freely."
Lin Jiufeng was taken aback. "That powerful?"
Qilin nodded. "However, the effect weakens against stronger opponents. Against those of the same cultivation level, I can only hold them for three seconds."
Three seconds.
To an ordinary person, it was barely a blink of an eye.
But for a Twelfth-Seal powerhouse, three seconds could mean life or death.
"Try it on me," Lin Jiufeng suggested.
Qilin's pupils lit up with a five-pointed star, and the next instant, Lin Jiufeng felt space around him freeze solid.
His body tensed as he instinctively resisted.
With a surge of raw power, his divine soul flared, and his physical strength erupted.
Crack!
The spatial lock shattered in an instant. Lin Jiufeng stepped back, creating distance.
Qilin was stunned. "That's impossible! It didn't even last a second!"
Lin Jiufeng shook his head. "It's not that your ability is weak—it's just that my strength surpasses the average Twelfth-Seal cultivator. But even if it failed on me, this technique is still terrifying. A moment's pause in battle is often all it takes to determine victory or defeat."
Qilin exhaled, slightly relieved. "The only issue is that using this ability requires me to remain still for three seconds. In a real fight, that's a major flaw."
Lin Jiufeng nodded in agreement. "This technique is perfect for ambushes. Or, we can work together—you immobilize the enemy, and I strike. That way, we can turn your limitation into an advantage."
Qilin sighed. "I just feel like my comprehension is lacking. This is the Dao of Space, and it's supposed to be my innate divine ability, yet I can't grasp its deeper rules. If I could, I might unlock even more abilities within the spatial domain."
Lin Jiufeng smiled. "Don't be discouraged. The fact that your innate ability is linked to space already gives you a massive advantage over others. If you're struggling to comprehend it, let me help you analyze it."
Qilin's eyes lit up with excitement. He had always admired Lin Jiufeng's insight and intuition. Without hesitation, he shared everything he could perceive about Spatial Imprisonment.
"Big Brother, this ability is just a tiny branch of the Dao of Space, but the principles behind it are as vast as a starry sky. There are countless rules interwoven within it—so many that I don't even know where to begin!"
Lin Jiufeng closed his eyes and immersed himself in Qilin's shared perception.
What he saw was an endless cosmic expanse, vast and unfathomable.
Amid the eternal darkness, countless shimmering threads stretched and intertwined—thin, delicate filaments forming an intricate, layered web.
The Dao of Space.
These filaments, like strands of silk, extended infinitely in all directions. They were too many, too complex, an overwhelming maze of possibilities.
No wonder Qilin was frustrated.
His divine soul materialized beside Lin Jiufeng, watching the scene unfold. Scratching his head, he asked, "Big Brother… where do we even start?"
Lin Jiufeng's eyes shone with clarity. His mind was sharp, his thoughts precise. Ignoring the unnecessary entanglements, he methodically began sorting through the chaotic web.
With meticulous care, he isolated each spatial filament, untangling the interwoven patterns and tracing them back to their origin.
He split his divine soul into countless fragments, each guiding a different thread, stretching and realigning them with a surgeon's precision.
Slowly, the source of Spatial Imprisonment was revealed.
Qilin's eyes widened with admiration. He knew it—his Big Brother could do anything.
Something so complex and intricate, yet Lin Jiufeng had unraveled it like a simple puzzle.
Lin Jiufeng placed the source before Qilin. "Study this carefully. Master it bit by bit. If you rush, you'll never truly control the Dao of Space."
Qilin nodded obediently, pressing himself close to Lin Jiufeng like an affectionate cub before eagerly diving into comprehension.
Lin Jiufeng, meanwhile, gazed at the vast cosmic network, finally understanding why people said Space was king.
You have observed the Dao of Space, untangled its filaments, and triggered your Heaven-defying Comprehension. You have achieved enlightenment in Spatial Transference.
A line of text appeared before his eyes, and Lin Jiufeng froze for a moment.
Then, exhilaration flooded his heart.
His Heaven-defying Comprehension, which had remained dormant for a full year, had finally activated again, gifting him direct insight into Spatial Transference.
This was monumental.
It meant that he had taken his first step into the Dao of Space.
Even though Spatial Transference was merely a small branch of the greater Dao, it was still a leap forward.
With this ability, he now had a foothold.
Step by step, he would eventually grasp the full extent of Spatial Power.
Excitement gave way to calm focus as Lin Jiufeng withdrew from Qilin's perception space, returning to his physical form.
A surge of memories flooded his mind.
The Dao of Space was unfathomable, deeper and more intricate than any other Dao he had encountered.
He took his time absorbing and refining this newfound knowledge.
And then—
Boom!
A surge of power erupted from within. His strength soared, his aura surging outward like a tidal wave—only for him to instantly retract it.
He raised a hand. The space around his fingertips rippled like water, distorting the world itself.
Then, with a thought—
He vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared outside the Library Pavilion.
Lin Jiufeng smiled in satisfaction.
This was Spatial Transference—not speed, not movement, but pure space itself.
From one point to another, bypassing everything in between.
Pushing open the pavilion doors, he saw Lady Xin waiting inside.
With a gentle smile, he said, "Lady Xin, I've come to bid you farewell."