The Spatial Storm was a place where chaos reigned supreme, where the laws of nature were bent beyond recognition. It was a realm of constant turbulence, the air thick with volatile energy. Swirling storms of raw power whipped through the space, with lightning crackling unpredictably through the dark, formless void. There was no ground to walk on, no sky to gaze upon—just an endless, shifting maelstrom of destruction.
The maelstrom itself was a vortex of pure chaos, its winds howling with deafening intensity. The lightning here was not like any found in the mortal world. One strike could tear through a cultivator's body, shattering their core, or leave them spiraling into an eternal void. Even the strongest of warriors avoided this plane unless they had an affinity for the space element, for only those attuned to its unpredictable nature could hope to navigate its dangers.
