"Not gonna happen!" My voice cut through the stillness of the bamboo forest as I rose into the air, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of leaves beneath me. The world around me remained frozen, space itself held in a taut, invisible net spun by my mastery of the Space Dao. Not even the faintest breeze stirred, and the countless bamboo leaves seemed locked in place by an unseen force.
I stood at the pinnacle of the tallest bamboo stalk, hands clasped behind my back in a manner reminiscent of the ancient masters—still, serene, yet brimming with hidden power.
But time was of the essence.
Darkness slithered around me like an obedient serpent, cloaking me in its embrace, merging my presence with the night until I became little more than a shadow.
No one, not even the Divine Realm cultivator ahead, would be able to perceive me, at least not immediately. Confident in my concealment, I shot forward.
