Li Shen opened his eyes to an impossible landscape. Countless threads of qi stretched in every direction - crimson, azure, violet, and gold strands woven into an infinite tapestry. The threads pulsed with raw energy, carrying fragments of souls and spectral essence in their current like leaves caught in a stream.
The air itself felt wrong here - neither hot nor cold, with no true substance. His spirit-form drifted in this strange space, untethered from physical constraints.
A flash of movement caught his attention. Through the maze of qi threads, ethereal figures darted and weaved - dark shapes pursuing a familiar essence. Mei Lan's spirit flickered like a candle flame, her form barely holding together as she fled from the pursuing specters. Their shadowy forms rippled and twisted, reaching for her with ghostly claws.
