Having understood the meaning of the Razor's edge Lin Mu smiled and looked ahead. But as he did, he saw no path ahead.
No razor's edge threatening to split him into shreds. Instead, what stood there was a floating cliff.
"What?" Lin Mu couldn't believe it. "Was that the end?" He wondered.
He could swear the razor thin path was still there, extending into infinity and yet now there was nothing but the cliff.
"I guess this is the next test?" He wondered.
When Lin Mu took that final step off the razor's edge and onto the new floating cliff, he felt the change instantly.
The path that had stretched endlessly in front of him—so sharp, so demanding—had vanished without fanfare. No cracking sound. No shift in wind. One step, and it was gone.
He paused, glancing behind him out of instinct, but there was only an endless abyss of dark sky and drifting mist. No path. No return. Only forward.
Before him, the space trembled.
