The dimensional boundaries are the space that is between dimensions.
Generally speaking, the only way to enter this space is to shatter the dimensional walls through forceful methods, or via the use of spatial manipulation techniques.
As for what is actually within this space, the entirety of it is an endless white void filled with floating debris of all shapes and sizes.
Some of these debris may have been a portion of an ancient temple, or the palace of a high-ranking noble.
As for how these debris ended up in the dimensional boundaries, most of the time it's due to sudden collapses in the fabrics of time and space—during a showdown between two powerful practitioners.
And with the differences in these debris' designs, a historical researcher might be able to tell what time period some of these objects had hail from.
At the same time, due to the special materials that some of these debris were made from, or because they were a part of something that was related to a powerful practitioner of the distant past, archaic air exudes from a select few.
Other than the archaic air—in extreme circumstances, the shadows of ancient practitioners can also be seen on some of them.
"…Uh."
"…?"
Opening their eyes, the practitioners—who had all been in Venerate Ghost Hand's tomb when it blew up, awakened from their unconscious states.
Since the tomb had been blown up without warning, it goes without saying that all of them had sustained a few injuries—with some worse off than others.
Taking in the scenery, the ignorant few can't help but ask—
"Where is this?"
"Is this hell or heaven?"
Towards these questions, the knowing individuals reply—
"This is the dimensional boundaries."
"Dammit, of all the places to end up in…"
For the knowing, mixed feelings arise in their hearts towards the present situation; a portion of their hearts felt joy—in having survived the tomb's destruction, while the other half of their hearts felt dismay, because they also knew just how difficult it would be to get out of the dimensional boundaries.
"…"
Hidden behind the cover of a large piece of rubble, which seems to have been the corners of a building, Cuo Qing Yi—who had awakened slightly sooner than everyone else, frowns as he listened in on the words of the knowing individuals.
"So how do we get out of here?"
"Either you're able to smash through the dimensional fabrics, or be fortunate enough to encounter a rift that leads to the outside world."
"…"
Keeping information of this nature in mind, Cuo Qing Yi decides to depart from the area before his presence can be noticed.
Having made preparations ahead of time—to defend himself against the blast, the wounds on Cuo Qing Yi's body aren't too serious.
(The dimensional boundaries, is it? Well, knowing where this place is helps somewhat.)
...…
Under the effects of an invisibility talisman, Cuo Qing Yi manages to put a great deal of distance between the others and himself; however—
"Enemies meet on narrowed roads as they say."
"…!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Cuo Qing Yi widens his eyes, and evades to the side, while several purple beams of light flies by his original position.
Snapping his body around—
"Ghost Hand?"
Recognizing the ominous crimson glow in the individual's eyes, Cuo Qing Yi looks to the former with wariness.
Unlike before, the current Venerate Ghost Hand's appearance is that of a young man dressed in black robes.
And judging by the quality of their robes, the individual—that Venerate Ghost Hand had taken over, they should be a member of a high-ranking practitioner household.
Raising a sinister smile at Cuo Qing Yi, Venerate Ghost Hand says—
"This brat's talent is much better than yours. But that flute of yours still interests me."
Having said this, numerous needles of rusted steel manifest beside Venerate Ghost Hand, and at the wave of his hand, these needles shoot forth!
Holding Mo Xiao in his hand, Cuo Qing Yi focused on evading the needles, but would occasionally strike them—when given the chance to do so.
Continuing to put some distance between Venerate Ghost Hand and himself, several laceration wounds appeared on Cuo Qing Yi's body, as he gradually reduced the number of needles down to ten.
"Dammit…"
"…"
Just as Cuo Qing Yi begins to pant for air, Venerate Ghost Hand—believing this to be his chance, rushes forth, and lunges his right hand forward.
Rotating his signature divine art, a colossal hand of ominous purple energy manifests beside Venerate Ghost Hand, and closes in on Cuo Qing Yi!
"…!"
Putting on an expression of panic, Cuo Qing Yi takes out several talismans, and tosses them forward.
The moment these talismans come into contact with the colossal hand, they explode; however—
"Hmph!"
Raising a cold snort, Venerate Ghost Hand tears through the dust clouds, and at the wave of his right hand, all the rusted needles are drawn into his grip—to merge themselves into a metal stake.
Eyeing Cuo Qing Yi with a light of greed, Venerate Ghost Hand tightens his grip over the metal stake, and—
"Fork over your life, brat!"
Shouting this aloud, Venerate Ghost Hand drives the stake in his hand towards Cuo Qing Yi, to which—
"…"
Despite being stabbed near the center of his chest, Cuo Qing Yi's panicked expression vanishes completely, as he holds Venerate Ghost Hand's right wrist, while gritting his teeth.
"…Uh?"
Sensing a bad premonition, Venerate Ghost Hand's greedy expression changes into a look of abrupt realization.
"You tricked-?"
Faster than Venerate Ghost Hand is able to react to the situation, Cuo Qing Yi swings Mo Xiao, and—
*Boom!!!* landing a clean hit in the former's head, their body explodes into a haze of blood!
"You bastard!"
Now in the form of a genuine ghost, Venerate Ghost Hand glares at Cuo Qing Yi with vicious intent; but—
"Soul Extraction Art."
Muttering the name of this divine art, Cuo Qing Yi glares back at Venerate Ghost Hand, and upon the divine art's execution—
"Huh?!"
Finding it impossible to move, Venerate Ghost Hand widens his eyes, and as Cuo Qing Yi blows into the flute, tendrils of dark mist pour forth to devour the former.
"Aaaaaahhh!!!"
As a miserable shriek comes from Venerate Ghost Hand, it didn't take long for his spiritual body to collapse.
"…"
Lowering the flute, Cuo Qing Yi pulls the stake off his chest. Despite it having landed a hit on him, there wasn't much blood on the stake.
Pulling the fabric of his robes aside, Cuo Qing Yi frowns, as he looks down.
(…One hit from that bastard, and this chain-linked armor is now nothing more than scrap. Whatever, since it absorbed most of the impact, I guess it was money well-spent.)
Just as Cuo Qing Yi is thinking of this—
"Hm?"
*Kakaka…!* the crisp sound of glass cracking draws his attention, and snapping his head towards the source of this noise, Cuo Qing Yi sees—
*Kakakakakakaka!!!!!* a few hundred meters away, cracks in the dimensional walls appear, and as fragments of great density blast outwards with great force, those hit by them are instantly cut apart!
However, compared to those who had the dimensional fissures forming directly over their bodies—resulting in instant death, these individuals, who had only lost a limb or two can still be considered somewhat fortunate.
"Dammit!"
"A dimensional storm!"
With pale complexions and a panicked look on their faces, the practitioners near the storm's eye did everything they could to distance themselves from it.