Young Sovereign & Old Sage

An indistinct shadow flashed into existence near a gloomy, black lake. There were fishes with dark-green scales that dimly lit the lake's surface. 

Yan Zaizen's figure slowly morphed into the shadow. It was a brief transition yet it felt as if space, time, and the laws of the world were carving him inch by inch until he was fully realized. After emerging, Yan Zaizen's amber-gold eyes were somewhat dim and his expression was pale.

"I didn't think superimposing all of my forces still wasn't enough to fully initiate teleportation. I nearly faded into dimensional, chaotic, and void space all at once. Holy shit…" Yan Zaizen cursed as he recalled his earlier experiences. When he witnessed the unique teleportation-like divine art of the Old Timer, he felt confident enough to replicate it. 

Unfortunately…