The fossilized bones behind her collapsed with a crash, and the space rift twitched violently before falling into a dead silence.
The ti fragnts in her palm pulsed with an ancient rhythm—it was not a gift of power, but a whisper from the vast stream of ti and space to its conqueror.
Clutching those three fragnts laden with ancient-ti power, Si Lingle clearly felt the pulse emanating from her palm—both gentle and heavy.
This did not feel like a blessing of power, but more like a direct whisper from the source of ti, weighty and ancient.
She could feel her immortal power being inexorably drawn and consud by the shards, as evidenced by the reverse flow of silver-gray blood from the wound on her palm—the fragnts were testing her qualification to wield them.
This was no place to linger.
The loud collapse of the bones and the violent turbulence before the space rift fell silent were like water droplets falling into hot oil, ready to trigger even greater and unpredictable dangers deeper in the "Sunken Soldier Abyss."
The silver ti mark behind her continued to flicker uncertainly; it was the initial mark imprinted from touching the Ti Law, and a potential burden.
Suppressing the churning of her blood and the strong desire to delve deeper into the fragnts, Si Lingle quickly scanned her surroundings, her Space Perception spreading rapidly like invisible tendrils.
Soon, she caught sight of a crevice she had briefly hidden in to evade the ti dust earlier—a place deep within a mountain split by a trendous weapon, naturally shielded by chaotic space folds, its location extrely tricky and hidden.
"There!"
As the thought occurred, Si Lingle’s figure vanished as if erased by a rubber, leaving behind a faint and slowly dissipating ripple of space. In the next mont, she had traversed space, appearing deep within the rock crevice.
This place was narrow and dark, the ground covered with a thick layer of dust mixed with tallic powder. The violent Evil Qi and space-ti turbulence outside the "Sunken Soldier Abyss" had been filtered by the layered space folds, reaching here much more gently.
Though not a paradise, it was the safest retreat she could find for cultivation right now.
Without the slightest hesitation, Si Lingle imdiately sat cross-legged and began the most ticulous preparations.
First, Si Lingle bit the tip of her tongue and spit out a mouthful of pure life essence blood. The blood transford mid-air into complex silver-gray runes, rging with the Space Immortal Power of the Void Law, laying down dozens of layers of [Space Overlapping] and [Space-Ti Lock].
These barriers not only isolated all external probing and energy disturbances but also ford a small barrier inside that twisted the flow of ti—an instant outside, and the flow of ti here had been subtly altered.
Si Lingle integrated her own immortal power and the newfound thread of ti power into the core of the Barrier, constructing an initial [Ti Acceleration Field].
Then, she cautiously placed the three semi-transparent ti fragnts in front of her.
As soon as the fragnts touched down, they levitated in mid-air, emitting a soft and mysterious halo, casting a strange glow over the dim cave.
Si Lingle took a deep breath, her pupils drawing in the silver-gray galaxy, transforming into a pure, profound gaze that intended to pierce through eternity. Her Primordial Spirit completely subrged into her Sea of Consciousness, opening up her mind and soul to the three fragnts that bore the mysteries of Ti Law.
A century of ti, to a Cultivator, passes in the blink of an eye. To Si Lingle in seclusion, however, it was composed of countless thrilling battles of the Divine Soul with the Ti Law itself.
Initially, the shadows of the river of ti surged violently through her Sea of Consciousness. She was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, constantly facing the danger of being overwheld and torn apart. The fragnts held within them vast information and shards of will, transforming into countless chaotic and complex illusions:
She witnessed the birth and destruction of stars, the gathering and dispersal of cosmic dust;
She felt the cycles of withering and flourishing that plants experienced in an instant, mountains turning to plains before her eyes;
*At tis she transford into a humble mayfly, living and dying within a day; at others, she beca a cold Panshi, feeling the solitude of eons eroded by wind and frost;
The chaotic turbulence of ti left her mind hazy, childhood mories intertwining with possible future visions before her eyes;
The power of [Ti Reversal] was inadvertently triggered, causing a strand of her hair to lose a thousand years of luster in an instant, becoming dry and brittle;
The power of [Ti Acceleration] also went out of control, attempting to compress the Space Immortal Power in her palm to the brink of destruction in an instant;
Her Sea of Consciousness turned into the most perilous battlefield.
Each mont of insight might be accompanied by the unbearable agony of Primordial Spirit tearing.
Each attempt to "touch" the "strings" of ti felt like handling an invisible toxin.
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