In the place where the Void Dojo has been obliterated, Si Lingle stands alone amidst the starry sea. The power of the Golden Immortal Realm is stable and inward, with no mana fluctuations escaping; she seems to be rely a part of this vast universe.
Her silver eyes, carrying the brilliance of [Returning Ruins] and [Origin], calmly scan this ancient fragnted strip of stars that nurtured her transformation.
With a slight movent of her mind, an intangible existence that once constantly reminded her of tasks, rewards, punishnts, and the distant path of "Becoming a Saint"—the core imprint of the [Ten Thousand Realms Delivery System]—clearly erges in her perception.
It was once a shortcut for her to seize resources and touch upon different world laws, but it was also like an invisible shackle, its plotted routes and forced causality at odds with her understanding of the Space Dao.
"The path lies within; why seek outside? Shortcuts are never the true path." Si Lingle’s voice is cold, like wind brushing across stardust.
Her five fingers spread open without any hesitation, the vast and pure Power of the Golden Immortal Level’s Space Law transforms into an invisible blade, gently yet dominantly cutting deep into the imprint.
The process of stripping it away is far easier than imagined.
In the Golden Immortal Realm, her mastery has reached subtle depths, especially as she cultivates the top-tier Space Dao.
Once the system imprint senses resistance, it is completely confined, stripped, and disassembled by absolute space rules.
There is no earth-shattering backlash, only a slight, peculiar fluctuation representing infinite causal lines silently exiled into the depths of endless chaotic currents by her induced space folds.
In that instant, Si Lingle feels an unprecedented clarity in her heart and mind.
The lingering ties, prompts, and task screens belonging to the system completely vanish, leaving only her independent Dao Heart in the world, and a clearer, freer resonance with the cosmic space origin.
"Ti to leave." She gently murmurs. This starry fragnt witnessed the birth of a Golden Immortal, yet has exhausted its remaining energy, lying in dead silence. Her path of learning should be in broader, more vibrant worlds.
She doesn’t have a specific destination, stepping out casually, her figure disappearing on the spot, as the true "mile in a single step" has beco a thing of the past for her.
With the expertise of Golden Immortal space, she travels between space gaps and layers, moving at a speed faster than flowing light, her figure freely switching between real universe and illusory space folds.
After months of wandering, she witnesses a variety of worlds: a Magma Star Domain birthing strange Star Beasts, lost civilization relics shrouded by ancient arrays, and a Primordial Energy Ocean overflowing with pure energy...
Upon arriving at each place, she no longer deliberately pursues the "opportunity points" marked by the system but instead attentively feels the space pulsations and law flow of each location, either verifying her own teachings or absorbing a hint of different spatial anings to settle within the Inner Void Realm.
One day, she passes through a region with peculiar colors and chaotic space structures—"Mysterious Star Domain."
Space storms ravage here, countless fragnted plane shards bloom and fade like bubbles. A sizable group of Star Pirates lurks here, specializing in space traps and ambushes, exploiting the chaotic environnt to plunder passing cultivators.
As soon as Si Lingle enters the core passage of the Star Domain, she keenly perceives several malicious gazes and covert space trap fluctuations locking onto her.
Seven strong, well-coordinated shadows, like being torn out of folded space, silently surround her and setup a space barrier array.
The single-eyed burly man leading them sneers, "A Golden Immortal? It’s rare to find such a lone fat sheep! Leave behind the Magic Treasures and Storage Space, and we’ll give you a quick end!"
Si Lingle’s expression remains unchanged. The leaders of these Star Pirates possess True Immortal Peak strength, while the rest are Heavenly Immortal; combined with geographic advantages and joint array tactics, they are enough to threaten an ordinary Early Golden Immortal. Unfortunately, they t her.
She neither dodges nor takes out any Magic Treasure, instead, she slowly raises her right index finger, gently pointing at the void.
"Crack."
Without any earth-shattering noise, an extrely subtle, almost imperceptible space crack erges from her fingertip, instantly spreading. Where this crack passes:
*The space traps the Star Pirates are famous for, cut and dismantled like paper.
*The painstakingly constructed space barrier array collapses and disintegrates without even a ripple.
*Various Magic Treasure attacks, upon touching the crack, are imdiately "exiled in space," appearing billions of light-years away.
*The vicious smiles on the seven Star Pirates’ faces freeze, horrified to find themselves forcibly "cut off" from the surrounding space!
Their bodies seem segnted into different spatial dinsions, wracked with intense dislocation, yet they can’t even scream!
Si Lingle’s silver eyes remain indifferent, her fingers flicking, causing the subtle space crack to abruptly expand and curve, encircling her body like a snake, then instantly sealing.
Thump! Thump! Thump...
Seven seemingly intact bodies simultaneously fall from mid-air. Their vitality had long been wiped clean by that magnificent "crack," even their Divine Souls shredded in the space chaos stream.
Instant death! Without suspense! In front of the absolute master of Space Dao, ordinary power and nurical advantage seem so pale and ridiculous.
She doesn’t even glance at those seven corpses, raising her hand to capture a few peculiar items containing special Space Law, before continuing to walk forward. The chaotic space storms of the Mysterious Star Domain part for her like gentle silk, automatically making way.
Free from the Mysterious Star Domain, Si Lingle follows a strange space fluctuation attracting her.
This fluctuation is deep and distant, carrying an ancient and desolate rhythm, neither Immortal nor Demon, like the universe’s own subdued chant.
Through countless star river planes, she ultimately arrives at an extraordinary location—not a star, a continent, or a Secret Realm, but in a near-void deep cosmos, where countless enormous "notes" float suspended.
These notes are constructed entirely from pure light-shadow laws, crystal clear, their shapes constantly changing, playing a silent yet space-shaking rhythm.
"Dao Sound Ancient Ruins." Si Lingle imdiately senses this na.
This place is a spectacle left behind by the Dao Sound Law resonance when the universe first opened.
Listening and understanding the rhythm here greatly benefits practitioners of the Sound Law, and for a top Golden Immortal like Si Lingle who comprehends the space origin, it can touch the "Sound of Origin" of space creation and resonance.
She doesn’t recklessly venture deep, instead sitting cross-legged at the edge of the "Ancient Ruins" in the void, closing her eyes, fully activating the [Heart of Void Relic], transforming her Divine Thought into an intangible dium to sense the mysterious connection between invisible Dao sound and space.
Ti loses its aning at this mont.
*She "hears" the echo when space folds, akin to a long bass note.
*She "sees" the ripples of space expansion, like the vibration of countless high-frequency notes.
*Space solidifies like the chiming of a large bell, while space shatters like rapid pipa strings.
*The [Tao Origin Spirit Core] within her faintly resonates, its seven-colored brilliance flowing, greedily absorbing the fragnts of rhythm dispersed from the ruins.
This is an understanding, different from absorbing energy or parsing space structures.
She attempts to comprehend, interpret, even simulate the essential laws of space from the perspective of "sound."
This insight is slow but profoundly nourishing, not enhancing magic power cultivation, yet silently broadening her understanding boundaries of Space Dao, letting her Law Divine Chain beco more dynamic and exquisite, as if endowed with the rhythm of life.
Si Lingle is imrsed in it, knowing this will be an exceedingly long realization.
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