When Silent Night completely enveloped the Cloud Heaven Sea, a sudden phenonon occurred.
A low hum ca from the depths of the sky, inaudible at first, but then spreading like rolling thunder.
The pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn open by a rift—no, it wasn't a rift, but a gigantic, frantically spinning vortex.
Its scale was so imnse that it nearly obscured half the sky!
The center of the vortex was deep as an abyss, yet its edges flowed with a heart-stopping halo.
Even more astonishing was the terrifying suction force it generated:
The thick white mist that perpetually shrouded the Cloud Heaven Sea was now seized as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into countless milky-white torrents rushing into the depths of the vortex;
The free Elental Power in the air—be it the gentle breath of wind, the humid water vapor, or the scattered vitality of plants—was forcibly stripped away and pulled in, like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea.
The strangest thing was that even the night itself seed to be being swallowed.
Wherever the vortex passed, darkness receded, starlight was extinguished, and the sky visibly beca thin and transparent, like a washed curtain.
In just the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea, the originally profound darkness showed a sickly pallor, resembling the ambiguous mont just before dawn.
The train slowly ca to a stop directly beneath the vortex, its automated driving system falling silent.
Everyone gathered by the windows. Yu Nian subconsciously gripped her weapon, and Leng Ningxue frowned deeply.
But the system panel remained silent, with no warnings or prompts. The detection console screen was blank, and only the bizarre light and shadow cast by the vortex silently flowed within the carriage.
A familiar chill arose in everyone's hearts.
This omnipresent and irresistible great power was so similar to the feeling when that man mobilized the Power of the Terrain in the valley,
yet it was even vaster and more magnificent, as if it were the manifestation of the will of the entire "Outer World."
"What exactly is this?" Yu Nian frowned, but both Leng Ningxue and Bai Cheng seed lost in thought and did not answer her seemingly self-addressed question.
In fact, everyone should have probably guessed, as the train had stopped directly beneath the vortex without warning.
This might be the final phenonon before entering the Infinite Realm.
Or perhaps the system was exerting its power to forcibly open a Realm ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Passage, causing this result.
Bai Cheng's eyes lit up, and at the sa ti, she beca even more certain of this conjecture.
Due to the nature of her own ability, she sensed an extrely dense Spatial Power surrounding them!
Bai Cheng stared at the vortex, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Under that all-consuming torrent, she keenly perceived the surrounding space violently twisting.
Unlike the savage instability of the Original Vortex that Ye Liangchen stepped into, the current distortion carried a strange sense of rhythm, as if countless transparent threads were being ticulously woven, folded, and reorganized.
Every spatial tremor subtly resonated with the power inside her body, as if revealing to her how rules are constructed, how energy crosses dinsions, and how worlds are stitched into their current form.
"This feeling..." Bai Cheng's heart trembled. "It's like a demonstration specifically for ... Good Fortune?"
The Fragnts of Spatial Law emanating from the vortex at this mont fit the progression needs of her innate talent so perfectly, as if they were keys tailored for her to understand a higher level.
Bai Cheng had a premonition that this power could help her break through the initial stage of the King tier.
Without hesitation.
While everyone else was still at a loss regarding the heavenly phenonon, Bai Cheng had already sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and imrsed her entire consciousness into perception.
The Black Scythe lay across her knees. Her consciousness quietly spread out like a spiderweb, not fighting the heaven-swallowing, earth-devouring suction force,
but rather following the trajectory of the spatial distortion, capturing the True aning of Elents that were breaking and reforming within it.
She saw how the mist was decomposed into its most Fundantal Particles within the vortex, how Elental Power was purified and rged, and how the night was extracted from the dinsion of ti... These fragnted insights subtly echoed the roots of her three Employee Talents and resonated with the fragnts of the Power of the Terrain law she had touched during the Valley Battle.
With every breath, her understanding of the world's structure deepened; with every heartbeat, her connection to this heaven and earth tightened slightly.
It was as if she was briefly breaking free from the perspective of a chess piece, examining the cornerstones and seams that constructed the outer domain of the Infinite Realm with the gaze of a craftsman.
The vortex continued to expand, and the sky was nearly pure white, as if Eternal Night had been forcibly reversed.
The train remained silent, and the system was still mute.
Leng Ningxue and Yu Nian also noticed Bai Cheng's change and quietly left the bedroom.
In this situation where everything was unknown, all they could do was wait.
Silence returned to the carriage. Only the heaven-devouring vortex outside the window silently cast its bizarre, shifting light and shadow inward, slowly flowing over Bai Cheng's ditating figure.
She had completely sunk into her Inner Vision.
Her consciousness, like the finest tendrils, no longer resisted the vast suction force that enveloped everything,
but instead followed the strange rhythm of spatial twisting, folding, and reorganization, probing toward the fragnted yet reforming Source of Law deep within the vortex.
The Black Scythe on her knees transmitted a cold yet familiar sensation, acting now as an anchor point,
stabilizing a portion of her consciousness in this world, while allowing the other part to drift with the current, to capture and to understand.
Initially, it was a fragnted torrent of perception: the subtle crackle of mist decomposing into Fundantal Particles, the faint shimr of Elental Power being stripped and purified, the cold concept of nothingness left behind when the night was drawn away... These fragnts surged in furiously, colliding intensely with the roots of the three talents already fused within her body.
The fragnts of the Power of the Terrain law initially touched upon during the Valley Battle were now activated and nourished by this higher-level, more fundantal spatial demonstration, beginning to grow and piece together slowly and steadily.
For every incrent in understanding, her connection to this "Outer World" tightened slightly.
She seed to briefly transcend the limitations of a chess piece, glimpsing the faint light at the seams of the world's cornerstones with a near-Creator's perspective.
But this very act of glimpsing was an extre burden on her mortal body and mind.
Change arrived quietly.
An indescribable craving sprouted from the depths of her soul.
This craving swelled along with the rapid expansion of her perception, like arid land frantically soaking up sweet dew.
Every integration of a fragnt of spatial law was like striking a higher, more resonant note on the strings of her soul, accumulating a tension that was about to burst forth.
Her breathing gradually beca deep and hot. Beneath her fair skin, a faint light seed to travel through her blood vessels—it was overflowing energy rushing through.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her temples, slid down the gentle curve of her cheeks, and disappeared into her collar.
Her normally cool and calm face was tinged with a faint blush, born from intense concentration and internal shock.
Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, as if resisting sothing, yet also welcoming sothing.
The critical point of breakthrough descended in silence.
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