Chapter 491: Chapter 282: Cultivation World 72
At the moment Si Lingle’s figure melded into the coordinate of that mysterious vortex, it felt as though she broke through numerous layers of exceptionally thick water membrane.
A presence far more pure and majestic than the periphery, even faintly carrying the wailing of law, instantly enveloped her in an ancient ambiance.
Concepts of time and space became blurred and distorted here, making her feel like a speck of dust being swept into a turbulent river composed of fragments from ancient stars and broken rules.
Upon entering, countless chaotic space fragments, akin to billions of extremely sharp invisible blades, carried energy storms capable of tearing even ordinary Heavenly Immortal bodies, swept towards her.
Silvery-gray space power instinctively surged out to protect her, transforming into a thin layer of light membrane, but upon contact, the membrane vibrated intensely, emitting a grating sound.
Si Lingle distinctly felt her immortal power rapidly depleting.
The passageway was not straight, with occasional dark "vortexes" collapsing inward, emanating terrifying gravity.
These were like greedy giant mouths, capturing one would make the body feel instantly heavy as a thousand catties, with the soul seemingly being torn into it.
Si Lingle’s eyes sharp, her hands moved rapidly, silver light dancing at her fingertips, precisely creating small "space nodes" on the edges of these deadly vortexes, utilizing the momentary repulsive force fluctuations between nodes to sling through, narrowly avoiding danger as if grasping protruding stones in a rapid flood.
The most dangerous wasn’t the cutting, but those silent spatial "folds."
They were like invisible transparent folded cloth, seemingly harmless but upon touch, a part of the body could instantly be folded, transmitted, or directly annihilated!
Si Lingle’s silvery-gray eyes shone brightly, fully "sensing" the most subtle flowing textures of space law, her body floating like catkins amidst invisible fold crevices, several times narrowly avoiding the deadly folding zones.
Unknown how much time passed (in this region, the flow of time was bizarre), a vast and pure silver light suddenly illuminated before her.
Si Lingle’s mind moved, fully urging the remaining immortal power within her, carrying a trace of original space dao rhythm absorbed from the "Heart of Space" fragments, like an arrow off a bowstring, she fiercely broke through the tunnel’s exit!
The scene before her caused her breath to halt.
This was not the anticipated cave dwelling or palace, but a solidified void storm!
An unimaginably immense existence—its body remnants, long transformed by eons into the foundation of the space before her. Its remains are the Secret Realm itself!
Surrounding were infinitely extending "space crystal walls" like colossal biological ribs, shining with flowing silver light, covered with naturally formed, incredibly profound law runes, spontaneously evolving, annihilating, containing unimaginable law mysteries.
At the Secret Realm’s core, flowed a river made purely of viscous, liquid silver light. It was simultaneously solid and liquid, both stationary and in eternal motion.
Immense and pure spatial energy emanated from it, making Si Lingle feel as though every pore on her body was greedily breathing.
Just as Si Lingle arrived, that flowing "River of Space" suddenly boiled!
Countless streams of liquid silver light shot skyward, rapidly condensing, transforming in mid-air!
They were no longer scattered energy, but transformed into various creatures of different forms, between tangible and ethereal:
The most fundamental were humanoid silver guardians, entirely composed of crystalline spatial energy, wielding energy spears formed by space layers. They were the most numerous, their movements stiff but exceedingly powerful, each spear thrust creating spatial oscillations.
More dangerous were the semi-transparent shadow-shaped creatures, seemingly existing in the layers of space, their forms flickering unpredictably, capable of stretching claws directly from the void to attack, impossible to guard against. Their attacks carried a potent spatial slicing effect.
At the center of the River of Space, arose a larging twisting, incessantly writhing liquid core. Like a brain formed by countless silver-gray writhing worms, it emitted an invisible screech.
With each pulse, new guardians or ghostly figures could instantly be birthed around! It was the embodiment of the will of the entire "River of Space," the Secret Realm’s ultimate guardian—the remaining consciousness of the Void Devouring Beast!
A brutal and magnificent battle erupted instantly!
The energy spears of the space guardians stabbed forth, carrying a sharp penetrating sense through space.
