Chapter 494: Chapter 283: Cultivation World 73
Delving into countless miles, a vast ruin appeared ahead.
Enormous broken stone pillars were slantedly embedded in the expanse of sand, faint traces of an ancient temple could still be discerned.
The peculiarity lay not in the ruin itself, but in the layers of overlapping mirrors of shattered space-time fragments surrounding it!
Countless historical dust and solidified energy streams twisted, hung upside down, and replayed within these fragment barriers—it could be a breathtaking sword light slashing, or perhaps the final strike of a gigantic creature before its extinction.
Time here is a fragmented puzzle, while space is a dislocated Rubik’s Cube.
Si Lingle looked grave. This was no static barrier, but a constantly evolving maze with fatal time traps within.
Those flickering lights were not just images, they also possibly contained terrifying attacks frozen within the space-time fragments!
"The remnants of the ’Space-Time Corridor’..." she murmured softly. With a thought, the Heart of Void Relic heated slightly, a purer spatial control flowed out.
She didn’t attempt to break the barrier, as that would only provoke a wild backlash from space-time turmoil.
Her figure transformed into an extremely faint silver thread, moving along the so-called "seams" at the barrier’s edge that were relatively stable yet hide deadly traps.
She compressed her presence to the utmost, allowing the Space Power to gently smooth over each possible chain-reaction-triggering ripple beneath her feet, as if walking on a tightrope at the edge of a storm.
Suddenly, a fragment of time within the barrier fluctuated violently, a radiance from a torn star impact seemed to awaken, roaring out towards Si Lingle!
Si Lingle did not dodge!
Her hands swiftly sketched an extremely complex micro-rune infused with the fragment imprints of the "Heart of Space" right before her.
The rune flashed and vanished, immediately afterward, the stellar impact, which could annihilate ordinary Earth Immortals, upon reaching a few feet from Si Lingle, seemed to crash into an endless, inwardly shrinking pocket space.
All light and heat were madly compressed and absorbed in an instant, silently disappearing within a point, without even a ripple born.
Si Lingle’s face paled slightly, the instant consumption wasn’t small, yet it testified to the terrifying enhancement of the Heart of Void Relic in spatial containment power.
Not daring to linger, she accelerated through the peripheral region, eventually discovering an oddly metallic piece clung with crystalline blue stardust—a piece of Cosmic Light Dust Silver—on a relatively quiet ancient altar near the core.
This was a treasure left after being washed by the Power of Space-Time billions of times, containing a faint intertwining of time and space laws. Although far from comparable to the fragments of the "Heart of Space," it was a perfect auxiliary material for refining top-grade Space-Time Immortal Treasures.
Moving forward, at the end of the indigo ocean of sand, the scenery changed abruptly.
A vast basin shrouded in dazzling mirage light appeared.
Within the basin, pavilions and towers loomed faintly, Immortal Palaces and treasure halls stood like scales, celestial music echoed, auspicious energies fused like thousand strands. Countless extraordinary immortal treasures, wondrous lights, and exotic treasures flickered amidst the misty haze.
The entire basin radiated a deadly allure, as if leading to a dreamy land.
"The ’Illusory Sea Mirage’... a supreme phantom realm created by space distortion and the remnants of laws." Points of ice shards glittered in Si Lingle’s silver eyes.
She acutely perceived the surging spatial traps and omnipresent mesmerizing spiritual field beneath that beautiful façade.
Ordinary cultivators, even those at the late True Immortal or early stage of Daluo Golden Immortal, if their will wasn’t strong or their understanding of space insufficient, once trapped, their physical bodies would be lost in endlessly overlapping mirrored spaces, their Primordial Spirit twisted and devoured by the Illusion Realm’s power, ultimately becoming part of the nourishment for the mirage.
Si Lingle took a deep breath, the power of the Heart of Void Relic surged. She didn’t look at those changing alluring images, instead, her eyes slowly closed, her Spiritual Power infinitely refined, sinking into the spatial layers—the ’Void Realm.’
No matter how real the Illusion Realm, its foundation lies in the distorted projection of reality space!
In the perception view of the Void Realm, the vast basin seemed stripped of its colorful facade, revealing its cold, harsh essence: the entire basin was a gigantic, continuously rotating vortex!
Countless twisted spatial channels nested and intertwined like a web, the center was a consciousness-aggregating point emitting chaotic soul fluctuations (perhaps the remnant obsession of some fallen Great Power combined with the Space Law).
