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Chapter 280 Cultivation World 69
After a century of seclusion, Si Lingyue's aura had completely settled. With a single step, ripples silently spread through the surrounding space, instantly traversing the perilous ruins that once took months to cross, and appearing on the outskirts of the mountain range where her sect was located. The shattered Gobi desert stood in stark contrast to the familiar, beautiful landscape.

The power of the Celestial Realm flowed ceaselessly within her body. It was a completely new experience; space appeared to her like lines on her palm, and the threads of time could be vaguely sensed and manipulated.

With a slight thought, I found myself standing before the majestic mountain gate.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate were still familiar faces, but to Si Lingle now, they seemed like figures from another world. Her figure merged into the dust of space, her aura returning to its origin and receding like a mortal stone. After standing still for a moment, she released a wisp of the unique aura of a celestial being—vast, restrained, and carrying a trace of the vicissitudes of time.

"It's...it's Senior Sister Si?!" One of the disciples on duty exclaimed in surprise, rubbing his eyes. A hundred years is not a long time for a cultivator, but Si Lingle had only recently entered the Golden Immortal realm before her seclusion. Now that she has returned, the aura she exudes makes him feel as if he is facing an elder of the sect, unfathomable yet peaceful and unassailable.

Si Lingle nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips: "It's me, thank you for your hard work." Her voice was clear and calm, yet it carried an invisible power of persuasion, instantly calming the shock that had gripped the two disciples guarding the mountain from her sudden appearance.

Si Lingle walked slowly through the mountain gate. Her steps seemed ordinary, but with each step, the space beneath her feet slightly folded and contracted, allowing her to move forward at a speed far exceeding that of others of the same level, yet without any ostentatious leakage of immortal power.

The traces left by a century of time on the sect's landscape are extremely faint, but when she scanned it with her divine sense, she could clearly "hear" a subtle and completely different restlessness in the sect's atmosphere.

This restlessness reached its peak when she stepped into the Inner Affairs Hall to receive her updated identity jade token.

The hall was filled with disciples, who were engaged in lively discussions. The elders, who were usually in charge of internal affairs, were unusually busy, their brows furrowed with a mixture of solemnity and excitement. When Si Lingle calmly handed over her identity jade token from a hundred years ago, the elder initially paid it no mind and casually accepted it.

But the next moment, the elder's fingers suddenly stopped, and a faint but real trace of the laws of spacetime was transmitted from the ancient jade tablet to his fingertips!
He abruptly looked up, his gaze shooting towards Si Lingle like lightning. When he saw her calm, deep-pool-like silver-gray pupils, and her naturally harmonious aura that seemed to blend perfectly with the surrounding space, an incredible light flashed in the elder's eyes:
"You...you've broken through to a higher realm? A Celestial Immortal?!"

Although the exclamation was low, it was like a pebble thrown into a pond in the somewhat noisy Inner Affairs Hall, instantly attracting the attention of all the disciples nearby! Shocked, envious, and awe-inspiring gazes focused on Si Lingle.

After a century of seclusion, he broke through the Golden Immortal realm barrier and directly entered the Celestial Immortal realm! This is a feat that the sect has never heard of in nearly a thousand years!
Si Lingle remained calm, as if breaking through to a higher realm was nothing out of the ordinary: "I was fortunate to have gained something."

The elder took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his expression turned solemn and urgent: "You've returned just in time! Si Lingle, listen carefully! The sect has just received definite news from the Immortal Realm Star Alliance that the 'Nine Nether Vast Sea Realm'—an ancient Golden Immortal's secret realm that has been sealed for three eons—is confirmed to open in five years!"

The hall fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, their eyes burning with an intense longing. The relics of an ancient Golden Immortal! What an earth-shattering opportunity this represented!
The elder's voice continued, urgent: "The entrance to the secret realm is unstable, and the highest realm it can withstand is precisely the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm! All sects, families, and independent cultivators in the entire Immortal Realm that meet the requirements will send their elite disciples to compete for it!"

He looked into Si Lingle's eyes and said, word by word, "Our sect has set the rules! Three months from now, we will hold the sect-wide 'Heavenly Pivot Championship'! All inner and core disciples from the early to the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm can participate! In the end..." The elder's voice carried an undeniable determination, "...only the top one hundred will be selected!"

"These one hundred people will represent my Thunder Extreme Immortal Sect to go to the 'Starfall Ancient Battlefield' and participate in the 'Battle of the Vast Sea' where geniuses from the entire Immortal Realm gather! There, they will fight, form alliances, and plunder... using every means to obtain the 'Vast Sea Key'! In the end, only those who possess the key will be qualified to step into the 'Nine Nether Vast Sea Realm'!"

boom!
The atmosphere inside the hall was completely ignited! The sounds of discussion, gasps, and excited shouts could no longer be contained. The Golden Immortal Realm! A battle across the entire Immortal Domain! A sect competition! Top 100 spots! Every word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

Si Lingle stood at the center of the turbulent vortex, her expression remaining as calm as a still well. Only in the depths of her silver-gray eyes did she see no longer the vortex of stars, but the cosmic galaxy flowing with an invisible river of time, a profound light suddenly flashing within them!
"Nine Netherworld Vast Sea Realm... Heavenly Pivot Championship... A Battle of One Hundred..."

She whispered to herself, a faint fighting spirit mixed with a yearning for higher-level spacetime laws quietly rising within her.

The life-and-death trials of the "Abyss of Sinking Soldiers" and the foundation-building of the Dao through "a hundred years of sitting in solitude" seemed to be stepping stones prepared for this moment.

The gates to the Celestial Realm have been opened, and a world that is wider, more dangerous, and contains even richer treasures is drawing her in with a deadly allure, opening a path full of thorns and glory. And the first step is the battle of the top 100 three months from now.

She bowed slightly to the elder, her clear voice piercing through the clamor of the hall:
"Disciple, Si Lingle, hereby registers for the 'Tian Shu Championship'."

As Si Lingyue finished speaking, the Imperial Household Department fell silent for a moment before erupting into an even more heated discussion.

That clear and calm voice was like a cold stone thrown into boiling lava, instantly suppressing the noise of the entire scene and attracting countless gazes, some surprised, some scrutinizing, and some in awe, to focus on her.

March passes in the blink of an eye.

The summit of Tian Shu Peak of Lei Ji Immortal Sect, which is usually a solemn and quiet martial arts arena, has now been covered and transformed by a vast spatial array, turning it into an endless void battlefield.

The sea of ​​clouds was pushed back by an invisible barrier, with only specks of star-like runes floating and flickering in the void, outlining the boundaries of the battle and the invisible rules.

This is the battlefield for the "Heavenly Pivot Championship"!

A grand undertaking rarely seen even among the top sects of the entire Immortal Realm—a temporary dimensional martial arts arena built using the sect's supreme treasure, the "Heavenly Pivot Mirror."

The space inside the arena can be infinitely extended, folded, and cut, accommodating hundreds of people to engage in fierce battles at the same time, and projecting each duel clearly onto the smooth, mirror-like jade wall of the main peak viewing platform.

The first round was called "Riding the Waves of the Galaxy".

Thousands of Celestial Immortal disciples were randomly thrown into this vast void battlefield.

Their goal is to move forward, navigating between "space nodes" scattered like star fragments, avoiding obstacles from the space itself and simulated attacks from competitors.

Only those who can reach the deepest core node, "Tian Shu," within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn can advance.

Si Lingle's figure appeared at the edge of a stardust belt filled with distorted force fields. Without the slightest hesitation, her silver-gray eyes did not even need to deliberately observe her surroundings; relying solely on her instinctive perception, she had already "read" the patterns and traps of the space ahead.

Step out.

His figure suddenly became ethereal, as if he had merged into the gaps between light and dust.

When she reappeared, she was already several miles away at a node. She wasn't the fastest; there were also disciples skilled in wind and thunder escape techniques or bloodline supernatural abilities who sped past, stirring up violent fluctuations of immortal power.

However, Si Lingle remained completely silent with each step.

The space beneath her feet was like a familiar mountain path, with each step landing precisely on the most stable point.

Those turbulent currents that required expending immortal power to force their way through were calmed down by the invisible spatial manipulation before she even got close.
The moment she stepped into those abruptly appearing spatial traps, the spatial ripples beneath her feet deftly "folded," subtly diverting the traps' devouring power.

Si Lingle's movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hint of dazzling divine light, and not even her clothes fluttered much, as if she were simply taking a leisurely stroll in the mountains.

But her speed was so consistent it was almost despairing.

On the viewing platform, some inner sect elders who hadn't paid much attention to the new faces gradually became serious.

"This woman... her control over space is almost like the natural way of the Tao."

"After a century of silence, it is indeed a case of 'silence before action.' This level of spatial affinity is something that even some veteran celestial beings may not possess."

As the number of players advancing decreased, the quality of the opponents also increased rapidly. The next stage of the battle was a brutal one-on-one elimination match, which took place in a "dimensional arena" temporarily partitioned off from the void battlefield.

Si Lingle is facing increasingly formidable opponents.

There is the chief of Lei Fafeng, who commands magnificent heavenly thunder and has a powerful presence.

There are sword elites who can wield thousands of flying swords and weave a net of destruction.
There are even a few masters of strange witchcraft who practice bizarre spells and can erode space with their divine sense.

However, no matter what kind of attack she faced, Si Lingle's fighting style remained the same—she almost never took the initiative to attack, but simply stood quietly in place or moved slowly.

A sword net was closing in? The space in front of her, about ten feet in length, distorted slightly, like a stone thrown into a lake. Dense sword energy pierced into that distorted area, but it was deflected and scattered, as if it had been pushed aside by an invisible hand. Some of the flying swords even had strange trajectories that nearly injured their controllers.

A divine thunderbolt struck her head? She raised her hand and gestured, and when the violent lightning touched an inch above her palm, space silently cracked open, swallowing the destructive lightning as if it had been thrown into a bottomless abyss.

When it reappeared, the divine lightning actually exploded on the void barrier not far away, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

A curse was coming? Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint, barely perceptible silver-gray ripple spread through the space around her. The malevolent divine curse collided with this ripple, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, and was dissolved and eliminated layer by layer by the "folded" spatial power, not even shaking her spirit.

Si Lingle's opponents felt as if they were attacking not one person, but a bottomless starry sky or an unfathomable fog.

Si Lingle's figure seemed to be within arm's reach, yet it was as if there was an insurmountable spatial barrier and a chasm of time separating them forever.

Finally, the road to advancement has reached its final stage – the core showdown for a spot in the top 100.

Si Lingle's opponent is Tong Yu, a renowned peak Heavenly Immortal expert from the inner sect! He is known for his powerful and unparalleled "Pan Yue True Body," and it is said that he once withstood a blow from an early Golden Immortal expert without falling.

Within the enormous dimensional arena, Tong Yu's body was enveloped in a soaring, earth-yellow immortal light that coalesced into a towering, mountain-like phantom, radiating a suffocating pressure. His eyes blazed like torches, and his voice boomed like a bell: "Junior Sister Si! Your spatial techniques are wondrous, but they cannot break through my 'Unmoving Mountain Stance'! Admit defeat and avoid physical pain!"

The atmosphere on the viewing platform froze instantly. Everyone knew how monstrous Tong Yu's defense was; how could Si Lingle possibly break through it with her exquisite dodging and guiding?
Si Lingyue finally moved.

She neither retreated nor dodged.

Instead, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he took a step towards that mountain-like figure.

This step was unremarkable.

But just as the foot landed—

Tong Yu's pupils suddenly contracted! His proud "Pan Yue True Body" seemed to have collided with an invisible, overwhelming force of spatial and temporal compression!

The stable space beneath their feet suddenly became as stagnant and viscous as a swamp, incredibly heavy!
Do not!
It's not viscous!

The "density" of this space itself has been suddenly and infinitely increased!
It felt as if I was instantly transported to the core of a collapsing neutron star!
At the same time, an even stranger feeling came over him—the “time” within his body that maintained the flow of his immortal arts seemed to have been artificially stretched out in that instant!
A single step carries immense weight; a single step freezes time itself!
Si Lingle's seemingly effortless step contained the initial, tangible application of her century-long meditation and understanding of the laws of space and time! The ultimate "compression" of space and the subtle "dislocation" of the flow of time!
"puff--"

Tong Yu's mountain phantom trembled violently and flickered. He himself groaned as if struck by a heavy hammer. His strong body hunched over uncontrollably, his face flushed red, and the immortal power he had gathered was almost completely "dissipated" by this strange step!
His immortal energy cycle, which had maintained its "unmoving momentum," experienced a fatal blockage and disorder due to the spacetime distortion caused by this step.

Just as Tong Yu was exhausted of his old strength and had not yet generated new strength, and his mind was shaken, Si Lingle's figure seemed to ignore the spatial distance and appeared one step in front of him.

Shi Hao did not unleash any offensive spells. Instead, he calmly extended his finger and gently touched Tong Yu's brow, seeing Tong Yu's still shocked expression.

There was no celestial light emanating from her fingertips.

But Tong Yu felt an irresistible spatial "pulling" force acting on him. It was as if the space around his body had been instantly emptied, forming an outward repulsive vortex!

It's not an attack, it's an expulsion!
boom!
With a muffled thud, Tong Yu's mountain-like, imposing figure was sent flying straight away by this pure spatial teleportation force, without any fancy moves! Like a kite with a broken string, he was thrown far beyond the boundary of the dimensional arena!
defeat!
Decisive and efficient, unbelievable!
The entire summit of Tian Shu Peak was deathly silent. The disciples, elders, and even the core members of the sect holding high positions all gleamed with disbelief!
Si Lingle stood quietly in the center of the dimensional arena, withdrawing her fingers as if she had done something insignificant. Her aura remained calm and restrained, as if that mind-blowing step into space had never happened.