Reborn with infinite panels

Chapter 303 Cultivation World 92
Si Lingle's last vestige of consciousness shattered completely in the shrill scream of the time-space funnel exploding.

There was no light, no sound, and no concept of "existence" itself.

She was like the tiniest speck of cosmic dust, enveloped in a perpetually frozen vacuum, falling toward the ultimate void where even the concept of "death" seemed like a luxury.

Just as the spark of consciousness was about to be completely extinguished, merging into this cold graveyard forgotten for billions of ages—

hum...

A faint yet incredibly ancient tremor pierced through the barrier of absolute nothingness.

It was not a sound, but a primal resonance that transcended the senses! Like a sleeping heart, at the end of the frozen winter of the universe, through a sea of ​​lightless dust as heavy as the stars, it beat extremely, extremely faintly.

This pulsation swept through the fragmented particles of her consciousness!

The body, which was about to complete its graying process, suddenly stopped for a moment the instant it came into contact with this strange, desolate space!
It wasn't a repair, but rather as if it had been forcibly solidified by some higher-level "rule field," and the erosion was temporarily frozen.

"..."

In the darkness, "she" could not think, but the fragments of her senses that were on the verge of extinction caught the direction from which the tremor came—the desolate ruins that she had glimpsed before falling, composed of huge, cold skeletons like stars!

boom--! ! !
What followed was a devastating impact!

The magic array that had been repaired in the dark abyss unleashed a second wave of attacks! It was far more condensed and swift than the first wave, like an end chain that pierced through countless dimensional barriers, fiercely stabbing into the newly closed spacetime rift, precisely locking onto Si Lingle's falling trajectory!

The annihilation law contained in the tip of the chain is enough to completely crush and erase any "residual" traces of existence!
This attack was faster than the speed at which Si Lingle's consciousness dissipated!

Just as the pitch-black spear of the end was about to catch up with the solidifying gray-white crack—

The ruins... have moved.

It wasn't a physical displacement. Deep within that enormous, indescribably cold skeletal structure, a node that had been disturbed by "pulsation" seemed to have been ignited by an external attack.

A gray-white stone slab, long since dulled and shaped like a triangular prism, embedded in a node of a giant vertebral skeleton, suddenly glowed with a faint, almost imperceptible, blue-gray light film.

Buzz... Click!

The light film is not a defense mechanism, but rather a kind of afterglow that serves as an identity verification shield.

The moment the chains of the end pierced the outer area of ​​the ruins, that desolate "field of rules" was completely enraged by the violent alien force!
"Boom——!!!"

The entire skeleton of the ruins seemed to come alive! It wasn't a physical tremor, but rather an invisible dimensional tsunami that exploded from the most basic spacetime structure!

Countless invisible blades of law, composed of the "logic of existence" itself, burst forth from the surface of the ruins!
The chains of the end and the blades of law collided with a deafening roar!
There was no light burst, no shockwave.

Only the most primal concepts cancel each other out! The power on the dark chains, enough to annihilate galaxies, collided with the law-based prisms erupting from the ruins, like snow hitting the scorching core of a star.

A part of the Chains of the End... has been "denied"! Its "erasure" rule was forcibly stripped away and negated by the "solidification" rule inherent in the ruins, making the structure extremely unstable!

"How is this possible?!" A genuine roar of shock and anger echoed from the depths of the dark abyss, piercing through dimensions and shaking the chaotic void.

The Dark Hand has never truly encountered anything capable of directly confronting the rules of the End! This "Forgotten Land" hides secrets far more terrifying than it could have imagined!

The pursuing power of the end was forced to dissipate most of its energy, with only a small amount of corrosive energy remaining, which was torn apart by the spatial storm and did not touch Si Lingle's last remaining body.

The law-based blades that erupted from the ruins quickly dimmed and disappeared after negating the attack, as if they had exhausted the last bit of power accumulated over billions of years.

The massive skeleton sank back into the cold, deathly silence, even the faintest pulsation vanished.

However, the last fragment of the aftershock of the struggle against the laws, like cosmic dust, unexpectedly drifted toward Si Lingle's solidified body and her completely dissipated consciousness particles!

Especially from the edge of the triangular prism fragment that had once glowed with a film of light, several invisible specks of blue starlight, resembling dust, flew out—

sieve……

These dust particles, containing the lingering echoes of "the rules of solidified existence" and "the concept of resisting the end," silently merged into the gray-white cracks temporarily solidified by the rules of the ruins, and permeated into the core of her shattered consciousness, into the fragments of cognition that had not yet been completely extinguished.

In that instant, several wildly jumping and incomprehensible images uncontrollably "flashed" through Si Lingle's dying mental fragments:

The rotating star chart array under the infinite dome was billions of times more complex than any star chart she had ever seen.

A massive, prismatic crystal burning with eerie blue flames is disintegrating, its fragments scattering across endless space and time.

A blurry, inhuman silhouette, its hands caressing the core of the rotating star map, in an almost pilgrimage-like posture.

...Then came utter darkness. Not nothingness, but a void of being "plundered" and "closed off."

"Well……"

A thought of pure pain and confusion, in the deepest cold, moved slightly like a stone sunk into the deep sea.

This is not a resurgence of consciousness, but rather a faint reflection of the ripples on the water's surface by the wreckage of a sunken vessel.

The ruins remained cold and desolate, the chains of the end had been broken, and the will of the dark hand churned in the void with unbelievable rage and deeper covetousness.

But Si Lingle's "core of existence," which should have been completely extinguished, was forcibly frozen at the final critical point before annihilation in this slumbering land where even death seemed insignificant, due to the collision of two supreme powers and the remnants of ancient echoes!

She stood like a shattered, frozen monument on the edge of a forgotten graveyard. Within her body was a trace of the "solidified rule" left by the fallen star, as well as that strange "starlight" that seemed to be related to the primordial crystal.

Sleep? Death? Or... a living tombstone awaiting to be awakened once more by the echoes of the ancient past?
And that "Primordial Fragment" that once aroused the covetousness of darkness... could it be the disintegrating prism that flashed through the depths of her consciousness? Are its remains sleeping deep within this massive ruin, as colossal as the skeleton of a giant beast?
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Eternal silence, like heavy lead, pressed down on the fragile, shattered glass body.

Time loses its meaning here; all that remains in the space is a cold void and the oppressive feeling brought by the enormous skeletons.

Si Lingle's body—that shell covered in gray-white cracks, with stardust and remnants emanating from its severed arm—was forcibly frozen in the last moment before annihilation by the strange rules of this forgotten land.

The invisible pressure emanating from the ruins, like a glacier frozen over billions of years, suppressed the corrosive power of "Echoes of the End," but also nailed her existence firmly to the edge of the cliff, hanging on the threshold of life and death, with a faint trace of true spirit almost extinguished in the eternal frost.
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Extremely far from the earth-shattering "Broken Chain Battlefield," not in the depths of chaos, but precisely in the heart of the Three Realms Allied Forces—deep within the magnificent "Heavenly Dao Council Hall," inscribed with countless ancient protective runes. The dark, shadowless chamber was not empty.

A withered figure, dressed in an elder's gray robe, sat quietly in the center of a complex array constructed of pure shadow energy.

His body, like a rock weathered for thousands of years, was incompatible with the surging, viscous shadow energy around him, yet strangely merged into it.

This is not the decay of flesh and blood, but an alienation of a higher level of existence.

His—or rather, "its"—will has just experienced unprecedented turmoil.

"Hiss... Ruins... Rule repulsion... Origin... Fragments..." Chaotic thoughts collided in the void like shattered icicles.

This body is named "Kunxu," and it was once the renowned chief elder of the Three Realms who had been in charge of the "Heavenly Dao Academy" for hundreds of years!
At this moment, deep within his empty eye sockets, there was not darkness, but two extremely restrained, swirling clusters of pitch-black flames, reflecting fragments of the breathtaking scene that had just unfolded:
The struggling, indomitable starlight of annihilation, the diverted torrent of the end, the mysterious rules of the ruins erupting in resistance... and those few starlight particles originating from the "triangular prism" that merged into the dying person's body at the last moment!

Intense emotional turmoil shook the being in the shadows: anger and shock at the repeated interruptions to the meticulously planned harvest, and even more so at being injured by ants; awe at the strange power of the rules that the forgotten land displayed, capable of resisting the "end"; but at its core was an uncontrollable greed and burning desire!
"Found it! The key fragment of 'Origin'... Finally... answered the call of the end!"

Kunxu's withered fingers (the skin on them was like old leather) unconsciously brushed over the array beneath him, and a faint fluctuation carrying the aura of decay spread out.

This wave penetrated the spatial barrier, connecting precisely to that dark abyss in a way that transcended matter.
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Edge of the Starfall Era Ruins

In the space frozen like stagnant water, the few specks of blue starlight dust that had merged into Si Lingle's gray-white cracks did not fall silent within the absolutely still law field of the ruins.

They are like fluorescent algae that have been dormant in the deep sea for hundreds of millions of years and are extremely sensitive to specific frequencies.

When Kunxu attempted to forcefully perceive this area and search for the whereabouts of the "Origin Key Fragment" through that wisp of decaying energy, the very act of this weak "rule-based probing" inadvertently triggered a shared resonance that remained deep within this ruin.

hum... hum...

The silent ruins seemed to tremble slightly, and a deep echo reverberated from the depths of the space, as if responding to some familiar call, yet carrying a hint of warning. At the same time, the few tiny specks of starlight blue dust within Si Lingle's dying body suddenly lit up!
What they emitted was no longer the faint glow of shattered stars, but a deep, icy blue ripple of light that seemed to freeze the very source of all things. This ripple of light was extremely faint, yet it contained an incredible law of "anchoring existence."

The miracle happened!
The hideous gray-white cracks on Si Lingle's body, under the reflection of this icy blue light, seemed to have met their nemesis as the "power of the end" that was spreading wildly within them and trying to completely disintegrate its existence! The erosion was forcibly interrupted and reversed!
This is not a cure, but rather a "regression of the state of being"!
Like a movie being precisely rewound: the gray-white cracks begin to converge and heal extremely slowly from the edge of the crack inward.

The eroded material and spiritual structures, like sand piles being rebuilt, are guided by an invisible will and forcibly reconstructed according to the final structural imprint left when they were "solidified"!

An even more shocking change occurred at the site of her remaining left arm and shoulder.

The broken section was originally filled with scattered light dust and disordered chaotic energy.

At this moment, the icy blue light ripples, like countless tiny, resilient tentacles, began to gather and weave at the break.

Visible energy is constrained and compressed, following an ancient life blueprint template that remains deep within the Starfall Ruins field. First, the outline of the shoulder blade is drawn, then the arm bones, muscles, tendons, blood vessels... Tiny specks of light, like twinkling stars, flow across it.

A brand new arm, gleaming with a hazy jade-like luster yet possessing immense power, is being reforged step by step, slowly and steadily, by the residual power of the rules of this forgotten land, combined with the solidified energy of the primordial starlight, in a way that defies common sense!

"Well……"

A soft, almost inaudible groan, a mixture of unconscious pain and bewilderment, escaped from Si Lingle's nearly petrified lips without warning.

This is by no means an ordinary restoration of senses! This is a sign that the "true spirit" has been forcibly pulled back from the void and chaos!
That dying trace of the true spirit, like a lone boat adrift in the darkness of despair, was suddenly illuminated and enveloped by an invisible, warm, icy-blue glow.

The warmth does not come from temperature, but from the indestructible "affirmation of existence" represented by that icy blue glow.

Anchored!

Deep within Si Lingle's consciousness, the chaotic and nihilistic turmoil was forcibly pierced by a cold yet incredibly clear sense of "rule power"!
Her eyelids were as heavy as if they were pressing down on two icebergs, but beneath them, her deep purple pupils were struggling and trembling violently!

That was not a physical activity of the eyeball, but a combination of the survival instinct that erupted from a will on the verge of shattering in a desperate situation and the fragments of ancient will remaining in the icy blue light ripples!
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It was like a long century compressed into a moment, or a ray of light suddenly appearing in eternal darkness.

at last!

Si Lingle's eyelids suddenly opened!

There was no bewilderment like a newborn baby, only exhaustion and confusion after being trapped in a desperate situation, and a deep-seated pain that instantly swept over her entire body! Her body seemed to have been completely shattered and forcibly glued back together, every inch of flesh and bone emitting a sharp, soul-tearing wail.

However, at this moment, her mind was extremely clear!
Those deep purple eyes, which had just opened and still bore traces of gray and white, did not immediately reflect the desolate and magnificent ruins and skeletons before them, but rather a vision that transcended space:

In the remote heartland of the Three Realms Alliance, in the dark secret chamber of the Heavenly Dao Council Hall, a withered figure sat cross-legged in the center of a vortex of shadows—Elder Kunxu!
On that familiar yet unfamiliar face, the black flames burning in those empty eye sockets, and that aura that was almost identical to the cold, withered thing she had "bitten" not long ago!

The illusion shattered instantly!

"Ho--!!"

Si Lingle gasped sharply, the intense pain and unbelievable truth shooting through her body like an electric current! All the clues connected instantly:

That ruthless and precise control, the shadow of the reaper, the ultimate power that erodes the boundary, the withered evil hidden beneath the order...

The mastermind behind it all is none other than Kunxu, the once highly respected chief elder of the Heavenly Dao Academy! He has actually merged with the "Echoes of the End"!
At the same time, in the far reaches of the Three Realms' core, Kunxu's withered body suddenly trembled! Dark black flames suddenly surged in his eye sockets!
"I sensed it! It has returned! The returnee of the Primordial Fragments... the will of the Star of Annihilation..."

He felt it! He felt the faint fluctuations emanating from that desolate space, the rekindling of that tenacious consciousness, and the awakening of that individual containing the "primordial aura"!

This was no longer an accident; it had become the supreme key to the ultimate form of "End" evolution that he had to seize immediately in his plan!

Si Lingle's struggle broke free from some of the constraints of the relic's rules, but also completely exposed her position.

The crisis is not over.

Her narrow escape only pushed her into the deeper and crueler center of the game.

The eye of the storm gazes upon this ancient tomb.

Her newly formed arms clenched tightly, feeling the powerful yet unfamiliar force brought by the reforged body. In the depths of Si Lingle's purple eyes, there was only a resolute light that was colder than ice and deeper than annihilation.

She knew that the real war had only just begun.