Reborn with infinite panels

Chapter 299 Cultivation World 88
The gray line at Si Lingle's fingertip stirred up a spatial vortex at the entrance of the abyss, which suddenly swelled up!
The dark matter-like collapsing gravity frantically tore at the crystal walls, and the scattered crystal fragments were swallowed up before they even hit the ground.

Just as the crystalline dragon beast, lured by the trap, was halfway to its attack, the oppressive force from the depths of the mine crashed down like a primordial hammer—

boom! !

Billions of Blood Soul Magic Crystals collectively emitted a dying scream!

The entire cave instantly transformed into a blood-red inferno.

The hanging stalactite crystals fell like a torrential rain, exploding into viscous blood lightning upon hitting the ground;
The crystal cluster ground churned wildly, and spiderweb-like crystallization cracks spread, chasing after any living thing.

The crimson jade bell that Feiyin summoned cracked open with a "crack," the demonic scales on the rocky mountain's surface shattered and bled, and the illusory shadow of the Shadow Shuttle almost dissipated.

Mo Lian felt as if her head was about to split open, but a cold yet warm current surged from the depths of her soul—it was the annihilation source energy that Si Lingle had silently injected into her sea of ​​consciousness, like a thin yet indestructible gray wall built in the midst of turbulent waves.

"The dragon beasts are in chaos!" Shadow Shuttle roared. Under the terrifying pressure, the four crystal dragon beasts went berserk, their "Crystal Cold Breath" freezing the space indiscriminately, even covering the activated crystal vein walls with white frost.

"Take it!"

Rock Mountain roared as it swung its giant axe, not at the dragon beast, but slamming it down onto the crystal cluster beneath its feet! "Boom—!"

The bursting crystal spikes shot like arrows toward the joints of the frozen dragon beast at the very edge!
Blood trickled from Fei Yin's lips as her ten fingers rapidly plucked the shattered jade bell. The broken sound waves no longer formed a barrier, but instead transformed into a twisted, invisible blood spear, piercing through the chaotic energy field and striking the burning soul fire in the second dragon beast's eye socket! The dragon beast shook its head in extreme pain, crashing through the third dragon beast's breath trajectory.

"Shadows like ghostly light!" Shadow Shuttle's body left dozens of indistinguishable afterimages in the light refracted by the crystal walls. His true form had already traversed the shattered crystal steps created by the rocky mountain, heading straight for the mother crystal suspended in the center of the ore vein! His hand was about to touch the surface of the crystal, which was wrapped in blood-lightning runes—

"Whoosh—!" The entire mineral vein beneath the Mother Crystal suddenly came to life, transforming into a giant python!

Crimson crystalline thorns coiled around Shadow Shuttle's legs like vines!

Feiyin's eyes widened in fury as she hurled the broken jade bell: "Explode!" The blood jade fragments exploded at the seven-inch mark of the crystal python, creating a cloud of foul blood mist—a curse poison formed from her life essence, which she had spent a hundred years refining!
The crystal python's movements faltered for a moment, and the shadow shuttle narrowly missed the crystal spike as it spun around, finally slicing off a fist-sized piece of crystal with its fingertip blade energy!
"Here you go!" Shadow Shuttle retaliated by shooting crystal shards at Scarlet Sound.

At this very moment——

The abyss opened its eyes.

Behind the suspended mother crystal, in the dark, bottomless abyss of the mineral vein, two crimson spots suddenly lit up.

It was not firelight, nor blood-red light, but a "hole" formed by the collapse of nothingness at the beginning of the universe.

As far as the eye could see, the space emitted a faint groan of shattering glass. Before the Shadow Shuttle even landed, the dozens of afterimages he left in the air vanished silently, while his true form, as if struck by a heavy blow, tumbled and crashed into the crystal wall.

Si Lingle's fingertips trembled violently! The desolate source of her destructive power that stretched towards the abyss was fiercely bitten by a chaotic and desolate force!

That's not confrontation, that's devouring! It's the absolute suppression of new forces by a predator of the same origin but a higher dimension!
The image of billions of universes returning to nothingness in death flowed back into her true spirit like a torrent through that divine connection—it was the original "end" itself!
"Pfft!" For the first time, a crack appeared in Si Lingle's perfectly disguised demonic body—a wisp of pure gray mist, which could not be disguised, escaped from her purple eyes, like a mark of truth, instantly annihilating the two drops of blood dew that passed by.

She grabbed the falling fragment of the Mother Source Crystal and shoved it into Mo Lian's hand: "Take this!" The fragment was icy to the touch, but the Seed of Annihilation within Mo Lian's body began to beat wildly as if a long-starved fledgling had caught the scent of its parent bird.

The abyss's gaze locked onto the source of the gray mist! Si Lingle suddenly looked up, her gray eyes colliding with the abyss's blood-moon-like giant eyes from afar!
"Crack!" A black spatial rift that pierced through the entire crystal mine dome suddenly tore open!

"Go!" Si Lingle rolled up her black lotus sleeves, her figure transforming into a gray line that cleaved through the blood mist. Instead of fleeing towards the cave entrance, she resolutely rushed towards the spatial fold she had "accidentally" discovered—the passage that had become clearer due to the awakening of the abyss, leading to the unknown core!

Behind them lay a crystal mine, where the sky and earth seemed to collapse.

The gray line that tore through the blood mist pierced the folds of space with precision, like a drop of cold water thrown into a boiling oil pan.

In an instant, the suffocatingly thick, blood-red purgatory, the dying screams of billions of magic crystals, and the giant, scarlet eyes of the abyss that seemed to devour souls were all left far behind by the intense spatial distortion.

Mo Lian felt dizzy and her internal organs were about to be crushed by an invisible force.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, only the strange pulse emanating from the fragment of the Mother Source Crystal she clutched in her hand, like a cold little heart, resonating with the wildly beating Seed of Annihilation within her, forming a weak yet resilient anchor that prevented her from being completely torn apart by the violent spatial turbulence.

There was absolute silence in my ears, yet it also sounded like the primordial roar of the universe at its birth.

I don't know how much time passed, or maybe it was just a moment, but my feet stopped, and my sense of space was re-established.

They landed in a strange place.

This was no longer the blood-soaked, filthy magic crystal cave; the air was exceptionally clean and crisp, even carrying a hint of dry, sweet fragrance. Above them stretched a sky ablaze with iridescent colors, and beneath their feet lay soft, silvery-gray tundra.

In the distance, strangely shaped crystalline peaks can be seen rising up, their forms far more ancient and mysterious than those in the magic crystal mine, radiating pure and ancient energy fluctuations.

"Cough..." Mo Lian staggered, barely managing to stand, her face as pale as paper. The gray wall that Si Lingle had constructed in her sea of ​​consciousness had dissipated, and the lingering feeling of being torn apart deep within her soul left her with lingering fear. She looked at Si Lingle.

Si Lingle's condition was not good either. The cracks in her disguise had deepened, and wisps of almost transparent gray mist uncontrollably seeped out from the cracks, swirling around her, making her look like a piece of porcelain covered with the cracks of time, yet exuding an indescribable danger and mystery.

Deep within those purple pupils, the grayness intensified noticeably, becoming cold and detached. She quickly raised her hand to brush her cheek, and the cracks visibly faded, but the underlying weakness could not be completely concealed.

She silently looked around, and after confirming that it was safe for the time being, her gaze fell on Mo Lian, or more precisely, on the fragment of the Mother Source Crystal that Mo Lian was tightly holding. A fleeting, unreadable emotion flashed in her eyes.

"The connection with Yanshan and the others... is completely severed." Mo Lian shook her head, sensing the demonic bloodline imprint among her kin.

Under the terrifying pressure of the abyss's final, unleashed gaze, a gaze capable of freezing time and space, all subtle connections were mercilessly severed. Feiyin, Yanshan, Yingsuo… their fates remain unknown.

Si Lingle seemed completely unsurprised, merely giving a faint "hmm," as if the lives and deaths of those individuals held no sway over her. Her gaze drifted into the depths of this strange space.

"The abyss has awakened, and the outer perimeter... has likely been completely swallowed up and sealed off. There's no way back the way we came."

“So now we…” Mo Lian asked subconsciously.

"Forward." Si Lingle's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "The awakening of the abyss has triggered certain ancient paths and spatial nodes that have been dormant at the core of this realm. That spatial fold that brought us here... may be a shortcut."

Over the next ten years, Mo Lian experienced a time she had never imagined in her demonic life.

Si Lingle led her, like two silent scavengers, or more accurately, explorers, as they wandered through the heart of this forgotten secret realm.

This area is older and more dangerous than any of the demonic ruins that Mo Lian knows of.

They encountered a bizarre guardian composed of pure law energy—a beam of light emitted from an inconspicuous crystal prism was enough to freeze time.

I have traversed a valley flowing with the essence of liquid stars, where the skeletons of what appear to be prehistoric behemoths slumber.
Having climbed the towering ice cliffs, whose peaks are covered with nine-petaled Dao lotuses that bloom by absorbing the cold air of the void... Every step is fraught with danger, and every exploration is like dancing on the edge of a knife.

However, Si Lingle's demonstrated strength and understanding of the rules made Mo Lian realize time and again what it meant to be "unfathomable".

Those restrictions and guardians that could instantly kill Mo Lian a thousand times over are often like tricks whose true nature has been seen through in front of Si Lingle.

Her fingertips lightly traced mysterious gray runes in the void, or she could cause spatial ripples to disintegrate the core of an attack with just a glance, as if she herself was a part of the rules of this chaotic secret realm, or even above them.

Mo Lian's role is more like that of a witness and... a beneficiary.

Si Lingle was exceptionally picky about the various rare and precious materials and ancient relics that appeared in the secret realm.

Those ancient divine metals that would make even the top powers of the gods and demons in the outside world envious and crazy, strange stones containing innate Dao patterns, jade slips that record lost immortal techniques, and even core components that are suspected to be top-level demon artifacts... Si Lingle would only glance at most of them indifferently, at most lightly touch them with his fingertips to sense the energy essence and rules they contained, and then pay no more attention to them.

"This thing has complex and contradictory laws, and is of no use to me."

"It contains a trace of true spiritual imprint, but only invites karma."

"Possessing extraordinary power, yet lacking a solid foundation in Dao." "Stained with the aura of decay, nothing more than that."

Si Lingle uttered such comments briefly under Mo Lian's bewildered gaze, as if judging trash.

And all of these things eventually ended up in Mo Lian's arms.

Whether it was an entire vein of flowing star marrow that Si Lingle compressed into the size of a fist and threw to her using unbelievable means, or a hard tortoise shell covered with mysterious runes found in the lair of some kind of behemoth of rules, or an immortal Dao fruit that exuded alluring soul fluctuations and was picked from a field of desolate flowers... all of them belonged to Mo Lian.

"Take it." Si Lingle's tone remained unchanged, as if she were giving someone something insignificant.

At first, Mo Lian was shocked, overjoyed, and uneasy.

The immense energy fluctuations emanating from those treasures almost suffocated her. She felt like a beggar who had stumbled into a treasure vault, about to be burst apart by the precious items in her hands.

However, as she was "gifted" time and time again, and was "forced" by Si Lingle, intentionally or unintentionally, to use or refine these resources in desperate situations, Mo Lian's state of mind was also quietly changing.

The initial elation transformed into a sense of responsibility. She began to understand that this was not merely a gift, but more like a form of training and an investment.

Si Lingle was using the entire secret realm as a whetstone and those rare treasures as fuel to ignite the potential of the dormant spark within her.

She had to desperately absorb, refine, and fuse the cold, turbulent seeds of annihilation with these complex yet pure energies, gradually building her own foundation.

Over the course of ten years, under the pressure of dire circumstances and with the irrigating power of endless resources, the Ink Lotus has grown at an astonishing rate.

She was no longer the young demon who could only rely on instinct and bloodline when she first entered the crystal mine.

Her demonic energy became more condensed and profound, imbued with a trace of the unique icy chill and devouring properties of Annihilation.

Her eyes had lost some of their playfulness and gained a sharp, mature edge.

The Seed of Annihilation within his body was no longer a tiny spark, but rather a cold core accumulating power in endless "ashes" (refined and absorbed resources).

The seven-colored glow on that strange dome began to dim and become chaotic one day. The energy pulses emanating from the depths of the earth also shifted from steady to violent.

On the tenth anniversary, the entire Godfall Secret Realm seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

The free energy between heaven and earth began to surge wildly, making space incredibly fragile, and cracks appeared in the void. A huge funnel-shaped energy vortex appeared in the sky, the gateway connecting to the outside world.

Si Lingle, accompanied by Mo Lian, was in a desolate area of ​​meteorite fragments. In her hand, she was playing with a piece of blood-red stardust formed from the afterglow of the setting sun in the star field—this was the last somewhat interesting little trinket she had collected in the core of the secret realm on this trip.

"The time has come." She released her grip, letting the crimson stardust fall into the eternal dark void below.

Before the words were finished, an extremely powerful repulsive force emerged from the void, locking onto all beings within the secret realm that did not belong to this world.

Si Lingle did not resist, allowing the power to envelop her and Mo Lian. Instantly, the world spun, and the familiar sense of shattering and dissociation from time and space returned.

brush--

They returned to the demon realm.

Upon returning to the Demon Realm, Si Lingle bid farewell to Mo Lian and went back to the God Realm.

Si Lingle destroyed the teleportation array connecting the Endless Sea to the Demon Realm with swift and decisive movements, devoid of any trace of malice. The remaining spatial runes vanished inch by inch under her gray-white fingertips, like dust being wiped away.

The sea breeze howled past, lifting the hem of her simple robe, as if erasing a hidden connection, leaving only the ancient murmur of the tide.

Next stop, Shenpeng Domain.

This renowned spiritual haven in the divine realm, with its continuous, floating divine mountains and giant islands, shimmers with divine light and is filled with the flight of spirit birds. However, the moment one steps onto the outskirts of this ethereal paradise, an unusual, oppressive atmosphere silently descends like a damp, cold spiderweb.

The usually bustling airships were much less frequent. Several squads of guards, their armor gleaming and faces solemn, hovered at the entrance to the sacred mountain. The insignia of different top sects shone brightly on their armor, and their sharp eyes scanned every cultivator entering and leaving.

Rumors spread like an invisible plague in the wind. Si Lingyue didn't stop, heading straight for the "Gathering Spirit Pavilion," where she rented a cave dwelling. She clearly heard the hushed conversations of two or three cultivators, their voices deliberately lowered yet barely concealing their fear:
"...Have you heard? Hong Qi, the Divine Venerable of the Martial God Sect, and Hong Jie, the Divine Venerable of the Jade Orchid Divine Palace...are both dead!"

"Really? That's a top-tier god! An existence that reigns supreme over a region and is impervious to all magic!"

"It's absolutely true! Just last night! It's said that it silently perished in its own core cave, without even being triggered by the protective array, and its guardian beast was completely unaware!"

"The manner of their deaths was extremely bizarre... The news that came out said that God Venerable Hong Qi sat calmly as usual, but his soul lamp went out in an instant, without any signs of struggle or fighting; God Venerable Hong Jie's laws were frozen like an iron plate, and his life force seemed to have been wiped out out of thin air, and the incense for calming the mind beside his jade bed was only half burned..."

"Who? Who on earth possesses such astonishing abilities? To kill two Divine Venerables in succession is simply outrageous!"

"Even the Divine Court was shaken! They dispatched law enforcement envoys to investigate, and the other major sects were on high alert, activating their protective mountain formations..."

"Alas, these are turbulent times. The fact that the fall of the God-Emperor did not manifest any strange phenomena in the heavens and earth is already bizarre... Now, the God Realm is likely to be in chaos for a while."

Inside the Gathering Spirit Pavilion, the white-bearded old steward on duty had lost his usual composure, and his brows were furrowed with worry.

He respectfully processed the paperwork for Si Lingle to rent a superior cave dwelling. As he handed her the activation jade talisman, he couldn't help but add, "Your Excellency, please be careful... things are not peaceful lately. If there is anything urgent, it would be safer to activate the highest level of restrictions in the cave dwelling."

His words carried a well-intentioned reminder, as well as an instinctive fear of unknown dangers.

Si Lingle accepted the warm, smooth jade talisman, her fingertips barely sensing the slight tremor emanating from the old steward. Her expression was as indifferent as a deep, still pool, and she remained silent, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

The old steward's words, like the rampant rumors of terror, reached her ears but failed to stir even the slightest ripple in her deep purple-gray eyes.

It was as if what had fallen were not two mighty gods who shook the world, but merely... two withered leaves that had been casually brushed aside.

Leaving the Spirit Gathering Pavilion, she took to the air and flew in the direction indicated by the jade talisman.

Below were numerous caves and spiritual mountains, scattered like stars and shrouded in ethereal mist. Yet, the atmosphere was heavy at this moment. Many caves had their formations fully activated, their light flowing and separating the inside from the outside, conveying the tension and vigilance before an impending storm.

Before long, a serene cave dwelling perched atop a solitary peak amidst a sea of ​​clouds appeared before them. Ancient defensive runes were inscribed on the mountain walls, and the array's light membrane was thick and heavy, indicating its top-tier status.

A flash of light appeared in Si Lingle's jade talisman, silently dissolving the portal of the main protective array. She stepped into the core quiet chamber of the cave, where a dense, almost liquid, innate spiritual energy immediately enveloped her.

She did not immediately sit cross-legged, but instead stood in the center of the quiet room.

As she subtly moved her mind, the deepest protective barrier of the entire cave was silently awakened. Gray runes, a hundred times thicker than those outside and exuding an indescribable aura of annihilation, quietly emerged and merged into the cave's original defensive system, completely isolating this space from the outside world, making it as solid as a rock, and even forcibly severing the causal relationships of heaven.

After setting up this exclusive "wall of ashes," she gracefully sat down on the central futon, ready to begin her planned meditation retreat.

However, just as her eyes slowly closed, and her breath was about to sink into the deepest state of meditation—

Without warning, in the deathly silence of the quiet room, a faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound suddenly rang out.

“Click… snap…”

It was extremely brief, almost like an illusion.

The source of the sound was none other than the smooth, mirror-like obsidian floor in front of her! A thin line of ice, seemingly frozen from extreme cold and shimmering with a deathly gray hue, inexplicably meandered and spread about an inch across the hard stone surface.

Almost simultaneously, an indescribable, chilling sense of being watched, like an invisible giant claw, pierced through the newly laid, not yet fully stable "wall of ashes" and gently touched the core of her true spirit.

It didn't feel like a physical attack, but rather... a kind of absolute "malice" that transcended time and space, carrying a desolate and murderous aura that was both extremely distant and strangely familiar!