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Chapter 300 Cultivation World 89
The instant that inch of dead ashes and ice cracked open, Si Lingle's closed eyelids did not open, but the deep sea of ​​her consciousness was already churning with wind and thunder!
Before the runes of annihilation that her fingertips had drawn in the void could take shape, that chilling evil thought, which froze time and space, had already pierced through her proud "wall of ashes" like a leech, precisely "biting" at the core of her true spirit!

That wasn't an attack at the level of laws; it was more like a tyrannical "judgment" from above the rules. Like a merciless guillotine, it hung over the river of fate, waiting to fall.

"Hmph!" Si Lingle let out a very soft, cold snort. Within her sea of ​​consciousness, the gray vortex symbolizing the origin of annihilation suddenly began to spin rapidly, attempting to assimilate and devour that malevolent thought. The gray mist condensed into billions of tiny spears of death, piercing back at the invading coldness.

A silent battle erupts at the level of thought!

Her power of annihilation surged wildly, carrying the chill of the myriad realms of the Void, enough to freeze the divine soul of a god!

However, the existence of that evil thought is like the slipperiest and most tenacious shadow.

When the power of annihilation collided with it, it was like a stream crashing into a deep abyss, failing to create any substantial waves. Instead, it was completely "enveloped" and eroded by the even larger, more ancient, and purer, icy void!

The gray vortex was quickly stained with a dark, almost transparent, gloomy hue, like a light source contaminated by venom, its rotation visibly slowed. The malevolent intent contained a power far beyond her current comprehension—a power belonging to the concept of "absolute annihilation"!

Her defenses were crumbling, and icy tendrils of death spread backward along the divine connection, about to touch her true spirit!
At the critical moment, the annihilation rune on Si Lingle's fingertip suddenly changed. It was no longer an attack, but transformed into a distorted arc of space, pointing towards her brow!
A forgotten mark, imprinted at the deepest level of her soul, was instantly activated—it was the only token left behind when a so-called "Multiverse Delivery System" forcibly bound her to a contract in the distant past, a dark crystal chip that was neither gold nor jade, with a galaxy slowly flowing on it.

hum!
The dark crystal chip leaped from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, hovering above the gray star vortex. It did not emit a world-destroying light, but simply rotated gently, and the projection of the starry river flowing on it spread out gently like water ripples, forming a thin, fine, gauze-like light curtain.

A miracle happened.

The unstoppable, ethereal darkness that was eroding the star vortex collided with this seemingly fragile curtain of starlight and water, as if it were blocked by an invisible barrier!

The cold, malevolent thought was suddenly blocked. The tyrannical will to "annihilate" rubbed against, annihilated, and neutralized the starlight and water curtain, emitting a terrifying shriek that could only be "heard" by the mind!
The starlight water curtain rippled violently, as if it were about to be torn apart at any moment, but it ultimately withstood the fatal blow! The evil thought that came from beyond time and space seemed to feel a little confused and wary of the essence of the starlight water curtain, and the force of its impact weakened almost imperceptibly.

It's this tiny gap!
"Sever!" Si Lingyue's thoughts were like a knife. Taking advantage of the moment when her evil intentions were blocked, she severed all causal ties between herself and the outside world without hesitation!
The ethereal gray mist emanating from her body suddenly reversed, forming an absolutely sealed death domain, forcefully blocking the source of evil thoughts that had already invaded most of the way at the outermost layer of the "Wall of Ashes"!

"Snap... Crack..."

On the obsidian floor in the center of the quiet room, the deathly gray line of ice stopped spreading and even began to shrink and melt away slowly towards its source, like frost scorched by a raging fire.

The deadly sense of being locked on finally completely faded from her soul.

A deathly silence descended upon the cave once more, heavier than before. Only the thin, receding ice mark on the ground testified to the near-annihilation of all life that had just occurred.

Si Lingle slowly opened her eyes, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity and contemplation clearly flashed in the depths of her deep purple-gray pupils. Her slender fingertips gently brushed above her brow, and the dark crystal chip had already disappeared into her true spirit, leaving only a faint, illusory coolness.

"The Multiverse Express System..." she murmured silently, feeling the lingering strange fluctuations at her fingertips.

The way that evil thought descended, attacked the deity, and attempted to obliterate her... its mode of action carried a cold, efficient, and goal-oriented "rule-based" quality.

It's like they're carrying out some pre-set mission, killing for the sake of killing, precise and ruthless, without any emotional fluctuations, and seemingly indifferent to whether they're exposed or not.

Doesn't it resemble... a higher-level "system" issuing a task?

Its actions were without warning, traversing space and ignoring restrictions, and its methods of killing were incomprehensible, as if following some law higher than the laws of the divine realm.

Why kill the God for no reason?

Is it for some kind of... "mission" that targets beings at the level of gods?
Is it to complete a trial for the will of a certain world?

Or perhaps... it's to acquire some kind of "core resource" that only god-level beings possess?
Or, simply to maintain some kind of terrifying balance or order, to clear away anything too "obvious" like weeds?

Si Lingle's heart sank slowly.

If it truly is some unimaginably vast will, like a "system," manipulating things from behind the scenes, its ambitions and the world it encompasses... are likely far beyond her expectations. Are the deaths of Hong Qi and Hong Jie merely the beginning?
She felt the last warmth of the dark crystal chip in her mind, and her gaze fell once more on the almost completely dissipated ice marks on the ground.

An unprecedented chill, colder than the desolation in her mind, quietly rose in her heart—this sudden surge of darkness was by no means isolated.

And she, unwittingly, had become the pawn that had to be eliminated at the center of the vortex.

The cave was deep and secluded, and the protective barrier of starlight and desolation flowed gently around her, like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving only a faint but persistent mark in the darkness that transcended cognition.

She took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and let her mind sink to the deepest part—the core in her sea of ​​consciousness, protected by the power of ash, was now like smoke and a curtain, tightly wrapped around that wisp of foreign starlight, maintaining the only light in the cold silence.

As the dust settled from the stone gate of her secluded retreat, Si Lingle's figure appeared outside the cave. Two months of seclusion had not softened her jade-like face; instead, her deep purple-gray eyes had become even more profound, as if they held an unimaginable chill of desolation and the fragments of starlight.

However, the moment they emerged from seclusion, a tremendous aura of upheaval sweeping across the entire divine realm rushed towards them, more suffocating than any wind of annihilation. The lingering echoes of the mournful bells tolling within the Divine Palace seemed not to have dissipated, adding an extra layer of heaviness to the atmosphere.

The news was like an invisible, icy rain, chilling to the bone: three more divine beings had fallen!
The ethereal divine court, the imposing demon palace, the deep and mysterious demon realm… all are equally suffering losses and fear. The fall of the Demon Lord and the Demon Venerable is not just a rumor, but a bloody reality. Within the Three Realms, beings at the Venerable level are withering away one after another, as if harvested by an invisible and precise scythe, silently and unstoppably.

The Divine Court, the Demon Realm, and the Monster Realm dispatched their most elite forces to conduct a joint investigation.

The secret treasures were invoked, turning back time; arrays were inscribed, searching for every unusual spatial ripple; countless ancient inheritances were examined, searching for even a few words describing similar powers... However, all the investigations were like throwing a stone into the sea.

The traces left by the murderer were perfectly dissolved within the laws of spacetime itself, more concealed than the most cunning void beast.

Fear stems from the unknown, and this extremely "clean" unknown has plunged the entire upper world into an unprecedented state of unease. This silent killing hangs over the heads of every powerful individual, like the Sword of Damocles.

For more than half a year, a period of anxiety and unease persisted, marked by taut nerves and the silence of the powerful. Death seemed to have temporarily ceased, but the heavy clouds of unease did not dissipate.

Then, as if to confirm the deepest despair, or to distract from the overwhelming sense of powerlessness within, "they" came.

They were not assassins from within, but rather ferocious and chaotic invaders from beyond the realm—those "outer realm creatures" of various shapes, exuding an aura of destruction.

They surged forth from the cracks in the boundary like a tide, some like writhing nebula storms, some like twisted crystalline beasts, and some simply the pure manifestation of the malice of the laws.

They have an instinctive desire to devour order and life; wherever they go, spiritual energy is polluted and mountains and rivers are overturned.

Under the pressure of life and death, the long-standing barriers and grudges between immortals, gods, demons, and monsters were forced to be put aside.

An unprecedented alliance of the three realms was reached in the shortest possible time.

With their immense power that shook the heavens, the God Emperor, the Demon Lord, and the Demon Ancestor jointly carved out a vast, broken star field filled with chaotic energy in the weakest and most ferocious border region of the realm—this is the Outer Battlefield!

A steady stream of cultivators, demon soldiers, and demon generals were summoned, assembled, and poured into this blood and flesh millstone.

The war fortresses of various realms, like giant war constellations, moved slowly through the chaotic void, unleashing devastating divine light, demonic flames, and sorcery upon the surging outer realms. Slaughter was the eternal theme of this region, and chaos was its unchanging underlying color.

Si Lingle's figure appeared at the edge of a huge divine ship's deck. Her appearance did not attract much attention—on the battlefield where powerful figures were everywhere and their auras were mixed, she deliberately concealed her unique, chilling aura of annihilation that could freeze time.

But her simple black robe, devoid of any embellishment, and her deep purple eyes, calm and serene as if capable of containing an entire chaotic starry sea, still caused those who approached her to instinctively make way, feeling an inexplicable chill emanating from the depths of their souls.

She gazed into the distance. Before her lay a bizarre and destructive scene: enormous beams of energy tore through the dark void, annihilating stars; massive beasts were blasted to pieces by concentrated fire, their remains reduced to dust; dazzling yet deadly supernatural spells intertwined and collided, creating silent ripples.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, ozone, and the lingering scent of the purest destructive energy dissipating, along with... an omnipresent, oppressive pressure and the ever-present shadow of impending death.

Si Lingle sensed the chaotic energy of this battlefield.

The chaotic rage here has a subtle connection to the essence of the power of annihilation, yet it is not entirely the same.

She could clearly sense the mad will brought by those foreign beings. This "chaos" had a source; it was a tangible enemy that could be directly confronted by force.

However, on this noisy and chaotic battlefield, behind the countless powerful warriors fighting fiercely, and in the shadows of those war fortresses that hung high above the battlefield, representing the highest power of the three realms, Si Lingle "saw" a deeper and more elusive deathly silence.

This deathly silence was not the cruelty and sacrifice of the battlefield, but rather the kind of cold, rule-based "nothingness" that had once precisely targeted and annihilated many Venerable Ones.

It is like ancient ice hidden beneath boiling magma, silent and omnipresent. It is not an enemy on the surface of the battlefield, but more like a cold, observing eye hidden in the eye of the storm.

Are the things that the Divine Court, the Demon Realm, and the Monster Realm cannot investigate really located "outside"?

Or is this unprecedented catastrophe that has swept across the three realms actually being orchestrated by an unimaginable "player" for some grander, more terrifying purpose, by clearing obstacles, diverting attention, or... feeding something?
Her fingertips unconsciously touched her brow.

There, the spot that had once been warmed by the chip of the Multiverse Express System was now icy cold. Only the faint starlight clinging to the outside of the Silent Star Vortex in the depths of his consciousness stubbornly maintained a connection that was almost imperceptible.

On this battlefield, which could bury gods and demons, this glimmer of starlight is like a lonely star in the dark universe, faint yet carrying a strange resilience and hope.

Si Lingle took a deep breath of the air in this chaotic battlefield, which was filled with the stench of blood and destruction.

A new storm has begun. And at the heart of this storm, she senses that the cold malice that once "bite" at her soul may be indifferently watching all of this unfold from a higher, more distant dimension.

Ahead, a divine general is loudly commanding the charge, and from a massive void rift, a suffocating torrent of darkness is surging forth.

Si Lingle was enveloped in a silent gray mist. She took a step forward, and her figure disappeared from the spot, turning into a silent gray shadow. She resolutely rushed into the depths of that unknown and destructive outer realm.

Her battlefield has never been limited to this, nor has it extended far beyond this. The mystery brought by that chip, the shadow of that invisible assassin—she must find the answers amidst this world-shaking storm.