After a hundred years of closed cultivation, Si Lingle's aura had completely settled. With one step, the surrounding space silently rippled, and in an instant, she crossed the treacherous lands of ancient ruins that once took months to traverse, appearing on the outskirts of the mountain range where the sect was located. The shattered gobi desert stood in stark contrast to the familiar spiritual and picturesque landscape.
The power of the Heavenly Immortal Realm flowed endlessly within her. It was an entirely new experience, where space seemed like lines on the palm of her hand, and even the strings of time could be faintly sensed and plucked.
With just a fleeting thought, she stood before the majestic mountain gate.
