At the moment Si Lingle's figure melded into the coordinate of that mysterious vortex, it felt as though she broke through numerous layers of exceptionally thick water membrane.
A presence far more pure and majestic than the periphery, even faintly carrying the wailing of law, instantly enveloped her in an ancient ambiance.
Concepts of time and space became blurred and distorted here, making her feel like a speck of dust being swept into a turbulent river composed of fragments from ancient stars and broken rules.
Upon entering, countless chaotic space fragments, akin to billions of extremely sharp invisible blades, carried energy storms capable of tearing even ordinary Heavenly Immortal bodies, swept towards her.
Silvery-gray space power instinctively surged out to protect her, transforming into a thin layer of light membrane, but upon contact, the membrane vibrated intensely, emitting a grating sound.
Si Lingle distinctly felt her immortal power rapidly depleting.
