Boom!

The atmosphere inside the hall was completely ignited! The sound of debate, the sound of gasping, and the excited cheers could no longer be suppressed. Golden Immortal Secret Realm! The entire Immortal Domain competes! Sect competition! Top 100 spots! Every word was like a heavy hammer pounding on everyone’s hearts.

Standing at the center of the whirlpool of excitement, Si Lingle’s expression remained as calm as a still ancient well. Only in the depths of her silvery-gray eyes, instead of the swirling sea of stars, was reflected an invisible river of time flowing through the cosmic star river, suddenly flashing with a profound light!

"Nine Nether Sea Realm... Tianshu Champion... The battle of a hundred..."

She whispered in her heart, a faint touch of battle intent mixed with a desire for higher dimensional time-space laws quietly rising.

The life-and-death trials of the Sunken Soldier Abyss and the Dao Foundation tempering of the Hundred Years of Sitting seemed to be stepping stones prepared for this moment.

The doors to the Heavenly Immortal Realm had already opened, a world broader and more perilous, yet containing more abundant treasures, was presenting her with a thorn-filled and glorious path. And the first step was the top hundred battle three months later.

She slightly cupped her hand towards the elders, her voice clear and penetrating throughout the noisy hall:

"Disciple Si Lingle, registering for the ’Tianshu Champion’. "

As Si Lingle’s registration words fell, the Internal Affairs Hall, after a brief silence, erupted once more into even more heated discussion.

That clear and calm voice, like a cold stone thrown into boiling lava, instantly suppressed the clamor in the hall, drawing countless gazes—some surprised, some scrutinizing, some reverent—toward her.

Three months’ time, gone in an instant.

At the peak of Thunder Extreme Immortal Sect’s Dubhe Peak, the usually solemn and serene martial arts arena was now heavily covered and transformed by a vast space array, turning into a boundless void battlefield.

The sea of clouds was pushed out by an invisible barrier, with only rune fragments, like scattered stars, floating and flickering in the void, outlining the battle’s borders and invisible rules.

This was the battleground of the "Tianshu Champion"!

An enormous endeavor rarely seen in the Cultivation World’s top sects—a dimensional battle arena temporarily opened relying on the sect treasure "Dubhe Mirror".

The space inside was infinitely extended, folded, and segmented, able to accommodate hundreds of people in fierce combat simultaneously, while each duel could be clearly projected onto the jade-like smooth wall of the main peak’s viewing platform.

The first round, named "Star River Wave Treading".

Thousands of Heavenly Immortal Realm disciples were randomly thrown into this vast void battlefield.

Their goal was to navigate through space nodes scattered like star fragments, continuously moving forward, avoiding the obstacles posed by the space itself and simulated attacks from competitors.

Only those who reached the deepest "Dubhe" core node within an incense stick of time would advance.

Si Lingle’s figure appeared at the edge of a star fragment belt, floating with twisted force fields. Without any hesitation, her silvery-gray eyes didn’t particularly observe her surroundings. Instead, she "read" the spatial patterns and traps ahead through the perception integrated into her instincts.

She took a step forward.

Her form suddenly virtualized, seemingly merging into the gaps between light and dust.

When she reappeared, she was already at another node a few miles away.

She was not the fastest; some disciples adept in Wind Thunder Escape Technique or Bloodline Divine Skills dashed across swiftly, stirring up violent waves of immortal power.

However, every step Si Lingle took was silent and noiseless.

The space beneath her feet was like familiar mountain paths, each step precisely landing on the most stable nodes.

The chaotic streams requiring the expenditure of immortal power to force through calmed due to invisible spatial alignment before she approached;

The instant she stepped on the suddenly appearing space traps, the spatial ripples under her feet gently "folded," quietly deflecting the trap’s devouring force.

Si Lingle’s movements were smooth and natural, without the slightest bit of flashy divine light leaking, not even her sleeves fluttered more than a fraction, as if she were leisurely strolling among the mountains.

Yet her speed was steadily despairing.

On the viewing platform, some Inner Sect Elders who initially did not pay much attention to new faces gradually showed solemn expressions.

"This girl... Her mastery of space is almost natural Taoist Skill."

"A hundred years of silence, and when she finally acts, it’s grand. Such spatial affinity, even some senior Heavenly Immortals may not possess this level of proficiency."

As the number of those advancing continued to decrease, the quality of opponents rapidly increased. The next battle segment was a brutal one-on-one elimination duel held in the "Dimensional Battle Arena" temporarily divided in the void battlefield.