Si Lingle encountered increasingly formidable opponents.

There was the head of Thunder Law Peak, wielding Majestic Heavenly Thunder with overwhelming momentum;

There were Sword Dao elites commanding thousands of Flying Swords, weaving a devastating Sword Net;

There were even several Exotic Skill experts practicing strange witchcraft that could erode space with Divine Thought.

However, regardless of the type of offense faced, Si Lingle’s battle style remained unchanged—she made almost no aggressive moves, simply standing quietly or moving slowly in place.

Sword Net closing in? The space a few feet before her subtly warped, like a stone cast into a lake. The dense Sword Qi that pierced into the twisted field deflected and scattered, as if pushed aside by an Invisible Hand, with some Flying Swords’ trajectories eerily looping, nearly hurting the Controller themselves.

Divine Thunder crashing down? She raised her hand and gestured, causing the violent lightning to be silently swallowed up by a crack in the space just above her hand, as if it had been thrown into a bottomless Abyss.

When it reappeared, that Divine Thunder exploded against a space barrier not far away, leaving the spectators in awe.

Witchcraft assault? Her eyes slightly narrowed, and a faint, barely detectable silver-gray ripple spread across the space around her. The malicious Divine Thought witchcraft hit this ripple like mud cows entering the sea, layer by layer dissolved and dissipated by the "folded" Space Power, unable to shake even a bit of her spirit.

Si Lingle’s opponents felt they weren’t attacking a person but rather an unfathomable starry sky or a puzzling mist.

Si Lingle’s form seemed close at hand, yet perpetually separated by insurmountable space barriers and time rifts.

At last, the advancement road reached its final stage—the core showdown for a spot in the top hundred.

Si Lingle’s opponent was Tong Yu, a long-famous pinnacle Heavenly Immortal Realm powerhouse from the Inner Sect! Known for his powerful and unmatched defense "Pan Yue True Body," it is said he once withstood a blow from an Early Golden Immortal without falling.

In the vast Dimensional Battle Arena, the earth-yellow Immortal Light around Tong Yu surged skyward, forming the phantom of a towering mountain, exuding a suffocating pressure. His eyes were like torches, his voice like a great bell: "Junior Sister Si! Your Space Technique may be marvelous, but you cannot break my ’Ten Thousand Mountains Unmoving Stance’! Surrender and avoid unnecessary suffering!"

The atmosphere on the spectating platform instantly froze. Everyone knew how abnormally tough Tong Yu’s defense was, how could Si Lingle’s exquisite evasion and guidance break through it?

Si Lingle finally moved.

She didn’t retreat, nor did she evade.

To everyone’s astonishment, she took a step toward that mountain-like silhouette.

This step seemed unremarkable.

Yet at the moment her foot touched the ground—

Tong Yu’s pupils suddenly contracted! His proud "Pan Yue True Body" seemed to crash into an unseen, irresistible force of space-time compression!

The stable space beneath his feet abruptly turned swamp-like, sluggish and viscous, heavy as a mountain!

No!

It wasn’t viscous!

The "density" of this space itself had suddenly been infinitely heightened!

As if instantly placed within the core of a collapsing neutron star!

Simultaneously, an even stranger sensation struck—the "time" within him maintaining the Immortal Technique flow seemed artificially stretched at that instant!

One step of immense weight, one step of time condensation!

This seemingly light step of Si Lingle contained her initial tangible application of the space-time laws through her Hundred Years of Sitting! The extreme "compression" of space and subtle "dislocation" of temporal flow!

"Puh—"

Tong Yu’s mountain phantom violently shook, flickering uncertainly. He groaned, as if struck by a heavy hammer, his strong body involuntarily hunched slightly, his flushed face, and the Immortal Power he gathered was almost "trampled" to dispersal by this eerie step!

The circulation of Immortal Power maintaining his "Ten Thousand Mountains Unmoving Stance" encountered a fatal lag and disorder due to the space-time distortion caused by this step.

At the moment Tong Yu’s old strength was exhausted and new strength not yet born, his soul heavily shocked, Si Lingle’s form appeared to disregard spatial distance, showing up a mere step away from him.

Shi Hao did not unleash any offensive Magic, merely extended a finger towards Tong Yu’s forehead, which had yet to clear from shock, gently pointing.

No Immortal Light at the fingertip.

Yet Tong Yu felt an unavoidable space "pull" force acting upon him. As though the space around his body had been instantly evacuated, forming an outward repulsive vortex!

Not an attack, but an expulsion!

Bang!

A muffled sound, Tong Yu’s mountain-like majestic form was straightforwardly "pushed" out without embellishment by this sheer Space Shifting power, like a kite with a broken string, flung far beyond the edge of the Dimensional Battle Arena!

Defeat!

Decisively and unbelievably!

At the peak of Dubhe Peak, dead silence. The watching disciples, elders, even several sect core leaders seated above, all had eyes bursting with incredible dazzling brilliance!

Si Lingle stood quietly in the center of the Dimensional Battle Arena, retracting her finger as if she had just done something insignificant. Her aura remained calm and restrained, as if the perception-upending space-time step had never even occurred.