143: Su Lin's Master

The light was not dazzling; rather, it was warm and gentle, bringing peace to one's mind.

It shot toward the heavens, condensing into a blurry human silhouette right in front of Luo Ximei, beneath the massive Law palm that was slowly descending.

The light faded, and the figure became distinct.

That was a woman.

She wore a simple, yet utterly flawless, plain white dress, and her dark hair fell loosely behind her, devoid of any adornment.

The woman released no pressure, yet merely by standing there, she became the sole focus of this heaven and earth.

The surrounding violent Void Realm storms spontaneously calmed down upon approaching within three feet of her.

The suffocating pressure of the Law seemed nonexistent to her.

She slowly raised her head and glanced at the transparent colossal palm that obscured the entire sky, poised to descend and erase all existence.

There was not a hint of caution in her clear pupils.

Meanwhile, the colossal palm constructed of Law continued its slow descent.

One hundred zhang... fifty zhang... thirty zhang... It carried the supreme will of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, swearing to utterly wipe out everything beneath it.

However, just as the colossal palm descended to a distance of ten zhang above the woman's head, an unexpected anomaly occurred.

There was no warning.

The golden Law threads that formed the palm lines at the leading edge of the colossal palm extinguished without any warning.

It was as if a burning candle had been extinguished by an unseen gust of wind.

With the extinguishing of the Law threads, the energy in that area instantly lost its confinement, and the form of the originally incomparably solid colossal palm began to destabilize.

The speed of this collapse was astonishingly fast, spreading from the palm to the wrist, and then throughout the entire arm.

Golden motes of light peeled away from the colossal palm, scattering and drifting off.

In just two short breaths, the massive Law palm—powerful enough to level mountains and suppress a Great Perfection of Integration Stage—silently dissolved under the horrified gaze of everyone present.

A deathly silence.

Inside and outside the Sky Rift Valley, the minds of everyone—from the defiant Integration Stage Great Powers to the lofty Immortal Master Xuanhe—went utterly blank at that moment.

"Pfft!"

High above, Immortal Master Xuanhe violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This was not an injury inflicted by an attack, but a backlash suffered directly by his Divine Soul and Dao Heart, which he had invested into the Divine Ability—a backlash he could not comprehend.

His connection to the Laws of Heaven and Earth had been forcibly severed by an existence of a higher level.

"How... is this possible?"

Immortal Master Xuanhe's voice was dry, carrying a tremor he himself had not noticed, "My Law... why did it spontaneously disintegrate?"

He couldn't understand.

He wasn't defeated; he was negated.

It was as if the supreme truth he had spent his entire life learning and comprehending had become a laughable, fundamentally false premise in the face of this person.

Below, the reactions of the Integration Stage Cultivators were even worse.

Some fell directly from mid-air due to Divine Soul shock.

Others stared with wide eyes, their Dao Heart unstable, blood spilling from their lips.

More people were rigid, forgetting even to breathe, staring intently at the woman in white with the gaze reserved for a deity.

What kind of power was this?

What kind of existence was this?

She didn't even do anything!

She just stood there, and the full power attack of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator automatically disappeared!

This had already exceeded the scope of their understanding of the word 'powerful'.

Even the legendary old monsters of the Tribulation Stage who have passed nine layers of Lightning Tribulation and are about to Ascend could absolutely not achieve this!

Could it be a True Immortal?

How is that possible? How could a True Immortal descend here?

This extremely absurd thought uncontrollably rose in everyone's minds, bringing forth fear and reverence greater than death itself.

Luo Ximei was also stunned.

She maintained the stance of burning her Origin, yet the Devilish Qi on her body had already subsided.

She looked at the back blocking her, feeling the warm and vast aura.

Who... was this woman?

Only Su Lin, the moment he saw that figure, felt no shock or confusion in his heart, only a chill that shot straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

This figure... this temperament... and this unreasonable, passively immense power that treated the Laws of Heaven and Earth as nothing...

Deep in his mind, a memory he had deliberately sealed away for a long time surged up uncontrollably.

That was during his previous Transmigration.

There was once a woman like this, wearing the same white robes, looking at him with the same disdainful gaze.

His proud sword techniques would spontaneously dissolve before they even had the chance to be fully executed in front of her.

She rarely appeared, but every time she did, she would beat him until he was utterly helpless using all sorts of unbelievable methods, calling it 'practical combat instruction'.

She was very good to him, giving him the best Cultivation Techniques and the best Medicinal Pills, and answering all his cultivation doubts.

But she also loved seeing him in a pathetic state the most.

Later, she said she was going to a very distant place and never appeared again.

Su Lin had always thought she had Ascended to the Immortal Realm and had no further connection with this world.

But now... no way... could it be her?

The ominous premonition in Su Lin's heart was practically solidifying.

The woman in white completely ignored the stunned Cultivators around her, as well as the Mahayana Stage whose Dao Heart was shattered high above.

She slowly turned around, and her clear eyes passed over Luo Ximei, landing directly on Su Lin.

The halo of light enveloping her face quietly faded away at that moment, revealing a stunningly beautiful countenance capable of eclipsing heaven and earth.

Her gaze scrutinized Su Lin up and down, from his Void Refining Stage cultivation base to the wound on his waist that had yet to fully heal, finally settling on his face, which was etched with shock and uncertainty.

Her beautiful brows slightly furrowed.

"Little Linzi," she spoke, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a hint of familiarity from a long reunion, yet the words she uttered made Su Lin's heart sink to the bottom: "It's only been a few hundred years, how did you manage to get into such a miserable state?"

"Even a little guy who just touched the threshold of Mahayana dares to flaunt his power in front of you?"

Little Linzi... this address, this tone... it was over.

Su Lin's last shred of hope was completely shattered.

It really was her!

His Revered Master, whose combat power was a mystery, whose whereabouts were uncertain, and who especially loved beating him up just for fun!

His own Revered Master.

"You...!"

Upon hearing the phrase "little guy who just touched the threshold of Mahayana," Immortal Master Xuanhe's old face instantly flushed the color of a pig's liver.

In his life, Xuanhe had dominated the Eastern Continent for tens of thousands of years, revered by thousands; when had he ever suffered such contempt and humiliation?

Extreme rage overpowered his fear, and he roared, "Your Excellency, cease your arrogance! Do you truly think this old man is afraid of you?!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the Spiritual Qi of the entire Sky Rift Valley erupted in turmoil.

A power of Law, even more solid and dangerous than before, gathered at his fingertips.

"Profound Heaven Finger!"