By the standards of the cultivation world, she did not have even the faintest trace of Spiritual Power fluctuation anywhere on her body. She was as clean as a mortal farm girl who had just clawed food out of the dirt.
As far as Su Yueli was concerned, the ancient Formations, heaven-and-earth restrictions, and "radars" in this secret realm that were designed to detect and trigger upon Spiritual Power fluctuations might as well not have existed.
The grand formation had gone blind, and the restrictions had gone deaf.
So long as she did not use her Qi and Blood to directly smash through those visible physical traps, these lingering ancient killing formations would treat her as a harmless puff of air, letting her dance across the wasteland like an invisible person.
"Cultivation really is troublesome. So many rules and restrictions. Aren't they worried about cutting off blood supply to their brains after keeping their divine sense active for too long?"
Su Yueli grumbled inwardly, casting a somewhat disdainful glance at the cultivators in the distance, who moved as though they were still recovering from childbirth.
She withdrew her gaze, pushed off with her feet, and turned into a streak of black light once more, shooting forward.
Ahead lay Boulder Valley. A Fifth Realm Inferno Black Python, more than a dozen zhang long and covered in barbs, was coiled in the shadows.
The black python flicked its tongue, greedily watching several cultivators slowly inching closer. It was waiting to launch a sneak attack the instant they triggered the restrictions.
Yet before the Inferno Black Python could unleash its stealthy strike, a fist the size of a casserole pot appeared on its forehead without warning.
Bang!
It was the purest, most primitive form of physical deliverance.
One punch smashed the Fifth Realm