In the cracked abyss of the Lock Domain, the moment Qin Yu's fingers touched the "Primordial Fate Brush"—
It was as if someone had pressed a forbidden button that simultaneously "restarted" and "reversed" the world.
There was no sound.
Because sound waves are "reviewed" by the Fate Brush before they are even generated.
There is no light.
Because the light was "rewritten" by the Fate Brush before it even shone.
Only --The First Sequence of Fate Abyss: Original Fate Echo-- descends with a thunderous roar.
The heavens and earth roared, but no echo came out;
Time oscillated, but no fluctuations were recorded;
The universe, before the Fate Brush, is like a scroll torn apart and instantly restored.
The first light released by the Fate Brush
It doesn't illuminate the world, but rather illuminates --
The "original voice" before the first birth of all realms.
It was a sound without language, without concept, and without meaning.
Like the first heartbeat gently awakened from the depths of chaos.
Like the first sigh uttered by the Way of Heaven before it came into existence.
Like fate reaching out its fingertips from nothingness, gently touching the faint light on the surface of the world.
The echo pierced through Qin Yu's chest.
It penetrates the Lock Domain, penetrates the fragments of countless worlds, and penetrates the abyss of celestial secrets.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Liangyan was completely engulfed by the tide of Fate Abyss light.
The Pre-Narrative Crystal Domain had originally designated her as an "unwritten existence."
But under the illumination of the Fate Brush, those crystal threads, life chains, and fragments of the past that bound her...
They all emitted a cracking sound like shattered snowflakes.
It was as if she had been personally picked up by the Fate Abyss.
The light enveloped and lifted her.
Her Fate Soul was rekindled from its desolation.
In that instant, her Fate Soul's trajectory intersected with Qin Yu's—
A brief resonance.
She saw Qin Yu standing in the light of the Fate Brush.
Like the intersection of all Fate Authority throughout history.
Qin Yu also saw her Fate Soul trembling slightly within the crystal domain.
As if in response to him. "... I'm... Qin Yu..."
Just as this wisp of warmth was ignited, the rage of the Lock Domain's main mechanism finally erupted.
A resounding judgment echoed from the depths of the void: Reset to Zero – Supreme Judgment – Execute.
In the next instant, all life trajectories were reversed, bent, and reversed.
The timeline that originally belonged to "the present" collapsed.
Everyone's Fate Soul was forcibly dragged back to the "unformed" stage.
One hundred thousand lives were lost in a chain of fire falling from the sky.
They have no weight, yet they feel like billions of stars pressing down on you.
They have no physical form, yet they can tear the soul into primordial particles.
For the first time Extinguished Light unleashed his full fury. "It wants to restore everything to a 'world without stories'—this is a judgment from above! Qin Yu, watch out!"
Nine layers of life chains locked onto Qin Yu's heart.
Fate's trajectory reversed, cascading down from the sky. Before the narrative, shattered blades pierced through space.
Fate reverted to a blank page. All the Fate Authority were telling Qin Yu one thing, "You shouldn't have been written down." -- And Qin Yu raised his hand.
The light of the "Primordial Fate Brush" is held in fingertips. The next instant—
For the first time, he 'rewrote the rules of the Fate Abyss '.
It's not about severing the chain of fate. It's not about resisting judgment.
It's not about purifying the path of fate. Rather, it's about rewriting the "Rules of Fate Abyss" to. "If I choose to exist, then existence is established."
With a light stroke of the Fate Brush, just one stroke.
But it was as if, from the very beginning of time, a crack had been torn open in the entire "Scroll of Fate Abyss's Rules." Boom----!!
The inverted trajectory of fate has been completely reversed.
The nine-layered chain of fate turned to dust the instant it came into contact with the power of the Fate Brush.
The former Syrian referee's brilliance has been extinguished.
The entire Lock Domain —was written back into the world "allowing him to exist" by Qin Yu with a single stroke.
The light burst forth. Dust settled.
Qin Yu's vision finally pierced through a cracked domain wall amidst the roar of the Abyss of Fate Abyss.
His first time--
The real scene of that trapped, Lock Domain can be clearly seen:
Ling Liangyan stood in the shattered crystal domain, her body flowing with a Fate Abyss light that had never belonged to her.
Around her--
Fifteen disciples of the Chaos First Palace, clad in black and gold battle armor Annihilation Dawn Realm · Supreme— [Primordial Envoys]
They are trapped by the remaining forces of the Pre-Narrative Lock Domain.
Their Fate Soul are gradually being erased into an "Unborn form".
But the instant Qin Yu's Fate Brush light fell upon their heads,
They all looked up. At that moment—fifteen faces torn apart by despair.
At the same time, the same emotion arose: they survived. It was him—Elder Qin Yu, the guest elder.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had lifted open a second world to the Lock Domain.
At that moment, the earth did not shatter, but rather resembled an ancient book torn open, with countless lifelines hanging from the tear like an inverted galaxy; the sky was smeared into a ghastly white, a white without light, like the tattered pages after the narrative had been erased. Pre-narrative runes fell from all directions, each one accompanied by a tremor of the myriad realms, yet no sound could be heard.
When Qin Yu stepped in, the entire Lock Domain automatically parted to make way for him, as if it had encountered a divinely ordained master.
The chains of fate dissipated, the orbits of destiny retraced, and the fractured spacetime was smoothed out beneath his feet.
Fifteen figures in the distance spotted him first.
Those Primordial Envoys whose Fate Soul had been severed by the Lock Domain were covered in blood and shattered life light, and they had already given up hope and closed their eyes to await death. But when that black and gold figure walked out from under the white sky, it was as if everyone's Fate Soul had been rewritten.
"Elder Qin... Elder Qin!!!"
"It really is him! He really came!!"
"The light of Fate Abyss resides within him... This is a resonance of sovereignty..."
Some people were so weak they could only crawl, yet they still choked back tears and looked up.
Some people had their throats severed by chains, unable to utter a sound, yet tears welled up in their eyes.
Even the usually aloof Primordial Envoys couldn't help but lower his head at this moment, as if he had seen their destiny.
But their cries were all silenced in the next instant.
Because--
A silence, the words "It's already over," echoed from the depths of the Lock Domain.
The void was torn open from within by some unwritten force, and a crack slowly opened up, not broken, but a crack that was "written out".
A shadow emerged from the depths of the crack.
He has no face. His face is a floating, fragmented page of a narrative.
His hands were not hands, but "writing hands" formed by the intertwining of life chains, causal lines, and the bones of destiny.
With each step he took, the echo of that step resounded even before his foot landed.
Heaven and earth were turned upside down.
The Primordial Envoys instantly knelt down, their pupils contracted sharply, and their souls nearly exploded.
"That's...!" "The main body... the Pre-Narrative Constructor!"
"The true supreme judgment of the Lock Domain —has arrived!!!"
The Pre-Narrative Constructor raised his hand.
There was no light, no sound, and no energy fluctuations.
But the next moment—
All the life chains in the entire Lock Domain rose into the air at once, like billions of giant, broken-soul serpents coiling in the sky; the life tracks were drawn out with starlight-like tails and fell from the sky; the narration fragments and Fate Abyss runes were frantically torn apart and reassembled in the air.
The whole world... seems to have been pressed a "rewrite button" by some unseen entity.
The tattered page trembled slightly.
--It means: You shouldn't exist. Qin Yu raised his head.
The next instant, the pen behind him, silent for millions of years...
Finally, it began to awaken.
It is not light, but a sound that is being rewritten deep within the Fate Soul.
A sudden crack appeared deep within the Fate Abyss, as if a destiny track traversing the world burst forth from the abyss, rising around Qin Yu; countless Fate Abyss Mark exploded around him, like dust particles of light flowing backward in time.
Ling Liangyan was in the distance, bound by life chains, so weak that her vision was turning white, yet she still managed to lift her head.
When she saw the pen appear—
Her Fate Soul resonated briefly with Qin Yu's.
She was enveloped in the light of the Abyss of Fate Abyss. For the first time, she was able to utter a sound, "Qin... Yu..."
However, before any further words could be uttered—
The tattered pages of the Pre-Narrative Constructor suddenly slammed shut.
Lock Domain begins execution of the second trial:
"Reset to zero before the event, and conduct a higher-level trial."
All the life chains swooped down, like layers of a world's guillotine falling, sweeping down on Qin Yu and all the living.
But at that moment— Qin Yu reached out and grasped the pen that had awakened.
He wrote something in the void in an instant. No one could see what he wrote.
All I could see was the path the chain of fate traced by the pen tip.
Everything melted into life-giving dust.
The narrative pages are torn apart. Fate is rewritten. Rules are overridden.
The Lock Domain transformed from the judge into Qin Yu's pages.
He stepped into the core, and the light of Fate Abyss swept in all directions, forcibly breaking the shackles of Fate Abyss.
The next moment--
The life chains of all the Primordial Envoys broke simultaneously, the Lock Domain was opened, and they were released from their restraints.
They looked at Qin Yu, their eyes filled with a shock akin to that of someone who had fallen and been reborn.
"Elder Qin... we... we thought it was really all over this time..."
"You saved us..."
"It's Elder Guest Elder Qin... We're finally saved!"
Ling Liangyan was lifted up by the light of destiny. She looked at Qin Yu, her voice trembling slightly, yet incredibly firm. "I knew... you would come."
The Deep Root Lower Layers cracks had not yet fully closed, and light dust diffused into flowing silver-gray amidst the collapsed textures, like a slowly dying furnace of the Heavenly Dao. Qin Yu carried the Book of Fate Law Realm Severing Origin Brush, which was not yet fully stabilized. The aftershocks of the Abyss of Fate Abyss still danced at his fingertips, like an untamed Initial Fate power of fate running beneath his skin. His steps created silent ripples in the void, and the aftershocks left by the collapse of the Lock Domain still chased after him and everyone else.
Ling Liangyan was supported by Extinguished Light. Although her breath was weak, she remained conscious. Her phoenix eyes looked at Qin Yu through the thin mist of light and dust, revealing for the first time the warmth of someone who had survived a calamity. The fifteen Primordial Envoys were half-surrounded around her. Although they were all at the Annihilation Dawn Realm · Supreme, they were severely injured under the dual pressure of the main mechanism and the Fate Abyss Sequence. At this moment, they were only barely maintaining their formation.
Qin Yu raised his hand, and a ray of Fate Abyss Light extended from his fingertips, as if drawing an invisible path in the void. The path had no color, yet it was like the pulse of the universe's first breath—gentle, profound, and absolutely reliable.
"Stay behind me, don't fall behind."
His voice was extremely soft, yet it pierced through all the metallic echoes and chaotic cause and effect Deep Root Lower Layers.
The void beneath their feet caved in, forming steps adorned with life patterns. Each step stabilized the unstructured space for a moment before quietly shattering after everyone had passed, leaving no possibility of turning back.
Extinguished Light walked at the back of the group, her black radiance like a tide, transforming into a silent, extending curtain of annihilation light behind her hem. All the remaining fragments of the Lock Domain, the embers of the pre-narrative, and the vortex of causal return were gently swept over by her, as if brushed away by the hand at the end of annihilation time, without a sound.
A lingering chain of pre-narrative patterns suddenly awakened in mid-air, bursting open like a hedgehog to form dozens of reverse-narrative blades, pointing directly at the center of the group. Ling Liangyan's brows furrowed in surprise, but before she could react, Qin Yu had already raised his finger and lightly pointed.
An aura of Unnamed Initial Silence swept by.
The blade that had been launched lost its "reason for flying out" halfway through its flight, as if the logic of its "attack" had been erased by some unseen divine judgment, and it instantly dissipated into blank dust.
A wind blew from the unknown darkness Deep Root Lower Layers, silent and directionless, yet carrying a sense of oppression that seemed to emanate from a place where history had yet to unfold. The Primordial Envoys stared intently at Qin Yu's back, feeling as if that figure was more stable than these ancient Deep Root themselves—as long as he took a step, they could survive.
As Qin Yu passed through a broken canyon of life patterns, he raised his hand and waved.
A massive, textured wall cracked open without anyone touching it, as if the rewritten rules of the Fate Abyss were deliberately making way for him. The surging, Annihilation black tide that had been flowing from the depths of the crack surged forth, but it halted at the soft sigh of the Extinguished Light, and was pressed back into the deepest darkness of time and space by the black-gold radiance.
The journey was silent, yet each step became more glaring than the last.
Finally, when Qin Yu gently wiped away the last layer of the Soul-Severing Vortex, the group stepped into a relatively stable, silent valley of Fate Abyss.
The world suddenly felt spacious.
Above them hung the afterimage of a towering, Deep Root pillar, while the surrounding area was covered by scattered, bluish-gray rock formations. Although these rock formations were filled with fractured laws, they would at least not immediately annihilate anyone.
Everyone stopped.
The wind carried the Space Silence after the calamity, blowing over everyone's wounds, over Ling Liangyan's slightly trembling yet still upright shoulders, and over the Fate Abyss light traces on Qin Yu's fingertips that had not yet been completely extinguished.
The Primordial Envoys bowed in unison, a silent salute born of Ultimate respect after a calamity.
A hoarse voice cried out, "Elder Qin... if it weren't for you today, we would already be..."
His voice choked in his throat, and he couldn't utter another word.
Ling Liangyan raised her head, her gaze quietly falling on Qin Yu. It was as if she had a thousand words to say, but they all stammered out as a soft breath. "Qin Yu, thank you."
This was the first time she had called his name so directly. Her voice held no authority, no status, only the genuine feeling of being rescued from the abyss.
Qin Yu simply nodded without saying a word.
Extinguished Light stood beside him, her long hair slightly scattered in the silent, fading light. Her black, abyssal eyes reflected all the lingering ashes of the calamity. Her voice was as soft as shattered light. "Master, they are safe now."
Deep Root Lower Layers, a new crack slowly opens like the long-dormant eye of a beast—a harbinger of the next upheaval.
But at this moment, Qin Yu had already brought everyone away from the brink of death.