Chaos True Form, the Annihilation Taboo Beast

The five surviving Elders of the Void knelt on the battlefield, which was covered in cracks and ashes.

Each person's Soul Sea that has been struck countless times by a giant hammer, with lingering traces of purity and filth still flickering at the breaches.

Their gazes all turned towards the direction in which Qiongqi had fled.

Light fragments were still dripping from the space there, like remnants of "existence" being torn apart.

A lingering fear hung in the air.

The five elders' chests heaved rapidly, their breaths sounding like sandpaper scraping through broken throats.

"A demonic beast from the... immaculate realm..."

Even Wu Jixuan... the steward... couldn't stop him...

"It's... it's actually... the Primordial Qiongqi..."

They glanced at each other, exchanging information with all their might.

Just then—two treasures slowly rose up and floated in mid-air above the battlefield.

An invisible bone needle, yet it tore an unseen crack in the void.

The other one—a lid without a coffin—spinned slightly, casting an inescapable gray shadow on its surface.

The five elders' pupils constricted sharply. That was a forbidden treasure that their steward had risked his life to obtain.

That was their only solace in this purgatory...

One of the elders trembled all over, extending his cracked hand.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch it, space suddenly seemed to be sliced open by some invisible blade.

A chilling figure stepped out from the crack, shrouded in a Nullification undercurrent.

Every inch of his aura carried the unique "Wuhen vibration" characteristic of the Void Emanation Realm's Supreme Stage.

He gazed silently at the two treasures in the sky.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, "--These two treasures are mine."

The five elders were startled.

They wanted to roar, but their severe injuries prevented them from making a sound.

He finally managed to squeeze out a low growl filled with blood and fear, "You... you dare..."

That was the sound of five lifelines struggling simultaneously, on the verge of death.

Liu Yuan Practitioners raised his eyes, his smile chilling, "Why wouldn't you dare?"

He raised his hand, and a spinning silver-black vortex condensed in his palm.

The scene of "existence being overturned" is constantly replayed inside the vortex core.

Cities crumble, landscapes reverse, time and space invert...

This is the unique skill of the Liu Yuan Practitioners: Existence Tracing Ruins - Zero Order Judgment.

A single strike can reduce the very reason for the target's existence to "nothing."

With a gentle squeeze, the space exploded, and the five elders coughed up blood in unison.

Their bodies seemed to be sucked into a black hole.

The sound of bones shattering rang out in rapid succession.

Each explosion cracked a fissure in their souls.

"Guard... the... treasure... of... the... palace...!"

"No... we can't... let... him..." Cough... uh--!!!

They strained to muster the last bit of their soul power.

The Dao of Void and Stillness transformed into layers of shattered black curtains.

It circled around in front of him, desperately resisting the tearing force of the vortex core.

But the moment that darkness appeared, it was torn to shreds like paper in flames.

The next moment—the figures of five Void Emanation Realm · Supreme Elders,

It was gently swallowed by that vortex core. There were no screams, no blood, no corpses.

They were simply Annihilation into a wisp of pale gray light, which gently dissipated.

Even the wind doesn't remember them ever standing here.

Liu Yuan Practitioners withdrew his hand, his face remaining completely expressionless.

He gently raised his hand, and the two forbidden treasures automatically fell into his palm.

The Bone of Halted Reading vibrated in his hand, like an invisible venomous snake.

The Lid of the Final Coffin was turned over once, its surface shimmering with a Limit gray light.

Liu Yuan Practitioners chuckled, "Haha... Excellent items, both are excellent items."

He gazed at the crack where Qiongqi had fled, a chilling ambition flashing deep within his eyes. "Although the Stainless Realm demonic beasts were not completely destroyed..."

But the value of this thing is far greater than I imagined...

He turned and stepped into the void rift. The moment the rift closed, the battlefield fell silent once more.

All that remained was a vast expanse of scorched black earth and the blank space where the five elders had been wiped out, leaving not even a trace.

The wind that Deep Root Lower Layers is no longer just wind.

It was like the embers of a space burned through, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible golden light of destruction. When it blew along the crack, it seemed capable of scorching a hole in a person's Fate Soul.

Qin Yu quietly stepped into the ruins. The air was heavy, like the lingering lament of a dead god.

The ground beneath their feet was melted into a semi-transparent state by the power of Annihilation, like cooled amber, with the last traces of the "white light impact" before the soul chain was torn apart still remaining inside.

His brow twitched slightly— the Annihilation Devil Pupil · Final Spirit Core vibrated gently deep within his sea of consciousness.

What just happened here was the power of the Stainless Realm.

It was a kind of terror that left no trace even of its existence.

Qin Yu slowly walked across a section of the road.

That was originally supposed to be a defensive soul array that Void Emanation Realm elder had risked his life to cast, but now...

Only a wisp of twisted golden warmth remained, like a remnant of flame, floating in the air, trembling slightly, as if it might be crushed by reality at any moment.

Qin Yu raised his finger to touch it. That last trace of warmth suddenly exploded into ashes, dissipating into the silent air.

The light in his eyes dimmed.

Traces of Qiongqi still linger in the aftershocks of Annihilation, like an unhealable rift.

Qin Yu walked forward slowly, and the sound of the wind suddenly hardened into a tearing shriek.

In the depths of the distant void, something colossal struggles, as if struck by some invisible force, bursting forth from the darkness.

It's Qiongqi.

The Tiger of Inverted Principles was covered in crisscrossing cracks, and what flowed from its fur was not blood, but strands of torn "pure backlight."

With each step it takes, a "conceptual collapse point" appears on the ground, as if even the concept of "ground" is about to collapse under its weight.

But Qiongqi's current state--

He was disheveled, out of balance, and his aura was so scattered that he could no longer maintain the perfect state of the Stainless Realm.

It was Ultimate injured.

Even its once clear, mirror-like eyes, capable of reflecting the sins of all beings, were now dimmed to the point of almost shattering.

But it is still fleeing. It is still running wildly.

It's as if they're avoiding some kind of terror that's on a higher level than death.

A holy yet cold golden flame suddenly shone at the end of the void.

It's not light. It's the way the "Origin of Apocalypse" emits light.

It carries an oppressive quality that forces the world to submit.

The next instant, the sky seemed to be gently parted by some being's finger.

The clouds split in two, and golden light cascaded down like a waterfall.

A colossal figure slowly emerged from the golden flames.

--His silhouette, beneath His feet, is scorching heavenly fire;

His body was surrounded by pillars of lightning that tore apart the kingdom of God;

Behind Him was a massive golden divine wheel, its runes resembling fragments of laws unearthed from the ancient universe, slowly rotating.

He is like a mythical god, yet higher, more real, and more brutal than any myth.

His entire body was covered in golden patterns, each line seemingly etched with the primordial laws of the world.

He held in his hand a violently pulsating, almost tearing space apart, thunderous scepter, like the judgment hammer of all realms.

He looked down at Qiongqi, his voice deep and resonant like the rolling of a sacred river. "You've escaped far... you beast defying reason."

Qiongqi roared and spread its wings, but immediately, due to its injuries, a large amount of shattered, Light of Stainlessness spilled out.

That colossal, godlike otherworldly being took another step—

As lightning struck, space shattered like glass, fragments suspending, burning, and swirling back.

He raised his spear-like thunderous scepter and pointed it at Qiongqi.

"You come from the Filth Domain, yet you dare to step into the projection of my 'Entropy Heaven Realm'?"

"Unforgivable!" Qiongqi roared, its distorted beastly roar shaking the heavens and earth.

But it was powerless to escape.

Qin Yu's gaze sharpened. It was the first time he had seen this—

A Stainless Realm, before another forbidden Realm God,

--Like a dying beast driven to the brink of death.

Qiongqi roared, and its reverse wings broke open, creating new cracks.

The Realm God raised his hand, and lightning condensed into a long spear in his palm.

Lightning illuminated the heavens and the earth, shattering the entire Deep Root Lower Layers into fragments of light.

Qin Yu stood amidst the ruins, watching the deity slowly raise its lightning bolt.

Golden light surged like the end of the world.

The air has begun to break apart into golden sand.

Qin Yu knew that the aftershocks of this attack, even from hundreds of thousands of miles away,

That's enough to tear the Deep Root Lower Layers in two.

And he... has already been drawn into the heart of this level of conflict.

The instant the thunderous spear fell—

Heaven and earth fell silent, as if the Deep Root Lower Layers had been forcibly severed by a deity.

Qiongqi's irrational body, capable of overturning good and evil across the myriad realms, was not shattered by the golden light the moment it struck; instead, the light was "erased" layer by layer.

It is not broken. It is not dissipated.

Instead, it's like being erased bit by bit from a draft of the universe with an eraser.

Fur -- None. Bone wings against the light -- None. Dust-free, clear pupils -- None.

In the end, even the concept of "what it once was" was swallowed up by the golden flames.

All that remained was a faint, cold vortex of ash-like air.

That was the lingering echo of Qiongqi's "power of reversal between good and evil in life" after it had been completely deleted, so weak that even the Deep Root space was too lazy to reclaim it.

After the golden light faded, the god who had pierced the sky still stood tall, thunder rumbling in his palm like the heartbeat of the world.

But the next moment—it began to "shrink".

It's not that the body has shrunk, but rather that the true form has actively folded its own dimensions.

It's like deleting countless planes from the multiverse hierarchy, leaving only the lowest level, the "human form."

The divine wheel collapsed, turning into a pale golden mark that fell on His back.

The power of thunder broke into light and dust, returning to His bones and blood.

The cracks in the sky that He had opened gradually closed, like the wounds of a giant beast healing themselves.

He fell step by step. With each step, his form shrank a little.

After the golden flames faded, the silhouette of a young man was revealed.

As the final step landed, the divine light vanished, and the world fell silent.

He stood there—

Clad in the crimson battle armor of the Asura Immortal Hall, an inextinguishable remnant of lightning still lingered deep within his eyes, and a wisp of golden divine halo flickered like a spark beneath his brow.

The wind, blowing Deep Root Lower Layers, passed by him, but dared not lift the hem of his clothes.

He slowly raised his head.

All the majesty and destruction of that deity were now completely and utterly contained within a single name—

Chen Jieli, the eldest direct disciple of the Asura Immortal Hall. His cultivation level is the Chaos Realm - Supreme.

That Realm God that just pierced the sky and annihilated Qiongqi,

This was his true form in the Chaos Realm. At this moment, Chen Jieli's chest was still rising and falling slightly.

For him, Annihilation a Qiongqi in the Stainless Realm was no easy task.

But he didn't stop.

He simply raised his hand, gently grasping the last trace of golden lightning in his palm, as if pressing a closed page of a Fate Book deep into his blood and bones.

The world returned to normal at that moment. The wind returned. Space stopped trembling.

The Deep Root Lower Layers are like being forcibly dragged back to reality from the brink of the apocalypse.

Chen Jieli looked up, his gaze sweeping over vast stretches of land that had been erased to blankness.

A faint golden light emanated from his divine eyes, cold and sharp, like a judgment.

In the distance, a Deep Root Lower Layers area is slowly rising with a reddish-purple light.

The light was like the awakening of some ancient Fate Authority, heavy and chaotic, yet carrying a summons that made all cultivators' hearts tremble.

A crimson-purple light illuminated his profile, making his features even more austere, and a lingering divine glow rekindled in his eyes.

He whispered, "... Interesting."

He didn't look at the battlefield again, which had been slaughtered by Qiongqi and then wiped out by him with a single blow.

Chen Jieli took a step forward. Lightning flashed, and the air was torn open with a golden slit.

He vanished into the golden light, heading straight for the Deep Root Forbidden Domain where the red-purple light source was located.

The Deep Root Lower Layers fell into a deathly silence once more, leaving only the embers of the erased space, which were still slowly dissipating.

Qin Yu used his divine sense to observe from a distance. "What exactly is that reddish-purple light?"