The aftershocks of the dragon's first roar had not yet dissipated; the heavens and earth were still trembling, and the air shimmered like shattered glass.
However—the dragon's abyss-like eyes suddenly contracted again.
It murmured a second time.
The sound was so soft it was almost a whisper, like a sigh from the ends of the earth.
But--BOOM------!!!
The entire Deep Root Lower Layers seemed to be turned upside down by an invisible giant hand, and all the red and purple light flowed back to the sky, transforming into a huge "memory-swallowing vortex" that devoured all the information of heaven and earth.
The air began to peel away. The color began to peel away.
Even the idea that "someone ever existed" is beginning to crumble.
This is -- memory stripping.
The first to scream were not the weak, but a group of powerful cultivators at the Silent Mystery Realm who were trying to approach the dragon and get closer to the opportunity. They sensed the secret in the dragon's roar immediately and wanted to get closer to obtain the inheritance or treasures.
The result—they had barely stepped into the hundred-mile radius...
A crack isn't a bone fracture, but rather...
Visible cracks appeared on the surface of the True Soul.
It was as if someone had carved words into their souls with a blade.
The next instant, the heavens and earth were torn apart by screams: "My soul--!!!" "What... what power is this...!!"
"Aaaaaah--Who... who am I?!"
Boom!!! More than ten experts at the Silent Mystery Realm didn't even have time for their physical bodies to explode.
The True Soul first shattered into fragments of light, dissipating as if evaporated by the dragon's roar.
Their figures turned into gray dust on the spot, even the fluctuations of their soul consciousness were wiped away.
Although the people in the Chaos First Palace were on the outermost layer, they still received the direct impact of the second chant.
The seven Primordial Envoys knelt down simultaneously, their sea of consciousness feeling as if it were being flooded, their souls twisted in pain, their blood and qi flowing backward, and blood spurting out.
A disciple uttered a broken, weak voice. "I... I can't remember my name... you... you... who are you...?"
Ling Liangyan gritted her teeth and held on, covering her ears with her hands, her eyes rapidly losing focus. "No... our souls... are being ripped away..."
Elder Liu Xu was already severely injured and had not yet recovered. This attack caused his sea of consciousness to explode into countless tiny fragments of light. He staggered and knelt down, crying out, "... Elder Ling... no... we're going to... be wiped out..."
At that moment, Qin Yu moved. He raised his hand, his brow trembled slightly, and a silent, lightless, Nameless, Formless power bloomed from his palm.
It was a ring of light that even time itself feared. It was traceless and colorless, yet everything that touched it was forcibly "defined" as "immortal."
"The Unnamed Initial Silence" - The Silent Ring Realm Drawing the Hum of the Realm------
A silent ripple spread from his palm, enveloping everyone in the Chaos First Palace.
The next moment—the vortex of memory stripping was stopped.
The heavens and earth roared. The light was cut off.
The force of separation seemed to be locked by an invisible giant ring, snapping back.
The people in the Chaos First Palace gasped for breath, their bodies trembling violently, their souls painfully recovering, and their minds still wavering.
Qin Yu turned and shouted, his voice booming like a boundary decree. "Elder Liu! Quickly lead the disciples away from this place!!"
Liu Xu's ears were bleeding from the shockwave, but he still managed to stand up. Without even speaking to Qin Yu, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Go!! Everyone, listen to my command!! Evacuate immediately!!"
The Primordial Envoys helped their unconscious disciple to his feet and staggered away from the Dragon Roar Domain, as if escaping the edge of the world.
However—the dragon's gaze fell upon Qin Yu.
Those enormous pupils slowly contracted within the sea of crimson and purple light. The world instantly fell into a silent Annihilation.
The dragon lowered its boundless head, as if looking down at a tiny being that had broken its rules, or as if recognizing for the first time a familiar yet long-lost aura.
Its gaze was like that of a judge peering into the depths of Fate Abyss, fixed directly and undisguisedly on Qin Yu.
The crimson and purple light converged on a single point in its eye. That point resembled an "ancient name."
It was as if some forgotten destiny was awakening. The entire Deep Root Lower Layers fell silent instantly as those eyes gazed upon them.
Qin Yu raised his head and met the dragon's gaze. The air froze. Time and space were frozen. The landscape shifted.
At that moment, everyone realized that this dragon was no ordinary super monster.
The dragon's abyss-like pupils contracted slightly in the sea of red and purple light, as if the entire world was being pulled into the depths of its eyes. The heavens and earth trembled, the light distorted, and it lowered its dragon head, which resembled a falling nebula, inch by inch approaching Qin Yu.
Everyone saw the dragon lower its head. But they couldn't see --
It is "speaking." The actual sound is not falling into the air.
Instead, it pierced directly into the depths of Qin Yu's soul consciousness.
That is a language that is not a language.
An era that does not belong to an era. A life that does not belong to life.
... Fate Abyss... finally... opened one of your eyes...-
The sound was as ancient as the first stone walls of the universe cracking open, or as if destiny itself were breathing.
Qin Yu's sea of consciousness instantly unleashed thousands of life patterns, trembling like the tides of stars.
His expression changed drastically, and he whispered, "You... can sense the Fate Abyss?"
The dragon's enormous pupil shrank to a vertical line.
[That drop of 'Initial Fate' within you shouldn't have appeared here...]
[Fate Abyss... you can't choose the wrong path... since it has fallen upon you...]
[Then... let me see... whether you're worthy of... this life.]
As soon as the words were spoken, the dragon spoke for the third time.
It wasn't a roar. It wasn't a whisper. It was a kind of...
The suppression came from the depths of the Abyss of Fate Abyss.
The world suddenly darkened! In an instant, all the red and purple light was sucked into the deepest part of the dragon's throat.
That was the "primordial suppression" within the Fate Abyss.
Do not kill the physical body, do not destroy the soul, only annihilate the Fate Authority.
Qin Yu's "Fate Abyss Spirit Key" on his chest resonated and shattered, his life runes were torn apart as if by a thousand blades, and cracks began to appear in his sea of consciousness.
The next instant— Extinguished Light moved.
There was no sound. There was no light.
There was no trace of her existence. She simply raised her eyes, and the world went dark.
The aura emanating from Extinguished Light was the ultimate radiance, a light that was not dazzling, yet could shame all other forms of light. Darkness and golden light intertwined, coalescing into a flowing trail of annihilation light on her shoulder.
She stepped to Qin Yu's side and raised her hand to create a thin, breath-like screen of light.
Annihilation Light Dimension Severance, Sever and Establish Realm Causes
The void collapsed, the sea of crimson and purple light surged back, and it was forcibly severed into two worlds.
The dragon's Fate Abyss suppression was blocked.
The air between them disintegrated into unbearable fragments, their opposing forces squeezing out thousands of lightning-like cracks in the life lines.
The dragon's enormous eyes stared intently at the Extinguished Light.
That was the first time—it showed signs of alertness. The dragon recognized that power.
That is a power that mortals cannot possess.
That is... a power that can kill even "life".
Extinguished Light's eyes were calm and ruthless, yet he stood silently in front of Qin Yu, his expression unwavering.
"Get out." Only Qin Yu could hear her voice, as light as the wind, yet it overwhelmed the heavens and earth.
Crimson and purple lightning surged from deep within the dragon's throat, seemingly preparing to once again unleash the "Wrath of the Fate Abyss."
However—it suddenly stopped moving.
Because it sensed the escape in the air.
They scattered and fled. Shouts, screams, cries for survival, and desperate attempts to escape rang out simultaneously, like a tide suddenly extinguished.
The 100,000 cultivators who had gathered were already terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, before the lingering power of the dragon's low roar had even dissipated. Taking advantage of the moment when the dragon's attention was diverted, they desperately fled in all directions.
One by one, they disappeared into the Deep Root Lower Layers wasteland like shattered fireflies.
The Void Emanation Realm · Supreme Liu Yuan Practitioners, Liu Yuanzhe, turned deathly pale. He dared not look at Qin Yu, nor at the giant dragon, and dared not even hold onto his treasures. He fled frantically and disappeared into the distant abyss in an instant.
Soon, between the sky, the earth's fissures, and the ruined tower,
Only three figures remained—and a giant dragon.
The first person -- Chen Jieli.
He stood on a corner of the cliff, his expression somber, yet he stared intently at Qin Yu.
The feeling was like seeing an old shadow across countless cycles of life and death; veins bulged on his forehead.
Why... do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before...?
But the more he thought about it, the more his head ached, as if some force was preventing him from remembering.
The second person is Yin Miao Ji Wangyao.
He held a dark gold staff, his gaze deep and unfathomable, watching the clash of power between the dragon, Qin Yu, and the Extinguished Light, and murmured to himself:
"The light and darkness are clashing... and it's happening to him alone... This kid..."
A strange interest flickered in his eyes, but he didn't approach; he simply gazed at them quietly.
The dragon's entire attention was now focused on Qin Yu and Extinguished Light.
It looked down upon everyone. Its power covered the entire area.
But it... no longer attacked anyone else. At this moment, it only issued judgment upon Qin Yu.
The crimson-purple sea of clouds was ripped apart from the center the moment the dragon raised its head. The light flowed backward, like countless inverted galaxies being pulled upward, and the entire sky was drawn towards a place that was slowly opening up.
That's not a palace. That's not a secret realm. That's not a world. That's -- the Dragon Palace of Fate Abyss.
The sea of light collapsed into a vortex, and red and purple mist formed countless intertwined life patterns, like a structure from ancient mythology that had never been revealed to any life, unfolding inch by inch in the depths of the sky.
The gate to the Dragon Palace stands at the boundary between the sea of clouds and the void. What is engraved on its outer wall is not patterns, but the prototype of "fate". Rivers of fate, lines of fate, traces of fate, and cracks of Fate Abyss flow between the gate walls, and are constantly rewritten, erased, and rebuilt in the process.
It was a living dragon palace. Outside the palace, nine hundred billion life lines, like dragon scales, rippled in the light, and with a commotion, the outline of a dragon's body appeared—
The entire Dragon Palace is the very essence of the dragon's Fate Soul.
Chen Jieli's breath hitched, his fingers involuntarily gripping his sleeve, his chest tightening, and his voice trembling:
"... Fate Abyss level... Dragon Palace? This... how is this possible... The legendary Fate Abyss Dragon Palace really exists..."
The long staff in Wangyao's hand made a soft "click" sound, and his pupils contracted to a single point under the impact of the light:
"It's not a dragon... it's a 'Fate Abyss Dragon'... belonging to the earliest batch of ancient life sources born in the Fate Abyss system... and it's still alive..."
The two of them realized almost simultaneously an unspeakable truth—
What they saw... was not an ordinary demonic beast, but the "Guardian of the Core of the Fate Abyss".
The dragon raised its head, and before it could even let out a roar, the entire sky was sucked into a vacuum by its chest.
The next instant—it emitted a ball of reddish-purple light.
Within the radiance are dragon scales, life grooves, shattered life patterns, countless solidified life streams, and a source of primordial life similar to fetal breathing.
That was a projection of the core flame of the Fate Abyss.
The ball of light trembled slightly in mid-air, then, with indescribable speed, like a red-purple meteor drawn from reality, it crashed straight into Qin Yu's chest.
The air jolted.
Qin Yu was lifted up by red and purple light, his body wrapped in life patterns. Countless life paths in the sky instantly reversed, tearing his figure into the dragon palace gate that was opening behind the giant dragon.
Chen Jieli subconsciously reached out, but couldn't touch the wisp of Fate Abyss light that followed him.
Wangyao only heard that in the instant before Qin Yu was swept into the Dragon Palace, a faint white ripple of Fate Abyss flashed around him, as if the Fate Abyss was responding to him, or as if the Fate Abyss was confirming something—
"He's the one it's looking for."
The gates of the Dragon Palace slammed shut, and the enormous figure of the dragon gradually faded in the sea of red and purple light, as if it had never existed, finally disappearing into the depths of the sky.
The entire Deep Root Lower Layers suddenly fell silent. The wind stopped, and the light went out.
Even the traces of that towering dragon palace that had just risen were completely wiped away.
It was as if the colossal dragon that shattered countless worlds ten breaths ago... was merely an illusion.
A memory never written into reality. Chen Jieli and Wangyao stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, speechless for a long time.
Wangyao squinted and whispered, "That dragon... took him away."
Chen Jieli's eyes were dark and gloomy as he stared in the direction where the Dragon Palace had disappeared, a feeling of oppression rising in his chest that was almost suffocating.
"No, there's definitely something wrong with him."
His tone was calm, yet it was like an icy blade. I don't know why...
The feeling in his chest grew stronger and stronger—as if Qin Yu was hiding a secret that could destroy the entire Void Obliteration Domain.
Wangyao gave him a deep look, then turned and left. Chen Jieli stood there, not immediately following.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of silver-black soul light overflowed from his fingertips, transforming into an almost imperceptible Fate Soul imprint, silently burying itself into this desolate red-purple wasteland.
"... This person is not simple..."
Chen Jieli's eyes turned slightly cold. "I'd like to see... what you'll become after you leave the Fate Abyss Dragon Palace."
The soul imprint trembled slightly and then vanished without a trace. The Deep Root Lower Layers returned to silence once more.
But a seed of murderous intent has already been secretly sown in this land—