Deep Root's First Awakening, Bloodshed on the Sixty-Third Layer

The cracks of time seemed to be suddenly torn open in the void by some invisible hand. Fallen Dawn Divine Hall Xi Huanluo, the fourth elder of the Fallen Dawn Temple, and three other elders of the Silent Mystery Realm were violently thrown out by the turbulent currents of the "Abyss of Fate Abyss Rifting Tide" amidst the tragic spatial distortion.

The four staggered to the ground. A burst of light exploded, and shattered spacetime dust rained down on the entire earth like blooming amethyst rain.

The next moment, they looked up--

The whole world loomed before me like a colossal monument in an abyss.

Mountains hang upside down, city ruins float in mid-air; red and purple light pours down from the endless sky, like a world dripping blood after a massacre.

What truly turned the four experts of the Silent Mystery Realm deathly pale was... what they "saw."

That thing—standing beneath the collapsed sky—was neither a demonic beast nor a living being, but rather "the embodiment of the realm itself."

The beings of the Stainless Realm, from another world, have no true "form".

Yet it stood there in an incomprehensible way.

Its appearance resembles the remains of a god forgotten by the world.

A grayish-white, god-like form without pupils, mouth, nose, or ears, shrouded in a hazy, Stainless aura.

The light dust falls without wind, each wisp purifying reality; with a single touch, it turns the void itself into clean white ash.

Its chest cavity was cracked open, but inside the crack there was no flesh or blood, but an endless flow of white, silent light, like the last breath of the universe as it cooled to absolute zero.

It stands between heaven and earth, as if the entire sixty-third floor is its shadow.

And all that exists around it is a feeling of nothingness, Beginningless, nothingness, nothingness.

It's as if just one glance at it would make you forget why you exist.

Xi Huanluo and the three Fallen Dawn Elders felt a chill run down their spines, as if an ice spear had pierced their backs. "The... Immaculate Realm..."

Someone's voice shattered into a trembling sound. The sky seemed to explode at that moment.

A colossal beast slowly raised its head, emerging from the shattered purple sea of clouds.

Its enormous body was large enough to overlook the city-state, and its back was covered with layers of broken armor, as if countless fragments of a broken world had been stacked together to form its back armor.

Each red and purple rune flowed across its body, like ancient divine script burning.

The behemoth's limbs were like pillars supporting the sky; with each step it took, the space sank down and was compressed into new layers.

Its eyes, surrounded by red and purple flames, cast shadows powerful enough to suffocate even a powerful expert in the Silent Mystery Realm.

It is none other than the magical pet of Jingyao, a being from the otherworldly Stainless Realm.

Behind them, the crimson and purple waterfall collapsed, as if the sky had fallen.

Xi Huanluo and the three elders gasped simultaneously, their faces ashen. "Ji... a top-tier Xuan Realm demonic beast... was merely... its pet?"

The instant the beings of the Stainless Realm moved

Silent, windless, shadowless, the Stainless Realm being Jingyao merely raised his head "slightly."

The air on the entire sixty-third floor instantly froze. The chests of the four Fallen Dawn Elders felt as if they had been plunged into an "eternal white well."

Before they could even utter a word, a "pure light" that seemed to appear out of nowhere, like a sharp, icy blade, pierced through their very souls.

The next moment, all four of them knelt down, clutching their heads, their faces contorted in pain.

"My name... my name is... disappearing...!!"

As the Light of Stainlessness shone upon them, their true names slowly faded in the world's register.

If you looked at them one more time, they would instantly vanish into a blank space, a space never before written in the world.

Operation Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff

As if hearing its master's silent command, the colossal beast of the Silent Mystery Realm suddenly let out a low roar filled with the tremors of Annihilation.

The roar was like the collapse of nine thousand realms, like a million lightning bolts exploding in the sky, causing the four Fallen Dawn Elders to spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood was incinerated into white dust by the Stainless Light the moment it hit the ground.

Xi Huanluo's eyes were filled with shock. "This... the Deep Root Lower Layers simply...!"

Another elder screamed, "This is from beyond the boundary... a true Stainless- level monster!!! We are no match for it!!!"

They desperately tried to circulate Silent Profundity primordial energy, only to discover that their power was "purified into Does Not Exist" the moment it touched the outside world.

The Stainless Realm, Jingyao, from the Immaculate Realm, gently raised her hand. She merely raised her hand.

The entire space was instantly "erased of sound, color, and the logic of existence".

Only pure white light remained.

The white light seemed to represent. "What this place looked like before the universe was created."

Xi Huanluo desperately wanted to escape, but even the thought of "escaping" was crushed by the white light.

The next instant, the Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff suddenly mounted.

Space collapsed. Before the three elders of the Fallen Dawn Divine Hall could even scream, they were engulfed by the shadow of the giant beast.

A crimson-purple crack flashed. The three of them simultaneously turned into Wuhen white dust, erased to the point of "never having existed."

Xi Huanluo alone, covered in blood, kneeling on the ground, his voice hoarse and broken:

"This... this is the sixty-third Deep Root Lower Layers...? It's... terrifyingly... like this..."

The creature of the Stainless Realm, Jingyao, slowly lowered its head.

It had no eyes, yet it stared at him.

Xi Huanluo's mind completely collapsed. "No—" The white light spread again. On the sixty-third floor, no one could stand.

The sixty-three-story sky was torn in two, and light and shadow twisted wildly in the cracks. The world was like a painting splattered with kerosene, constantly burning, collapsing, and being reshaped.

The instant Xi Huanluo's body was Annihilation into white dust in the Stainless Light, the treasure he obtained in the seventh layer of the Deep Root Lower Layers his sea of consciousness—"Epoch Divine Feather: Shattered Heart"—did not turn into nothingness along with him.

It floated silently in mid-air, like a transparent feather blade formed from ancient times, with a drop of purplish-gold blood gently pulsating at the tip, as if recording Xi Huanluo's last will, yet without any emotional fluctuation.

The Epoch Divine Feather seemed unaware of his death, simply hovering there quietly, the surrounding white waves of energy constantly impacting it, yet unable to extinguish it.

The next instant, a massive earthquake erupted. The void was torn apart.

The spacetime turbulence seemed to be pulled by some force, and began to erupt wildly. The new cultivator was thrown into the sixty-third floor.

Before a cultivator from the Annihilation Dawn Realm who had just been teleported there could even see the scene before him, he was choked and suffocated by the blood mist that rushed towards him. The moment he looked up, his pupils suddenly contracted.

What he saw was not a battlefield, but a hell Blood Immersion, where souls were torn apart and cause and effect evaporated.

The upside-down city walls were covered with the shattered ashes of cultivators, and the broken sky poured down Stainless light rain. Each drop that fell on a person could instantly wipe away the true spirit of an Annihilation Dawn Realm.

Screams, shocks, soul-shattering, light extinguishing—all merged into an indescribable chaos.

More cultivators were thrown in by the spatial turbulence. They knelt, vomited, collapsed, and cried out. Before they could even react, death was already standing on their heads.

The Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff swung its massive tail, covered in Silent Profundity patterns, as if shattering three thousand mountains and rivers in one fell swoop—the roar turning heaven and earth to ashes.

More than a dozen cultivators at the Void Mystery Realm · Initial Stage were swept by the tail shadow, and before they could even scream, they were instantly transformed into...

A grayish-white negative image, then vanished. It wasn't death. It was as if it had never existed.

Jingyao took a step, and the world beneath her feet let out a silent scream, as a large area of the ground instantly collapsed into a blank, Stainless Light Domain.

Those cultivators who were sucked into the light domain had their skin dissolved, their souls stripped away, and their memories fragmented. They turned into white sand and mist and dissipated with the wind, like historical footnotes that had been erased from existence.

Some tried to escape. But wherever they fled, the place collapsed, and space rubbed away their bodies like sandpaper.

A Void Emanation Realm · Middle Stage expert roared and unleashed a secret technique, attempting to break through the spatial constraints with his own cultivation.

He used all his strength to tear open an inch of space. The next moment, Jingyao simply raised his hand, and that inch of space instantly became a "blank page."

The fate, physical body, and soul of that Void Emanation Realm were all absorbed into the blank pages, as if they were stuffed into an invisible book, and then the entire history was torn out of the book.

And so he—before he was born, the Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff roared to the heavens.

Crimson-purple "Karma Shattering Fire" spewed from its mane, like a torrential downpour of heavenly tribulation fire, smashing the fleeing cultivators, burning their foundations, scorching their shadows, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Tens of thousands of cultivators were teleported in. Not a single one escaped.

Death is not the end. The true end is eternal emptiness.

After the last Annihilation Dawn Realm · Supreme was swept away by the "Stainless Light" and turned into transparent white ash that drifted away, the sixty-third floor fell into an eerie silence.

There were no corpses, no blood, no cries. Only the remnants of a annihilated world and treasures floating in the sky.

Rings, magical artifacts, life bones, talismans, fragments of divine weapons... thousands upon thousands of items, suspended in the void, seemingly floating as if propelled by the will of the dead.

Having lost their masters and no longer bound, they exude an aura even stronger than that of a treasure-hunting paradise.

The sixty-third floor—like a "sea of treasures" scattered by the wind after a massacre.

However, the massacre was not over. Because at that moment, the entire Deep Root Lower Layers began to tremble violently.

From the first to the nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor, all the floors begin to rotate like giant gears. They do not move mechanically, but rather "exchange positions" in a way that transcends causality.

Cultivators, demonic beasts, extraterrestrial species, and mechanisms are all randomly teleported to different levels without any rules.

Some people had barely settled down when they were thrown to another level; others were fighting monsters when they vanished instantly, teleported hundreds of levels away.

An unprecedented upheaval occurred at the Deep Root Lower Layers.

There was no pattern. There were no warnings. There was no way to survive. Deep Root Lower Layers—

Entering a state of absolute random reversal, the true beginning of the Fate Abyss Rifting Tide begins. And the sixty-third floor becomes the first hell to be "swallowed by the void."

The aftershocks of the complete engulfment of the sixty-third floor spread like an invisible wind along the Deep Root Lower Layers nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, following some indescribable vein. The heavens and earth of each floor trembled, cracked, and tilted, like a giant book of the world being turned, but no one knew what kind of disaster the next page would bring.

Whether it was a Deep Root in the Annihilation Dawn Realm, a confident Void Emanation Realm, or even a powerful figure from a divine temple who considered himself a ruler of a region, they all began to realize a cruel truth—

The Deep Root Lower Layers is not a secret realm for cultivators to find treasures, but the entrance to the "Abyss of Realm Devouring".

Someone stood at the edge of a shattered void, staring blankly at the sea of treasures suspended in the air. Their divine sense penetrated each layer, looking at their companions, enemies, and fellow travelers who had been wiped out on the sixty-third layer without leaving even a trace of their souls... They looked at the light and shadow that had been dyed blood purple by Jingyao and the Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff.

No one dared to approach, and no one dared to make a sound.

Because they know that in the next eruption of spatial turbulence, they themselves might be the ones sucked in.

The Deep Root Lower Layers are still spinning.

Each layer seemed to be stirred, shifted, overlapped, and slid away by the invisible hand of a giant. The mountains shattered into pieces, the boundary walls were as thin as paper, and the spacetime lines emitted a mournful sound like metal being torn apart.

One cultivator murmured to himself, trembling:

"... Sixty-three floors... and this is already at this level... then... what exactly are those eight hundred floors below?!"

No one answered. And no one dared to answer.

Because this question itself is like the beginning of touching upon a taboo Deep Root Lower Layers.

Deep Root seemed to hear the fear of all cultivators, after a violent tremor that lasted for nine breaths—

Suddenly, all was silent. Like a colossal beast that had just devoured millions of lives and drunk its fill of blood, it slowly closed its eyes and fell into a temporary slumber.

Time at all levels came to a standstill in the same instant.

Teleportation stopped. Spatial turbulence stopped. The blood rain on the sixty-third floor stopped.

Even the ripples of "resentment," "lingering souls," and "obsessions" that had just risen were forcibly suppressed, like a painting being smoothed out by an invisible giant hand.

The world fell silent. The air deep within was as still as a tomb without a master, not even daring to blow.

All the living cultivators understood: this was neither the end nor a return to normalcy.

Rather, it is what happens after the Deep Root Lower Layers have devoured a batch of prey.

A brief moment of satisfaction. A brief moment of tranquility. A brief breath in the abyss.

No one knows whether these 999 floors lead to deeper despair or closer to the source of opportunity.

No one even knows at which level life will be erased.

The only certainty is that the sixty-third floor is just the beginning. The remaining nine hundred and thirty-six floors...

The colossal beast, which was fast asleep, opened its gaping maw.

Everyone looked up at the dark red sky, their hearts gripped by a chilling premonition.