In the instant the white light faded, the fifty-seventh floor seemed to be placed back onto its "proper orbit" by an invisible hand.
The cracked sky was stitched back together, the collapsed giant gate was rebuilt, and even the fluctuations of the Fate Abyss in the air transformed into a calm lake.
Qin Yu held the white bone pen in his palm—the White Stele Pen: The End.
The pen felt slightly cool, yet it felt like holding the heartbeat of the entire "ending."
Extinguished Light quietly raised her eyes, her long hair, backlit by the wind, gently swaying in the still breeze. "Let's go. This place will give us nothing more."
Qin Yu put away the White Bone Brush, turned around, and walked into a deeper layer of the realm. His footsteps landed without the slightest hesitation.
The light and shadow of the fifty-seventh floor faded behind him into a silent, white, ruined palace.
Deep Root Lower Layers, a new hierarchy is slowly awakening, like an ancient behemoth.
Meanwhile -- the sixty-third floor.
That was another world. Heaven and earth seemed to have been cleaved open from the sky by a golden magic pen.
A beam of light descended from the heavens, piercing the earth, its light and heat like a proclamation of the coming of a divine kingdom.
But the earth is not a divine kingdom; it is a desolate wasteland.
Mountains and rivers were torn apart into steep fault lines by devastating spatial friction, lakes were twisted into winding rivers of light, and after the golden pillars of heaven fell, they branded the aftershocks of the Stainless Realm with huge burn marks, like unhealed wounds after divine punishment.
Chen Jieli stood atop a precipice.
His blond hair was half-draped, and the beam of light reflected in his eyes, making him appear like a cold, divine statue emerging from chaos.
On the sixty-third floor, the corpses of the cultivators slaughtered by Jingyao and the Realm-Sundering Desolate Mastiff had been turned into dust by the strong wind, and rose from the ravines mixed with red and purple flames, reflecting on half of his face.
The sky above the sixty-third level seemed to be torn apart by some indescribable force. Golden pillars of heaven descended from the depths of the sea of clouds, crashing down on the earth and shaking the entire level like the chest of a dying divine beast convulsing incessantly.
There was no wind, and no sound.
All the vibrancy and clamor were emptied by some ancient rule, leaving only embers floating among the ruined city walls.
Chen Jieli stood atop the broken mountain, his cloak fluttering wildly as it was torn apart by the golden aura.
He didn't move. But every tremor on the sixty-third floor felt like a knock in his heart.
A faint "breath of final writing" emanated from the direction of the fifty-seventh floor, like a wisp of white light gently trembling beyond countless worlds. It was not a feedback from the soul crystal, but rather Knowing Layer possessed only by Chen Jieli's Chaos Realm · Supreme True Form.
He neither saw Qin Yu nor the form of the treasure.
But he could sense it—it was an aura that could rewrite the "ending of existence".
Chen Jieli's lips curled slightly. "Hmph, the fifty-seventh floor. It seems someone on the fifty-seventh floor obtained the unknown treasure."
He prepared to leave. At that very moment—
The entire 63rd floor suddenly sank. It wasn't a tremor, but a sinking.
It was as if an invisible behemoth was turning over beneath the earth, causing the entire layer of spacetime to collapse. The shadow of the ruined tower was stretched extremely long, and the rubble of the city continued to fall like black rain.
Chen Jieli stopped. His pupils suddenly contracted in the next instant.
Because he finally understood why the sixty-third floor resembled the ruins of a divine kingdom.
It wasn't the lingering warmth of destruction, but rather... the scent of the hunting grounds.
The golden pillar suddenly twisted, as if it had been crushed in mid-air by a giant claw;
The brilliance collapsed, shattering into countless fragments of rainbow light. A deep, indescribable sound echoed from the depths of the mountains—
It wasn't a roar, nor a thunderous sound, but rather a sound like "reality being forced to tremble."
The sound rang out, and even the golden pillar of heaven was shattered into dust.
A dark shadow rose from the cracked ground.
Chen Jieli looked up and saw an extremely large beast horn slowly emerging from the golden crack.
Demonic beasts... no, those who reign supreme in the ancient wilderness. The pinnacle of the Silent Mystery Realm Supreme Realm?... more than that.
A purplish-black mist of flames surged from the cracks, turning the entire sixty-three stories into an abyss-colored hue.
Then, an eye that covered the entire sky opened.
It overlooks the world. It is cold. It makes the entire world oxygen-deprived without even needing to breathe.
The hem of Chen Jieli's clothes was lifted by the terrifying pressure, but his expression calmed down instead:
"Heh... As expected, they've come to test me."
He didn't know whether it was a real guardian of the sixty-third floor or a projection of some otherworldly lord.
But he knew he would have to face something like this sooner or later.
And the person who came out of the Fate Abyss Dragon Palace...
If he continues to grow, he will eventually become an adversary of this creature.
Chen Jieli gripped the halberd and took a step forward.
He cleaved a golden crack through the darkness of the entire sixty-three-story building.
The next instant—the giant horn was fully extended from the crack, so heavy it seemed to crush the entire sixty-third floor.
The sky above the sixty-third floor seemed to be torn apart by purplish-black lightning, and a huge shadow slowly rose from the crack in the golden light.
Its body is like a reflection of the entire continent, pieced together from countless shattered abyssal characters;
Its giant horns point to the sky, half buried in the cloud prison, half plunged into the ground. Its spine is like a mountain range, with purple-black fire patterns bursting from the seams of its bones, as if the omen of death of all worlds is etched on its body.
With each breath, it seemed to inhale and exhale as if the entire sixty-three floors were its lungs.
The air turned scorching purple, the earth collapsed, and the ruined tower was crushed inch by inch.
The Desolate Bone Horned Demon, a Silent Profundity Peak.
Chen Jieli stood atop the ruined tower, completely swallowed by the shadow of the giant beast.
His clothes were torn and flying everywhere, but he didn't budge. "Tsk... that's big."
He raised his hand, his eyes filled with a detached, scrutinizing gaze. The next instant—
The Desolate Bone Horned Demon roared.
It wasn't a sound wave, but the aftershocks of space shattering, pressing down on Chen Jieli simultaneously from countless layers of the void.
The ground looked as if it had been cleaved by a series of knives, and the floating fragments reflected a purplish-black light, like countless deadly eyes.
Chen Jieli raised one hand, his palm flowing with dark gold divine runes. "Chaos - World Annihilation Concealment."
His voice was soft and gentle, yet it was as if he had pressed the freeze button on the world.
All the cracks around them instantly froze. The roar of the Desolate Bone Horned Demon was still half-sounding.
Its neck, bony wings, giant horns, and towering spine all became transparent and were rapidly extracted into light dust.
Boom--!
The colossal purplish-black shadow disintegrated into countless fragments, crumbling from its feet to its head, like a planet erased by a god.
In the blink of an eye, the entire sixty-third floor returned to deathly silence.
Chen Jieli's clothes were still fluttering slightly.
"That's it?" He stopped, showing no excitement, even a bit bored.
However—a deep, Ultimate drumbeat suddenly came from the ground.
It wasn't a sound, but rather the pulsation of some resurrected law.
The purplish-black dust swirled back into the air. The shadows of the dead Desolate Bone Horned Demon reassembled, but this time, there was more than one.
The sky was opened up again.
Two equally enormous Desolate Bone Horned Demon slowly emerged from symmetrical cracks in the void, their massive horns peeking out.
Their bodies are like mirror images of calamities, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Chen Jieli raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? Resurrected?"
He chuckled softly.
The wind trembled under the weight of his laughter. "You're even making a replica for me?"
The two Desolate Bone Horned Demon roared, and layers of abyssal light patterns exploded within their bodies, as if the rules of the sixty-three layers had personally rewritten their lives.
Chen Jieli licked the blood trickling from his fingertips, which had been shaken open by the aftershocks, and a genuine interest finally flashed in his eyes:
"Heh... Sixty-three floors, you're... getting more and more like it."
He raised his halberd, its blade like the first cracks of chaos at the beginning of creation. The sky darkened instantly.
The purplish-black sky crashed down like two ancient black rivers torn from the abyss, and the two Desolate Bone Horned Demon opened their massive maws at the same time.
Their roars were not sounds, but destructive ripples formed by the mixture of Silent Profundity Bones, Wildfire, and Abyssal Dust, tearing open the gaps in the rules above the sixty-three layers of sky. Countless fragments of light, like pieces of a celestial curtain being chopped off, fell Emptiness.
The ground beneath Chen Jieli's feet was cracking, the fissures stretching for thousands of miles, as if the entire world was being stretched painfully by the breaths of two colossal beasts.
He merely raised his eyes and gently wiped away the trace of blood from the corner of his lips, drawn by the aftershock. "Ha... that's more like it."
The two Desolate Bone Horned Demon pounced almost simultaneously.
The giant horn on the left pierced through space, forcefully shattering the three dimensions into dust. When the thousand-foot-long bone wings flapped down, a purplish-black flame tide surged, enough to incinerate the territories of ten Void Obliteration Domain.
The giant tail on the right side rolled back like a boundary river, dragging a whole piece of broken planes and tearing open nine abyssal rifts along the way.
The heavens and earth roared. The entire field of vision was swallowed up by the purplish-black calamity.
Chen Jieli raised his halberd. There was no gathering of strength, no posture, not even a pause in breathing.
It was just a casual diagonal slash, like someone brushing away a wisp of dust by the roadside. -- Chaos, a single stroke of the broken form.
The world fell silent for a moment when the halberd struck. The next moment—
The purplish-black flames surged backward, and the giant horn of the Desolate Bone Horned Demon on the left was severed at the root. The severed horn transformed into ten thousand abyssal fragments of light that scattered in the air.
The giant tail of the right-side Desolate Bone Horned Demon was severed on the spot, and the tailbone exploded into pieces of bone lotus, which bloomed in the air and then withered and died at the same time.
The roars of the two Desolate Bone Horned Demons were simultaneously suppressed.
Their enormous bodies seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, crashing into the ground and raising a dust storm hundreds of millions of feet high.
The entire sixty-three floors reverberated as if an inverted bell had been struck, the echoes so powerful that countless cultivators who had been teleported from afar vomited blood and fainted on the spot.
Chen Jieli looked down from mid-air, his halberd tip drooping, his voice cold and indifferent in the roaring world, "Silent Profundity Realm... is not enough."
The two Desolate Bone Horned Demon staggered to their feet. Their bone wings, giant horns, and tails were regenerating backwards—
The bone fragments grew in the opposite direction, the cracks automatically closed, and the purplish-black flame pattern lit up again.
The rules of the sixty-three floors... are being repeated again.
Chen Jieli saw the familiar reversed light and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Not again?"
He raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide.
The Supreme source of the Chaos Realm slowly sank into his palm, and a wisp of pale golden crack light spread from his fingertips, as if compressing the time, space, and destiny of the entire world into a thin line.
The bone wings that the Desolate Bone Horned Demon had just reconstructed were instantly frozen in mid-air.
Chen Jieli breathed softly, "Chaos · Fallen Realm Abyss."
The world collapsed.
In that instant, the rules of the sixty-three-layered structure seemed to be completely emptied out, light and darkness fell simultaneously, heaven and earth reversed each other, and the entire layer was completely pierced by a golden crack in Chen Jieli's palm.
The two Desolate Bone Horned Demon didn't even have time to roar before they were pierced by the beam of light.
Wherever the slashing light passed, bones were stripped away, blood flames were extinguished, giant horns turned to dust, and divine consciousness was shattered.
Boom----!!!
The two Desolate Bone Horned Demons, which were originally powerful enough to dominate the entire floor, were like two shattered shadows under the golden light, instantly disintegrating into endless black and purple dust waves that spread in all directions without leaving a trace.
The world finally returned to normal. Chen Jieli withdrew his hand and lightly tapped the ground with his halberd.
"Sixty-three floors... and that's all the tricks you have?"
However, in the next instant—the entire sky above the sixty-third floor suddenly trembled.
Three... no, four new colossal shadows are slowly converging in the void.
Chen Jieli's smile turned completely cold at that moment. "Heh... this is getting more and more interesting."
The sixty-three-story sky had completely collapsed into a vortex.
The figures of the Desolate Bone Horned Demon plummeted one after another from the depths of the vortex, like a black and purple torrent pouring out of the Stainless Abyss. The moment they landed, the earth blasted open a 100,000-foot-deep crater. When they rose again, their bone wings vibrated, as if a thousand desolate realms were opening up at the same time.
Chen Jieli stood in the center of the ruins, gripping his halberd.
His black and white sacrificial robes had long been burned to shreds by the demonic flames. There was a shallow crack on the back of his hand, and chaotic blood slowly dripped down his palm, but before it hit the ground, it was reversed and restored to nothingness by the rules of the layer.
Thirty Desolate Bone Horned Demon slowly converged around him, like thirty layers of annihilating heavens closing in.
Chen Jieli held his halberd horizontally, still sneering. "Heh... this is getting more and more outrageous."
The thirty Desolate Bone Horned Demon moved simultaneously.
Purple-black beast flames poured down from the sky, burning space, igniting the rules, and scorching every inch of air on the sixty-three layers; countless bone spikes pierced the air, carrying the destructive power of Silent Profundity, like a celestial river falling from the sky; giant claws tore open countless dimensions, making the entire layer structure creak and groan.
The heavens and earth trembled to their Limit. The rules were like being pushed into a furnace, burning and constantly falling into fragments.
Chen Jieli finally raised his other hand. It was an extremely rare gesture.
Chaos Realm · Supreme, he was already accustomed to suppressing the world with one hand and bringing solitude with another. Now, however, he had no choice but to use his second hand to suppress the thirty Silent Profundity Peak cultivators outside.
He swept his hands together, his halberd sweeping horizontally, a chaotic light cleaving the sky. Boom!!!!!
The Silent Profundity storm was torn apart on the spot, and the three-headed Desolate Bone Horned Demon was pierced and turned to dust on the spot, but in the next instant it crawled out of the vortex again and was resurrected in an even more ancient and desolate form.
The Thirtyfold Devouring World Storm had forced Chen Jieli into a giant pit, the pit walls constantly cracking, like the jaws of a giant beast contracting.
Chen Jieli took a breath. This was the first time his breathing had become slightly heavier since he descended to the Deep Root Lower Layers.
A tear was found in the sacrificial robe on his chest, and a purplish-black burn mark was slowly pulsating deep in his skin. It was the result of being hit simultaneously by the "Silent Profundity Common Origin Shock" of thirty Desolate Bone Horned Demon.
"You bastard..."
He wiped the blood that had been jolted out of the corner of his mouth again, and a hint of coldness and impatience finally surfaced in his eyes.
"A mere thirty heads... dare to injure me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty Desolate Bone Horned Demon roared again, their beastly flames soaring into the sky, turning the sixty-third floor into an inverted infernal furnace;
The hellish roar echoed throughout the entire realm, chilling the hearts of the cultivators being dragged in from afar, causing them to kneel and tremble.
Chen Jieli was surrounded and attacked by thirty demonic beasts for a full hour.
He finally admitted one thing: these things...
It was indeed starting to take a toll on him.
If it weren't for the protection of his Chaos Realm · Supreme Origin, he would have lost at least a hundred bone chains by now.
As the black smoke dissipated, Chen Jieli stood in the center of the shattered earth, his halberd trembling slightly, his arm tingling from the thirty shocks, and his blood surging.
He raised his eyes. More than forty more Desolate Bone Horned Demon appeared—still slowly approaching.