A Shadow-Shattering Strike in the Mad Consciousness Corridor

The blood mist from the eighty-eighth floor had not yet dissipated, the earth was torn into countless abyssal fissures, and the corpse fires from the great battle between the Asura Immortal Hall Chaos First Palace, the Chaos Palace, and the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall still burned with blue flames in the wind. The air stung, as if it had been torn apart by some invisible chaotic iron filings.

Just as Liu Xu and Elder Silent Void Wu were still catching their breath, Ling Liangyan was wiping the blood from the corner of her lips, the heavens and earth suddenly roared.

A violent tremor, composed of blood and chaos, ripped through the depths of the distant wall.

In the next instant, a crimson shadow suddenly collapsed from the eighty-eight-story dome, as if some ancient, slumbering army was returning with unparalleled power.

Step--step--step--

Each step caused the eighty-eight layers of shattered continent to sink hundreds of feet.

"They've arrived... the second batch of reinforcements from the Asura Immortal Hall." Liu Xu's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Finally, the red mist completely split open.

A battle formation composed of three thousand crimson chaotic skeletons stepped into the eighty-eighth floor from the depths of the wall.

They have no breath, no heartbeat, no soul; they possess only an abnormal life logic driven by chaotic corpse fire.

Asura Immortal Hall Forbidden Legion: Chaos Blood Army - Origin-Paradox Battle Servants.

The Origin-Paradox Battle Servants were pieced together from chaotic bone armor, with crimson, inverted flames burning in their chests like hearts, but their beating sounded like metal chains being torn apart. The three thousand war servants marched in unison, and with each step, the earth lost its definition of "weight".

The second commander of the Asura Immortal Hall shouted in a deep voice, "Are the remnants of the eighty-eighth floor still alive? Eliminate them all!"

The remaining disciples of the Chaos First Palace and the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall numbered less than a hundred, and they were covered in wounds, almost at their Limit.

The Origin-Paradox Battle Servants raised his long blade.

The blade was forged from an anti-causal metal; its surface reflected not light, but the silhouettes of those who had died, those who were not yet dead, and those who were about to die.

Death was frozen in time by this blade. "All Asura disciples—kill!!!" The battle cries were like thunder, echoing through the heavens.

Liu Xu gripped his longsword tightly, Ling Liangyan's figure swayed. The disciples of the Chaos First Palace felt their backs creaking under the pressure of the killing intent.

The Grand Elder of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall spoke in a low voice, "All disciples, step back behind me—" Before he could finish speaking...

The earth and sky suddenly trembled. It wasn't the sound of Zhan Jun's footsteps.

It wasn't a chaotic explosion. It wasn't the shattering of walls.

Rather, it is the Deep Root Lower Layers itself that is trembling.

Boom----------!!!

The entire 88th floor was violently lifted up by an inexplicable "reverse torsion force".

The walls twisted like a broken mirror; time flowed backward and forward through the cracks; the chain of cause and effect trembled like a stringed instrument; countless colors, fragments of light, and shards of destiny poured down from the void.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

The sky seemed to have been crushed by an invisible giant hand, with so many fragments of light, shadow, and rules mixed together to form a terrifying vortex that was impossible to look at directly.

Liu Xu cried out in disbelief, "The Deep Root layers of the Fate Abyss are trembling—the third wave is here!!!"

Elder Silent Void roared, no longer caring to call out to his disciples, "Everyone—protect your souls!"

The second commander of the Asura Immortal Hall's expression changed drastically. "War servants, withdraw your formation! Stabilize the formation!"

However, all sounds, all commands, all actions, all vanished in the next instant—

The impact of the third wave of shock was rendered meaningless. The entire world relaxed.

Like the heart of a giant bell being shattered—space suddenly fractured.

The boundaries between the layers were all torn apart like paper.

Whether it's the Asura Immortal Hall's Origin-Paradox Battle Servants, the twelve Void Emanation Realm Elders, or tens of thousands of Asura Disciples...

It was still the hundred or so remnants of the Chaos First Palace and the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall...

They were all caught by the same irresistible vortex. The next second—

Everyone is randomly teleported.

Some were thrown to the third level, falling into the damp, cold darkness;

Someone was thrown into the fiery wall on the ninety-ninth floor;

Someone fell into the abyss, without even having time to scream;

Someone crashed into the Knowing Realm portal and had their Sever the Fate Trajectory.

The eighty-eighth floor was emptied in an instant. The sky returned to deathly silence.

When the wind blows, only broken rocks and remnants of flames dance gently in the ashes, as if the great battle had never happened, leaving only a layer of silent ruins.

The aftershocks of the third wave of the hundred-layer tremor had not yet dissipated. All the layers at the Deep Root Lower Layers seemed to have been torn to shreds by an invisible behemoth, and light and shadow flowed wildly backward along the cracks. Countless cultivators were thrown into the distorted spacetime, falling into the unknown depths like fallen leaves.

Jin Hanyan's figure was thrown out through the torn light curtain. She remained silent, her white robes billowing without wind, her Stainless form radiating a cold glow amidst the shattered river of light, yet she still could not reverse the "Fate Abyss Severance" originating from the Deep Root Lower Layers of the entire being.

The next instant, she fell into—the 309th floor.

The world went dark in an instant, as if all colors had been wiped off the canvas by a hand, leaving only boundless blackness.

This is no ordinary darkness. This is— Unrecorded Long Night.

Light Does Not Exist. Sound Does Not Exist. Even the concept of "time flowing" Does Not Exist.

Jin Hanyan stepped onto this black earth, a cluster of grayish-white cracks rapidly bloomed beneath her feet, as if "the moment she stepped on it" was the first time the world was given the right to be recorded.

She looked up. In the distance, a huge, invisible shadow structure appeared, like a forgotten divine punishment held aloft at the end of the long night.

A voice arose. It had no direction, no source—like the first thought before the creation of heaven and earth.

[The Unrecorded Long Night - The Judge] has been recorded in your existence.

You, Jin Hanyan, are allowed to be "forgotten once." Do you deserve to continue existing?

Hanyan's brows and eyes remained unchanged, her icy blue pupils so deep they seemed bottomless.

The long night beneath her feet began to rise little by little, like a tide, enveloping her feet, her knees, and her waist.

She raised her hand and lightly tapped with one finger.

The white mist suddenly exploded, and the world was pulled back to its original state by the "Chaos Undivided, Heaven and Earth Judged".

"Trial?" she said softly, as if stating a fact. "Wu Ji, it was you against me. Not me against me."

The long night trembled, and the pillar of the shadow realm contorted in agony.

The black crack in Jin Hanyan's eyes trembled slightly. The next instant—

Her vision was forcibly illuminated. "Return to Silence - Nameless Finger." The long night world suddenly collapsed.

For the first time, "the Unrecorded Long Night" forced her to leave "a trace of her being erased."

The Judge roared with utter terror atop the Peak of No Light.

Jin Hanyan white robes fluttering, stepped out of the dark abyss. The 309th floor.

She tore open a rift in her memory. She continued forward, never looking back. She was heading to a deeper place.

Go find the place where true traditions are Deep Root Lower Layers. Meanwhile—

At the Deep Root Lower Layers, all the celestial spheres flickered simultaneously.

After the three great temples were scattered, they almost all fell into the "Death Zone," a place that ordinary cultivators dared not even touch.

Asura Immortal Hall

The tens of thousands of disciples were shaken into dozens of small groups, each falling into different levels.

Some people fall into the 412th level, the "Sea of Perpetually Devouring Fire," which can burn the soul into nothingness.

Someone fell into the 501st floor, the "Soul-Suppressing Stele Forest," where the inscriptions forced the cultivator to read aloud their own death.

Some were even worse off, being sent to the 721st level, "Severed-Vein Desolate Sands," where every step they took would cause them to lose a causal link.

The twelve elders of the Chaos First Palace were almost torn to pieces.

Two people fell into the 354th level, the "Heart-Reversing Labyrinth," where every thought of the cultivator becomes their own enemy.

Five disciples fell into the 598th level, the "Myriad Phenomena Bone River," whose waters were entirely formed from the bone tears of ancient World Beast; anyone who entered their sea of consciousness would die.

Some were thrown even deeper, directly into the 702nd level, the "Falling Void Realm," where there is neither up nor down, only an endless cycle of eternal falling.

Silent Nothingness Divine Hall

Elder Liu and two Void Emanation Realm were teleported to the 429th level, the "Still Blood Stairway," where each step absorbed the cultivators' emotions and memories.

The Grand Elder fared even worse, being thrown into the 577th floor, "The Chaos First Sound," where any sound he uttered would summon chaotic beasts that Time Splitting.

Many disciples of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall even fell directly into the "Unnumbered Layer Domain," a dangerous place that even the Deep Root Lower Layers themselves do not acknowledge.

Amidst the tremors, everyone in the three temples simultaneously realized—

This signifies that the Deep Root Lower Layers, Hundred-Layer Sequence Disruption has truly entered "catastrophe mode."

They weren't searching for treasure, nor were they fighting.

They were being swallowed layer by layer by an ancient, incomprehensible structure. And with each subsequent layer,

Each person who survives will live a shorter life. No one knows who will survive, nor does anyone know how many times the tremors will occur.

Deep Root Lower Layers, Level 592

The teleportation beam tore through the sky, and the second batch of support teams from the Asura Immortal Hall crashed down.

Upon landing, all the cultivators felt their feet sink, as if they had stepped onto a "pseudo-ground" that was colorless, textureless, and lightless. The air seemed to have been hollowed out, and breathing became a suffocating emptiness.

And the sky above this level... is neither the sky nor the dome.

It was as if countless inverted faces were pasted onto the dim sky, their eyes all closed, as if they were asleep, or as if they were waiting for some terrible command.

The instant Elder Ping Koucen of the Asura Immortal Hall took his first step, a very soft sound rang in his ears—

Click. Like some forbidden mechanism being triggered. The next moment.

Ping Koucen suddenly turned around, his expression turning ferocious, like a wild beast stripped from a nightmare. The whites of his eyes turned gray, his pupils disappeared, and every inch of skin on his face was twitching and cracking.

He stared at the nearest Asura disciple.

A strange smile spread across his lips. "--Are you mocking me?"

The disciple cried out in terror, "Elder, it's me—" Smash!

Ping Koucen shattered his disciple's skull with a single palm strike.

The blood exploded into a patch of black ash in the colorless air, and was "swallowed" by the 592nd floor the moment it hit the ground, leaving not even a trace of blood.

And this was just the beginning. The entire Asura Immortal Hall team went mad at the same time.

Someone was grabbing and tearing at their own hair, their fingernails digging into their scalp, and blood was flowing down their face;

Someone was laughing wildly with their mouth wide open, their lips splitting to their ears; the laughter was completely inhuman.

Some people knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly at the void, but their tears turned into black smoke as they fell;

Many more, their features distorted like fragments of a nightmare, saw each other as if they were their "only enemy."

Asura Disciple A: "You want to kill me, don't you? You've always wanted to kill me!"

The second disciple of the Asura laughed maniacally, "Hahahaha--you should have died long ago!"

Both sides attacked simultaneously.

The power of the Annihilation Dawn Realm erupted out of control, and the black blood mist churned on the ground, but it was all quickly swallowed up by this layer.

Some roared and charged at their companions; others frantically bit their senior brothers' necks.

Someone stabbed a fellow disciple in the heart from behind;

Some people were even more terrifying—they ripped out their own eyes, threw them to the ground, and laughed maniacally, "You can't see me anymore! None of you can see me!"

All the people in the Asura Immortal Hall were like "mad puppets controlled by an invisible hand," fighting desperately, without distinguishing between friend and foe.

They didn't know that the real name of the 592nd floor was: "The Mad Consciousness Corridor".

Anyone who falls into this trap will be forced to see "the thought that they fear most."

And they consider them to be everyone outside. Therefore, their only fate is--

Mutual slaughter.

Soon, the entire 592nd floor turned into a black and gray sea, with no corpses or bloodstains, only endless mad laughter and tearing sounds echoing in the air.

Until the last cry faded... the entire Asura support team was slaughtered by their own people. The world returned to deathly silence.

The other side - Unnumbered Layer Domain

Deep Root Lower Layers, discontinuous oscillation wave tears open a "Does Not Exist gap".

A large number of disciples of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall were sucked into it.

In the instant they fell, what they saw was not the world, but a vast expanse—

A white silence devoid of any dimension. So white it's like the "rawing" of the world after it's just been erased.

The dozens of disciples of Silent Void were on high alert, but in the next instant, they all froze.

Because... their shadows... suddenly rose up from beneath their feet.

The shadow has no face, no features, and no color.

But its shape is exactly the same as the original, trembling and raging.

They looked up at them from a distorted angle.

The shadow did not fall to the ground, but black ripples appeared beneath its feet.

They remained motionless, as if waiting.

Silent Void disciple A lowered his voice. "... Who's controlling this?"

The shadow raised its hand in sync with him, mimicking his gesture as he spoke.

The disciple B Silent Void out in alarm, "It's imitating us!"

The shadow opened its mouth in sync, but it didn't make a sound.

Instead, it was the shrill scream of a torn soul.

The next instant, all the shadows suddenly pounced on their main bodies.

They don't attack the physical body, but rather—the very "existence" of the entity.

The shadow grabbed, and the real body's arm instantly became transparent;

With a tear, the name of the original body was ripped off from its very soul;

The moment the shadow bit, the causal chain of the original body immediately broke.

The disciples of Silent Void were terrified and retreated frantically.

But the shadows were hundreds of times faster than them. The shadows surged like a tide, their encroachment like a nightmare.

Every disciple of the Silent Void who was tackled by the shadow did not die, but rather...

To vanish from the world. Without a trace. Without a name. Without a memory.

It's as if this group of people never existed.

After the shadows devour the main body, they instantly split into a cloud of black mist and vanish into nothingness once more.

Then another batch of shadows rose from the ground.

The cycle continues indefinitely. This is the rule of the Unnumbered Layer Domain: -- Everything that exists here,

Ultimately, they will all become "their own shadows"—and then be swallowed up by those shadows.

The world trembled repeatedly in the silent white light, as if waiting for the next bait.