The sea of flowers stopped breathing.
That Flower of No Record, which should have been pure, gentle, and uncontested, trembled slightly the moment Jin Hanyan's fingertip touched it with a wisp of "unjudged intent"—its petals, like light and mist, peeled away layer by layer, as if its soul were shedding its disguise.
The next instant, the world suddenly went dark.
The 698th floor, which was originally surrounded by the splendor of starry rivers and the dreamlike sea of flowers, is like a torn scroll with a dark line splitting from the center. The shadow of that flower is no longer cast on the ground, but on the sky, as if its true form is not here, but is gazing at this floor from a higher dimension.
"The Flower of No Record... its second form." Jin Hanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
The flower suddenly disintegrated.
It's not about shattering, but rather "revoking the definition of a flower."
Each petal folds and twists in inexplicable directions, eventually combining to form a deformed body that has "no flower shape, no living form, and no category of existence."
It was a flower that truly did not belong to any world.
It has no color. It has no boundaries.
Each gentle tremor caused a small patch of air on that layer to suddenly forget "what it originally was" and vanish into nothingness.
This is its second form: Flower of No Record - Truth Type - it erases all "recorded" living beings.
When it raised its flower stem-like arm, the entire sea of flowers suddenly faded, and all the colors flowed back into nothingness like blood being drained away. The colorful world quickly collapsed into a black and white sketch and was then completely erased.
A tidal wave of Annihilation pressed down on Jin Hanyan.
At this moment, the world seemed to consist of only two things: Jin Hanyan's white clothes.
A hollow world of the Flower of No Record. Heaven and earth vanish. The sea of flowers evaporates.
Only Jin Hanyan remained, forgotten by the entire world.
She raised her eyelashes. She simply raised her eyelashes quietly.
The pressure of the Stainless Realm emanated slowly from the cracks of the primordial chaos, causing all the textures of that empty world to shrink back, as if she had gently forced them back into the illusory bubble before the truth.
The Flower of No Record - Truth Type unleashed its Devouring attack in the next instant.
The flower shattered into billions of colorless threads, like light yet colder and deeper than shadow, as if to "rewrite" the entire world into nothingness in an instant. The billions of threads crashed down on Jin Hanyan, as if countless worlds were simultaneously forgetting her existence.
But she only raised one hand.
The index finger fell, as if touching the heavens, as if touching chaos, as if touching that ancient, eternal night Heaven and Earth Undetermined. "Return to the Unjudged."
Just three words. The world exploded.
It wasn't a roar, but a silent explosion.
The heavens and earth were silent, yet their disappearance was more deafening than any thunderclap.
The countless threads of the Flower of No Record, the type of truth, stopped the moment they touched the fingertips... as if time had been removed. The threads began to flow backward, retreating from "attack" to "never launched", then to "never formed", then to "never created", and finally back to—the soft, white void of the very beginning of chaos.
The entire process was silent, only illuminated by light.
A very faint gray-white light spread from Jin Hanyan's fingertips, as if gently wiping away the entire world, leaving only unwritten pages of new paper.
The flower disintegrated layer by layer in the light.
The flower-like body is stripped of its "right to exist." Its form is erased from its "definition."
The concept "formerly" has been removed.
Finally, even the term "Flower of No Record" was stripped away from this layer of cause and effect.
Suddenly, the flower's second form transformed back into countless undifferentiated chaotic particles as if time had reversed, and was scattered by the wind from Jin Hanyan's clothes.
She gently raised her hand. Her white robes swayed slightly in the light, like the first light of chaos falling on an endless snowfield.
The world regained its color. But that Flower of No Record will never appear in anyone's memory again.
It never even "died".
Because Jin Hanyan made it—never exist.
It was as if she didn't belong to this world. It was as if she had only temporarily borrowed a form from chaos to enact a Silent Void truth here.
The moment after Jin Hanyan gently erased the Flower of No Record from the gap between existence and Does Not Exist, the sea of flowers should have returned to its original splendor, but the world suddenly froze.
All colors seemed to be held captive by some invisible force; the swaying of the petals froze in mid-air, and even the starlight dust scattered by the Milky Way remained suspended in place, no longer falling.
Jin Hanyan's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
In the heart of the sea of flowers, an entity that is "neither form, nor light, nor matter, nor concept" slowly emerges.
That is not something that appears. Rather, it is something that is allowed to be noticed.
Her pupils contracted slightly. It was a "blade".
Yet it is formless, colorless, Formless, lightless, and shadowless.
It cannot be defined by the language and consciousness of any world.
It appears in the world, yet it occupies no space.
It simply stood there.
Like the primordial stillness before the universe was born.
Jin Hanyan's chest tightened slightly.
This is the Ultimate of the Espada.
An existence that transcends birth and death, transcends the Dao fruit, transcends chaos, and transcends the Stainless Realm.
A true taboo belonging to the pinnacle of annihilation and eternity.
With a slight thought, all the light in the sea of flowers went out in an instant.
The air ceases to exist first.
Then the earth began to forget how it was supposed to bear weight.
Then space—as if sentenced to death in advance—skipped the "rupture" process before it even ruptured, and went directly into the aftershocks of "the rupture has ended."
This is its name:
The boundless and the ultimate Return to One is not a treasure, not a divine artifact, not a prop.
Rather, it is a premature judgment that "everything has an end, and returns to infinity."
It stood there, as if saying, "You dare to look at me? I have the right to make the whole world forget that one glance."
Jin Hanyan's breathing was barely audible. She didn't even need to reach out.
The moment the thought of "contact" arises in one's mind, that thought itself is rejected.
She raised her fingertips.
The hem of her white robe fluttered in the wind, but just before it touched the "blade," a silent force stripped away the concept of "fluttering," leaving the hem as still as eternal snow.
She carefully isolated it with the "unjudged power" of the Stainless Realm, severing all possible future connections with the outside world before it could be fully perceived by the world.
In an instant, the sea of flowers resumed its flowing motion.
Starlight falls. Air breathes. Heaven and earth continue to exist.
Only that invisible and colorless "blade" floated quietly above her palm, neither light nor heavy, neither cold nor hot, as if it disdained even to possess "weight" or "touch".
Her voice was so soft it seemed to dissipate in the wind. "... Return to the box."
The small bronze box gave a soft hum.
That "blade," which did not belong to any dimension, was silently drawn into the chaotic, silent realm inside the Nameless Box by Jin Hanyan's Nameless power.
There was no light. There was no sound.
There is no indication that it has been stored away.
It's as if it was never discovered, never touched.
It never existed in this dimension of the universe.
Jin Hanyan raised her eyes again, her long silver hair cascading like water in the wind amidst the sea of flowers.
She stood in that magnificent and dazzling world.
Within her sleeve lay a forbidden blade—Silent Seal—powerful enough to plunge the entire Void Obliteration Domain, and even the entire Source of Epochless, into utter destruction and silence.
Jin Hanyan, clad in white, swept across the seven hundred layers of broken-boundary floral shadows, her long silver hair trailing a silent streak of light in the Silent Void wind. Her figure was almost invisible, like a faint shadow drawn from a painting of the world, only moving through the deepest rifts of chaos. However, the higher she went, the clearer the faint sense of vigilance in her heart became, a premonition of annihilation from the deepest part of the Void Obliteration Domain.
When she stepped onto the 608th floor, the world went dark.
The air seemed to solidify into a thick layer of dust.
This layer seems to have been "hollowed out" by some unspeakable entity, all colors smoothed out into a deathly, utter darkness.
Jin Hanyan paused slightly. The next moment—she saw them.
Three beings at the Mystic Void Realm.
It is not an aura, not an illusion, not residual power—it is "manifestation".
Before her eyes, the heavens and earth were torn open by three deep spatial rifts in different directions. Behind each rift was an "unknowable realm," in which there was no time, no form, and not even direction.
The three creatures stood at the edge of the crevice.
Their existence is not merely "standing there," but rather—the world is forced to exist around them.
First - Black Abyss Realm Devouring One
It stood in the center of a fractured land, its body seemingly pieced together from charred, irregular fragments, its chest heaving incessantly.
Inside the split sternum, there wasn't flesh and blood, but...
The entire abyss universe is collapsing inward.
With each breath, the entire space would slightly distort, as if being silently swallowed by it.
That force even caused a faint warning to rise in Jin Hanyan's "Nameless Simplicity" instinct.
It suddenly tilted its head slightly—it "saw" her.
Without eyes or senses, it directly captured the "unjudged aura" of a being in the Stainless Realm.
Second place - The Flame Crown World Render
It knelt on the edge of the broken riverbed, as if listening to some whisper from the depths of the earth.
The fiery crown, atop which burned with fragments of starlight, trembled slightly.
When I looked up again—BOOM!!!
The sky behind it was torn open by flames, creating a rift leading to nothingness, like a burning, destructive river of heaven.
That flame wasn't a "flame".
It is a time-fire that can ignite both the past and the future simultaneously.
It also looked at Jin Hanyan.
The flames from the crown of fire even caused her shadow to distort slightly.
Third Place: Soul-Bound Final Fallen One
It remained motionless. It had always been there, standing at the edge of the wasteland where embers and void intertwined.
The faceless, humanoid figure slowly rose.
Without eyes or a mouth, but the moment he "gazes" at Jin Hanyan—
Jin Hanyan sensed an extremely unnatural stillness. It wasn't murderous intent.
That was an attempt to drag her life, existence, and memories into the shattered, sinking light domain at its feet.
The realm of light, like a suffocating lake where countless souls are trapped upside down in darkness, is trying to capture her.
She immediately realized: she had been targeted by three Mystic Void Realm simultaneously.
Jin Hanyan wanted to back out—but it was too late.
She originally intended to transform into "Formless and shapeless, the Annihilation Other Shore" and leave this world.
However, they discovered that the spatial layers were being prematurely "deleted" by the Black Abyss Realm Devouring One.
A temporal rift in the flames appeared above her.
The domain of Soul-Bound Final Fallen One Fallen Soul, unfolded at her feet.
These three forces are not synergistic, but rather naturally complementary.
They seem to have made a "joint decision" unconsciously:
--She forbade her to leave. The next moment.
All three beings at the Mystic Void Realm turned to her and locked onto her.
The air exploded, creating three layers of collapsed ripples in different colors:
The black, Realm Devouring gravitational circle; the dazzling golden, world-shattering fire marks; the silent, Fallen Soul Sinking Domain.
Three pairs of Does Not Exist "gazes" stared at her more realistically than any real gaze.
For the first time, Jin Hanyan truly felt Deep Root: these three beings were not invaders, they were "destruction."
It is the very existence that can truly destroy the Void Obliteration Domain.
Her silver hair fluttered slightly. Her white robes moved without any wind.
The Nameless Box made a soft metallic vibration at the ankle.
She whispered, "... We were seen."
Her voice was as soft as an unborn breeze. But the light on the entire 608th floor seemed to vibrate at that sound.
The air on the 608th floor froze completely the moment the three Mystic Void Realm beings turned to Jin Hanyan.
The heavens and earth seemed to have their mouths covered by some indescribable force, even the sound was sucked away, and all things were silent yet screaming.
Jin Hanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the next instant, she vanished. It wasn't dodging, nor was it disappearing into thin air—
Rather, her entire existence was transformed by herself into "the silence of the Unborn."
Formless, Formless, traceless, and unmarked, like a shadow before chaos. "Formless and Shapeless: The Annihilation Other Shore" -- Initiation.
She instantly left her original spot, transforming into a wisp of cold, Emptiness energy, attempting to pass through the intertwined power layers of the three Mystic Void Realm experts.
However—the space in front of her collapsed.
The first being— the Black Abyss Realm Devouring One— opened the vortex in its chest cavity. Its chest cavity, which resembled a black hole splitting open, suddenly doubled in size, as if it had anticipated her escape route. The center of the vortex directly unfolded at her "future location where she would appear."
That wasn't an obstacle; it was something that devoured her future trajectory.
If she continues to rush forward, she will not only be sucked in, but even the fact that she has arrived there will be swallowed up.
Jin Hanyan's eyebrows twitched slightly, as elegant as a falling snowflake, and she changed direction.
But the second one— the Flame Crown World Render— had already raised his hand.
One of its finger bones gently tapped the void. Thud.
The flames didn't fall; instead, they ignited prematurely above Jin Hanyan. It was a rift in time.
The flames, like a fire serpent played in reverse, burned from the future back to the present, directly blocking Jin Hanyan's path of ascent and forcing her to fall from mid-air.
The third one— the Soul-Bound Final Fallen One —did not raise its hand, but suddenly made the "ground" disappear.
The barrier beneath Jin Hanyan's feet seemed to have been hollowed out; she thought she was about to fall into the void, but in the next instant, she understood—
She fell not into space, but into the Fallen Soul projection of her own shadow.
The shadow, as if it were a separate life form, grabbed her ankle and dragged her toward the "Final Fall Sinking Domain".
For the first time during the battle, she showed a barely perceptible hint of anger.
The three Mystic Void Realm were not attacking her, but rather using three powers older than heaven and earth— Realm Devouring, Time Splitting, and Fallen Soul —to simultaneously block her escape route.
The Stainless Realm is only a hair's breadth away from the Mystic Void Realm, but that hair's breadth is a matter of life and death.
Her white robes were torn slightly by the power of the Fallen Soul.
Her first injury—a dark, shadowy tear appeared on her ankle.
She said softly, "... Is there nowhere left to retreat?"
The next instant, she raised one hand—as if gently parting the air.
The entire world suddenly trembled. "Chaos reigned... Heaven and Earth were separated."
Boom----!!!
The colors of heaven and earth faded instantly, yin and yang were erased, time was dissolved, cause and effect were twisted into dotted lines, and mountains and rivers, light and shadow, direction, and gravity all turned into a cauldron of nascent chaotic turbidity.
The 608th floor... was forcibly rewritten as an "Unborn world".
The Fallen Soul Sinking Domain beneath her feet instantly collapsed, forcing her to revert to the "unjudged" state.
The time rift in the flames lost its function, turning into a meaningless bubble of blazing light.
The vortex in the chest cavity of the Black Abyss Realm Devouring One also emitted a low rumble, as if someone had pressed down on its throat, preventing it from continuing to devour.
With her Stainless Realm · Middle Stage cultivation and the most terrifying domain power of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall, she forcefully pulled the power of the three Profound Mystic Void Realm cultivators into the origin of "the Chaos's First Birth".
But only for a moment. Only for a moment—in the stillness of Annihilation, her chest suddenly caved in an inch.
Puff.
A colorless, lightless, and invisible wound bloomed on her chest, as if space itself had abruptly severed a segment of her existence.
She staggered half a step, no blood flowed out, but a faint white light emanated from the wound.
That was a corner of her "Uncarved Block of the Unnamed" torn open by the power of the Mystic Void Realm. She was injured.
The three Mystic Void Realm simultaneously raised their heads and broke out of the Chaos Domain.
The vortex on the chest of the Black Abyss Realm Devouring One lit up again.
The fiery crown behind the Flame Crown World Render stirred once more.
The Fallen Soul-Bound Final Fallen One beneath the feet of the Fallen Soul Sinking Domain- Bound One rose like the surface of a lake, preparing to engulf the entire world.
They seem to be saying: --Your struggle is allowed. --But the outcome won't change.
Jin Hanyan's white robe was torn in a crack, but her icy gaze became calmer than ever before.
She breathed softly, like snow falling silently. "... Three Mystic Void Realm. I see." She slightly raised her fingertips and formed the hand seal of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall once more.