Deep within the Shadow Demon Valley, the aftershocks of the Stainless Realm · Perfection phenomenon slowly cracked open, as if an invisible hand had torn the entire forbidden zone apart from within. Thick, blood-red light seeped from the ground, like the wounds of the world bleeding. The previously chaotic mist in the air suddenly solidified, only to be forcibly crushed in the next instant by some ancient and violent aura. Only a low, continuous, resonant rumble remained between heaven and earth, like countless ancient hearts simultaneously reviving and beating.
First to emerge were rows upon rows of demonic spirits, their forms hardly describable as "life," but rather as killing machines brutally reshaped by the will of calamity. They were clad in Black Bone armor, not forged but forcibly pieced together from the bones, tendons, and congealed blood of countless living beings. Their surfaces were covered with crisscrossing cracks, each crack flowing with dark red calamistic light, like molten lava slowly crawling within the bones. The faces of some demonic spirits had been completely erased, leaving only a "blank" layer wrapped in bandage-like dark patterns. These bandages were not for concealment but were directly nailed to the skull, faintly oozing black liquid that dripped down the jawline, making a subtle yet piercing corrosive sound on the ground.
Their bodies were unusually long, their skeletal proportions forcibly stretched, their ribs flared outwards like rows of sharp, hooked blades embedded in their skin. With each movement, these blades rubbed against each other, producing a sharp, metallic clanging. The ends of their arms were not complete hands, but directly fused with weapons—some demons' right arms were rusty, constantly bleeding longswords, their spines engraved with unrecognizable runes of calamity; others had arms that had transformed into curved bone blades, their edges broken, yet they left dark red streaks in the air, as if they were tearing space itself apart.
The demonic forms further back were even more bizarre. Their backs were high and arched, draped in shadowy membranes like tattered cloaks. These were not real wings, but "shadow cloaks" formed from concentrated shadows and aura of calamity. They expanded and contracted continuously as they moved, as if countless invisible tentacles were wriggling in the air. As each demonic spirit walked, the ground beneath its feet would briefly lose its color, the crimson red being drained into ashen gray, only to be covered by new crimson, as if this forbidden zone was being repeatedly crushed and rewritten.
They made no roars or unnecessary movements, but simply advanced in an orderly and slow manner, their empty "gazes" all locked on the still lingering trace of Stainless light in the center of the Shadow Demon Valley —the very spot where Jin Hanyan stood. As their numbers increased, the auras of the demonic spirits overlapped, forming a low-hanging dome of calamity. The clouds in the sky were pressed extremely low, and lightning danced wildly in the depths of the sea of clouds, yet it could not fall, as if even divine punishment hesitated at this moment.
At their forefront, several beings, significantly larger than the other demonic spirits, slowly halted. More complex and profound calamity patterns emerged on their black bone armor, flickering between light and shadow, as if some ancient consciousness was awakening. They slightly raised their heads, "responding" to the aura of those who had reached the Stainless Realm · Perfection —not with awe, but with greed. The Shadow Demon Valley fell completely silent at this moment, save for the heavy, synchronized footsteps of thousands upon thousands.
The crimson ground of the Shadow Demon Valley, still reeling from the aftershocks of the Stainless Realm · Perfection, churned with crimson mist in the low sky, like the still-warm viscera of the world. At the very center of this mist stood Jin Hanyan, her unadorned white robes appearing excessively pristine amidst the aura of calamity. Her bare feet trod upon the cracked ground, leaving no trace, as if she didn't stand there, but rather in a place "before this place was defined." Her long, silvery-white hair flowed like still water, without a ripple. The colorless primordial chaos beneath the crimson sky was almost blinding, causing all the approaching demons to instinctively pause for a moment.
It wasn't fear, but a deeper kind of confusion—they couldn't be sure "whether there really was an enemy in front of them."
Thousands upon thousands of demonic spirits stepped forward simultaneously, their bone armor rubbing together, their shadowy robes writhing, and calamity patterns lighting up on their bodies. As if driven by a common will, the urge to kill materialized in the air. However, Jin Hanyan's expression remained unchanged. She didn't even look up at the overwhelming black shadows, but simply lowered her eyes slightly, as if recalling a long-forgotten event.
The next instant, she raised her right hand.
There was no build-up of power, no explosive burst of energy, and no unusual movement of heaven and earth.
He simply raised his index finger, and gently tapped it in the air.
As her fingertips touched the ground, the world didn't tremble; instead, it seemed as if an invisible hand had pressed it to a standstill. The hundreds of demonic spirits charging at the forefront suddenly stopped, the calamity-inducing rays flowing across their bodies dimming simultaneously. Then, their forms began to undergo incomprehensible changes—not crumbling, not burning, but "losing direction."
Their names have been erased.
It was not death, but a more complete return to stillness. The existence of those demonic spirits began to lose the qualification to be "distinguished." The patterns on their bone armor became blurred, and their physical outlines resembled ink stains soaked in water. All the concepts in their consciousness about "I am a demonic spirit," "I am attacking," and "I exist here" were forcibly dragged back to the state before chaos was divided. In the next instant, that entire area seemed to be wiped off the canvas, leaving only an indescribable void. Even the blood-red ground returned to its most primitive gray-white.
[Return to Silence - The Nameless Finger].
Jin Hanyan withdrew her finger, as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust.
However, the demon army did not retreat. The beings behind issued a silent "command," and the torrent of calamity advanced again. The sky lowered, shadows fell, and more and stronger demons trampled the ground as they came. Several calamity generals even raised their arms with fused weapons and tore through space, attempting to crush the demons with the most primal violence.
Jin Hanyan finally raised her head. In that instant, the tiny black dot in her icy blue pupils seemed to be infinitely drawn closer, and all the "boundaries" in the world became fragile in her eyes at the same time.
She did not make a move.
It was just taking a step forward.
With this single step, the "rules" of the entire area spanning billions of miles of Shadow Demon Valley simultaneously ceased to function. Heaven and earth lost their up and down, time lost its front and back, life and death lost their boundaries, and Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, cause and effect, and destiny were like labels brutally torn off, falling into an unrecoverable depth. [Chaos Undivided, Heaven and Earth Judged] unfolded silently, dragging the entire battlefield back to the state of Chaos's First Birth. The charge of all the demon spirits lost its meaning at this moment. They could not judge direction, could not perceive each other, and could not even confirm whether they were still "moving forward," like fetuses without consciousness, trapped in a primordial sea without definition.
Jin Hanyan walked among them, her bare feet treading on air. Each step felt like stepping on an unnamed node in the world. Her figure was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if she might regress to a state of "never having appeared" at any moment. Several Calamity Lords struggled to solidify their forms, trying to instinctively lock onto her presence. However, just as their movements took shape, Jin Hanyan was already standing in front of them.
Her fingertips lifted again.
But this time, she didn't light it.
Instead, he spoke softly, in a voice so low it seemed not to be heard by any living being.
"Not yet judged."
Yin and Yang reversed instantly within those beings, the calamity core that originally supported their actions collapsed, the positions of life and death were reversed, and living things turned into dead shells in an instant. However, the dead shells frantically revived in the misplaced laws, only to be torn apart by themselves in the next instant. The chaotic cause and effect repeatedly reversed, and in the end, even the result of "collapse" lost its footing.
An attack attempted to land from the flank.
Jin Hanyan's figure disappeared at that moment.
It wasn't a dodge, but rather the complete unfolding of [Formless and Invisible, the Annihilation Other Shore]. She transformed into the Silent Void before chaos, erasing all the locks targeting her before they even formed. Those demonic spirits didn't even have time to realize they had launched an attack before their actions were forcibly reverted to "never having made a move."
On the battlefield, she was the only one left walking.
Raise your hand, then lower it.
She casually grasped a wisp of Chaos's First Birth in her palm, like soft mist. With a gentle squeeze, the mist transformed into countless tiny phantoms, which she then released between her fingers. All the phantoms vanished simultaneously, and the demon army was swept away as if by an invisible wave, large swathes of which disappeared into an indescribable void.
If any demon spirit attempts to counter her with its divine powers, she doesn't even need to look up; a mere whisper, almost indifferent, suffices.
"Return to the Unjudged."
The next instant, all the power unleashed collapsed halfway, and the backlash was like a thousandfold tide, dragging the caster back to a chaotic state that had not yet taken shape. Even the will of calamity itself cracked in this counterattack.
Until the last demon spirit disappeared, the Shadow Demon Valley fell silent once more.
Jin Hanyan stood still, her white robes still pristine, her silver hair flowing down, her expression unchanged, as if everything that had just happened was merely a spontaneous adjustment by the heavens and earth. Her temperament was completely different at this moment—no longer "strong," nor "high," but an absolute tranquility standing at the end of the Dao Source, as if all the struggles, destructions, and rebirths of the myriad worlds were no longer related to her.
However, in the depths of this desolate place, in the most remote part of Shadow Demon Valley, something even more ancient and immense is slowly approaching.
A deep echo reverberated from the depths of the earth; it was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of "the world being turned upside down."
Jin Hanyan turned her head slightly, her icy blue gaze truly fixed on the depths of the Shadow Demon Valley for the first time.
She didn't speak. She just stood there quietly, as if waiting.
At this moment, the darkness at the deepest part of the Shadow Demon Valley was torn open with a "conceptual rift." It wasn't that space shattered, but rather that the logic supporting the existence of space was forcibly extracted, as if the entire world had been lifted from the pages of a book, revealing the blank space beneath. The sea of blood-red mist collapsed to both sides, and above the abyss, a huge shadow slowly rose. It was not a simple outline of a living being, but a "collection of consciousness and logic." When it appeared, even the remaining remnants of demonic spirits that had not yet completely dissipated in the distance silently turned into nothingness, as if they had been casually wiped away by some higher being.
It spread its wings.
Those wings were neither flesh and blood nor bones, but were formed by countless broken logical symbols, shattered consciousness circuits, and fragmented spatial coordinates overlapping each other. When the wings were spread out, the entire sky of the Shadow Demon Valley seemed to be covered by a huge "mind shadow". The starlight, mist, and reflections of the blood-red earth were all distorted under the wings, becoming intermittent and blurry. Its head was like an owl, but it had no real eyes, only two hollow holes that were constantly collapsing and reforming, like entrances specifically used to "devour consciousness".
One of the Nine-Headed Calamity Beasts
--Void Logic Extreme Owl.
It hovered in mid-air, completely silent, but the ground beneath Jin Hanyan's feet twisted subtly in that instant. It wasn't a tremor, but rather the "coordinates of her perception" being quietly rewritten. [Void Devours, Consciousness Severed] activated silently, and Ji Xiao's figure transformed into dozens of afterimages in an instant, appearing both in front and behind, even seemingly sweeping across the depths of her consciousness. It left no trace where it swept, yet it caused the very "continuity" of everything to begin to collapse. The logical chain constructed by the soul skill was forcibly severed, as if all combat actions had been dismantled into unconnected fragments.
Immediately afterwards, the air itself in the Shadow Demon Valley began to tremble.
There was no sound, yet it was as if countless "inaudible notes" were exploding in the space. [Logic Sound Collapse Melody] unfolded like an invisible musical movement against the rules. The vibrations did not attack the physical body, but directly shattered the "mental cause of the technique". Any being that tried to gather power at this moment would find that its attack sequence was disrupted. Before the intention could be formed, the result had already collapsed. The aftershocks piled up layer by layer, continuously interfering with the operation of all soul skills and the Great Dao.
This is a calamity-inducing method that can even put a supreme expert in the Silent Mystery Realm · Supreme into a passive position.
However, Jin Hanyan simply stood there.
Her white robes hung limply without wind, and her long silver hair remained completely still amidst the logical oscillations. Her gaze pierced through the layers of afterimages and landed on the true "anchor point of existence" of the Void Logic Extreme Owl. At that moment, for the first time, her eyes revealed an extremely faint, extremely faint coldness.
"Hmph, so it's you."
The moment her voice fell, the tremors throughout the entire Shadow Demon Valley were forcibly suppressed, as if an invisible hand had pressed all the chaotic logic back to its "undifferentiated" state. She gave a soft, cold snort, her tone flat, yet it silenced the heavens and earth. "The Void Logic Extreme Owl, one of the nine demonic beasts, is actually here. And the weakest one at that."
Void Logic Extreme Owl's figure suddenly froze.
Only at this moment did it truly "see" Jin Hanyan —not in a visual sense, but for the first time, its calamity instinct fully analyzed the aura emanating from her. It was a state of being that caused all acquired laws to instinctively retreat, the Stainless Realm · Supreme, the Silent Void · Dao of Chaos · Perfection, standing on the edge of the "Domain of Unborn Existence and Nonexistence." Even its proud logic began to dissolve itself the moment it approached her.
Fear, an emotion never before present in the consciousness of the nine-headed calamity beast, surfaced for the first time at this moment.
The Void Logic Extreme Owl suddenly folded its wings, its entire calamity-inducing body falling backward. It forcibly tore open space, attempting to escape into the still unstable logical rift. It even gave up on continuing to interfere, only wanting to get away from this being that "should not exist at this moment".
Jin Hanyan had already raised her hand. It was still that same index finger.
She didn't even take a step, but just gently pointed forward. The moment her fingertip fell, all the escape paths that were being generated in the world simultaneously "lost their names." The spatial rift was not yet complete when it was forcibly dragged back to the state before the chaos was divided. Void Logic Extreme Owl let out a shrill shriek that could not be heard. It was not a sound, but the last tremor of the calamity consciousness as it collapsed.
"Replace the Void Obliteration Domain."
Jin Hanyan's fingertip touched the air, her tone cold and clear.
"May you all Annihilation."
The next instant, [Return to Silence - Nameless Finger] truly fell.
The enormous calamity-inducing body of Void Logic Extreme Owl began to "disappear" at the point its fingertip pointed to. It was not shattered, nor annihilated, but rather completely extracted from the sequence of existence. Its name, form, abilities, and all traces it had left behind were stripped away layer by layer and dragged back to the primordial chaos that was "not yet defined." Its wings were the first to lose their concept, followed by its consciousness, logic, and the source of calamity. Finally, even its identity as "one of the nine-headed demon beasts" was erased.
Heaven and earth returned to deathly silence.
Deep within the Shadow Demon Valley, only a cleaned-out blank space remained, along with Jin Hanyan standing quietly there.
She withdrew her finger, her white robes untouched by dust, her expression still indifferent, as if what had just Annihilation was not a calamity-ruling being, but a minor mistake that should never have existed.