The Nameless Eternal Land did not return to peace after the Annihilation the Luoyu. Instead, it seemed as if some deeper vein had been touched. The boundaries of space were no longer stable, and the distant Chaos Icefield began to dissolve and recombine on their own, sometimes turning into an endless wasteland, and sometimes collapsing into a boundless blank space. Qin Yu and Zhou Yujin walked side by side, each step seemingly treading on a foundation not yet recognized by the world. There was no echo under their feet, and no trace was left behind, as if they should never have been recorded here.
After only a short while, Qin Yu suddenly raised his hand, the movement extremely light, yet carrying an undeniable sense of pause. His gaze fell upon the chaotic, layered area ahead, his tone low and calm. "Wait a moment, I sense something ahead." It wasn't murderous intent, nor a simple warning of danger, but a stranger feeling, like some kind of "being in the making" slowly breathing.
Zhou Yujin also stopped. He closed his eyes for a moment, his perception of the Silent Mystery Realm spreading outwards in No Moment, No Bounds state. Then he opened his eyes, his gaze becoming solemn. "Yes, I sensed it too. It's not a living being, but more like... a core that is being tacitly approved by the world."
Qin Yu nodded, saying nothing more, only uttering, "Let's go, let's approach carefully and take a look."
Their figures simultaneously faded, and a barely perceptible crack appeared in the space beneath their feet. It wasn't a tear, but rather a "permission to pass through." They slipped into the spacetime rift between existence and Unborn, moving along the weakest vein of chaos. The next instant, their vision suddenly opened up.
That was an area that had been deliberately "isolated" by the Nameless Eternal Land.
There are no ice fields or abysses here. Instead, there is a chaotic flower field that resembles the placenta of the world. Grayish white, dark red, ghostly gold, and other unnameable colors overlap in layers, like the light and shadow that were not yet distinguishable when the world first awoke. And in the very center of this flower field, a flower so huge that it leaves one speechless blooms quietly.
The flower almost filled the entire field of vision. Its stem was as thick as a pillar, growing from the chaotic earth veins. Its surface was not the texture of a plant, but rather a structure resembling cracks in the world. Dark light flowed slowly within it, like primordial law that had not yet solidified. The petals unfolded layer by layer, each as huge as a mountain, yet its edges were soft and fragile, as if formed from a mixture of blood-red light mist and chaotic dust. Faint vein-like patterns could be seen on the inner side of the petals, like the slow pulsation of an unformed world line within them.
The most terrifying part is at the heart of the flower. It is not an ordinary stamen, but a slowly rotating chaotic core, like an unnamed primordial star core, wrapped in layers of translucent filaments. With each rotation, the surrounding space is slightly distorted. Time loses its linearity here, and the order of events seems to be kneaded into a ball, making even the concept of "what is happening" seem blurred.
What's even more terrifying is the aura it emits.
It wasn't oppressive power, nor was it murderous intent; rather, it was a "primordial sense of existence" that made people instinctively bow their heads. The aura of the Chaos Realm was no longer just a description here, but was truly embodied— in the Chaos's First Birth, before the distinction between yin and yang, without fixed order, before the Heaven and Earth Undetermined, a Nameless Eternal Land was worthy of continuing to exist.
Qin Yu stood at the edge of the crack, not daring to step out rashly. His breathing unconsciously slowed down, and the will of Void Source · Dream Stillness vibrated slightly deep in his sea of consciousness, but he forcibly suppressed it. He could clearly feel that this flower was not a target of attack, nor was it a simple guardian. It was more like a "threshold", a filter that existed specifically for cause and effect above the Chaos Realm.
Zhou Yujin's expression was more serious than ever before. He spoke in a low voice, his tone devoid of any jokingness for the first time. "Brother Linxuan... this thing is probably the source of that medicinal herb, or rather, the mother plant that nurtured it."
Deep within the Chaotic Flower Realm, the petals moved without wind, slowly and solemnly unfurling an inch, as if sensing the approach of two external wills. There was no sound in the air, yet it seemed as if some kind of "unspoken response" was brewing.
The Giant Chaos Flower slowly awoke at the core of the Nameless Eternal Land. It was not a sudden burst of energy, but rather a solemn "world-class breath," as if something more ancient than heaven and earth had opened its eyes for the first time after a long slumber. The outermost petals trembled slightly, as if brushed by an invisible hand, and then a deep, inaudible vibration spread outwards along the flower stem. Space was stretched into layers of ripples, and chaotic dust transformed into billions of tiny specks of light within the ripples, drawn to swirl around the flower, forming a vortex nebula that stretched across the heavens and earth.
The petals unfolded slowly but irresistibly, each unfolding accompanied by rings of light and shadow collapsing and reborn. Dark red, grayish white, ghostly gold, and unnamed colors flowed on the surface of the petals, like the laws of the world that had not yet solidified being forcibly manifested. The edges of the petals were not physical entities, but translucent membranes of existence. Through them, one could see countless possibilities that had not yet occurred flashing by and then being erased.
As the inner petals fully unfolded, the entire area seemed to be dragged into a slow-motion "awakening of chaos." Time ceased to move forward, but was repeatedly folded, and even the concept of "what is happening at this moment" became ambiguous. A pulse like the heartbeat of the earth emanated from deep within the flower stem. With each pulse, the chaotic aura intensified, causing a brief distortion in the surrounding space. The distant cracks closed on their own, only to regenerate in the next instant, as if paying homage to the flower.
At that very moment, the flower's heart began to manifest.
The chaotic core, originally shrouded in layers of filaments, slowly rotated to its correct position. The outer layer of light and mist was parted by an invisible force, and a strange entity emerged from the depths of the core. It was not in the form of a plant, but rather more like a "primordial life will" forcibly preserved. A tiny yet exceptionally clear spiritual being floated in the center of the flower, its entire being existing in a state between substance and concept. Its veins resembled a miniature of the world's root system, but its roots did not penetrate any soil; instead, they extended into the void, as if drawing upon "an unnamed existence."
That is the original medicinal herb— the Nameless Root-Returning Grass.
The moment it appeared, the aura of the entire Giant Chaos Flower underwent a subtle yet decisive change. The originally pure chaotic pressure gained an indescribable "meaning of return," as if this spiritual herb was born to receive, harmonize, and reclaim chaos. Countless extremely fine rays of light emerged between the chaotic core at the flower's center and the Nameless Root-Returning Grass. These rays were not energy transmissions, but rather a more primal resonance, like a mother and child confirming each other's ownership of existence. With each resonance, the chaos within the flower domain became a little more stable, and the originally restless spatial cracks began to calm down on their own.
Qin Yu and Zhou Yujin did not show up rashly.
They remained within the spacetime rift, which compressed their existence to the minimum level of "undetectable," as if they were merely two fleeting observations of will. Qin Yu's gaze was calm; the perception of Void Source · Dream Stillness quietly operated within him, yet he firmly restrained it at the edge of his sea of consciousness. He could clearly sense that any unnecessary interference at this moment would elicit an instinctive rejection from this area. Zhou Yujin held his breath; the state of Silent Profundity · No Moment, No Bounds made his existence almost blend into the background. His gaze was firmly fixed on the Nameless Root-Returning Grass, his eyes no longer frivolous, but filled only with an almost awe-inspiring stare.
Within this chaotic flower realm, the giant flower has fully awakened, and the resonance between its heart and the Nameless Root-Returning Grass continues. Qin Yu and Zhou Yujin, like bystanders standing on the edge of the world's birth, quietly await the arrival of the next change.
Zhou Yujin's voice was extremely low in the space-time rift, but it still couldn't hide the shock of that moment. "It's it... Brother Linxuan, that's the [Nameless Root-Returning Grass]." His gaze was almost drawn to the flower heart, and even the almost causeless state of mind of the Silent Mystery Realm showed a slight ripple.
Qin Yu did not respond immediately. His gaze darted back and forth between the Giant Chaos Flower and the surrounding void, as if listening for the echo of some nascent danger. He then whispered, "Don't rush, Brother Zhou. Do not act rashly. Observe first. I have a feeling that something is not right."
Before the words were finished, an unnatural fold suddenly appeared in the distant void of the Chaos Flower Domain. It was not a tear, but rather a mark as if it had been forcibly "squeezed open". Six figures stepped out from that flattened space almost simultaneously, with no path under their feet, yet they stood steadily in the void.
Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly, his aura instantly becoming Ultimate restrained. He had already made a judgment in his mind. "The people from the Asura Immortal Hall... how did they find this place?"
Zhou Yujin's expression changed, and for the first time, her voice carried genuine vigilance. "Not good, Brother Linxuan, someone's coming."
"Let's wait and see," Qin Yu said without turning around, his gaze already taking in all six people. "Don't rush things."
Of the six, five were so still as to be almost nonexistent, their mere presence creating the illusion that time had been hollowed out and space buried—a characteristic of the Silent Mystery Realm —without Pre-Nonbeing or end, without cause or effect, as if they hadn't "arrived here," but rather that this place was meant for them. The leader was even more terrifying, his aura surging chaotically, devoid of yin and yang, without any established order. Even just standing still, the surrounding space silently collapsed and regenerated—a kind of oppressive presence that only Chaos Realm expert could naturally exude.
A cultivator at the Silent Mystery Realm couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice echoing and reverberating throughout the Chaotic Flower Domain, trembling with an almost greedy intensity. "Hahaha, Elder Yang, it really is [Nameless Root-Returning Grass]!"
The other man stared intently at the flower's center, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice brimming with barely concealed fervor. "Just as I suspected, this is the legendary [Nameless Root-Returning Grass] that only sprouts after the Flower of Chaos blooms!"
"I've heard that once this thing is obtained," the third person gasped, even the composure expected of someone in the Silent Mystery Realm was shattered, "It can not only cleanse the source of impurities, but even allow the Great Dao to revert to its primordial state. This thing is simply defying the heavens and changing one's destiny!"
"We're really rich now," another man chuckled softly, but his laughter was as cold as a blade. "The Nameless Eternal Land was definitely worth the trip."
The Chaos Realm expert known as "Elder Yang" did not speak immediately. His gaze slowly swept over the giant flower, finally landing on the floating spiritual entity deep within its heart. A confident yet cruel smile curved his lips, as if everything was under his control.
Just when their emotions were at their peak and their minds were most relaxed, the Giant Chaos Flower suddenly trembled again.
This time, it's not an awakening, but a response.
The outermost petals snapped shut, then burst open again in an instant, a thick, almost liquid, crimson smoke seeping from their inner surfaces. This smoke wasn't a simple gas, but rather resembled the very concept of calamity itself, igniting and cracking the space in its wake. The void was corroded with countless fissures, and what overflowed from these fissures wasn't darkness, but a "disordered red light" that instinctively repelled the mind.
The crimson mist surged and swept across the entire flower field like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the six people's foothold. The expressions of the several cultivators in the Silent Mystery Realm changed drastically. The stillness of their Silent Profundity Realm was forcibly torn apart, and the protective layer of their existence began to show unstable fluctuations.
Crimson smoke swirled endlessly within the Chaotic Flower Domain, like a silent, burning crimson storm. Space was torn into countless layers, with fragments of shattered void floating, swirling, and then being swallowed up again. The figures of six powerful Asura Immortal Hall appeared and disappeared within the smoke. The "Formless Stillness" of the Silent Mystery Realm was forcibly disrupted, and their auras repeatedly became unbalanced. Finally, Elder Yang, the Chaos Realm expert, became serious for the first time. He stomped his foot, and an aura like that of Chaos's First Birth burst forth, forcibly stabilizing the small space in which he stood, but he could not completely isolate himself from the erosion of the crimson mist.
Within the spatial rift, Qin Yu was thrown back several feet before barely regaining his footing. The Annihilation Devil Pupil trembled slightly deep within his sea of consciousness, and subtle dark patterns appeared on the surface of the Final Spirit Core, devouring and suppressing the invading chaotic aftershocks layer by layer. Through the shattered space, his gaze saw the giant flower becoming increasingly clear in the red mist—its petals slowly closing and then unfolding again, as if breathing, as if... filtering.
Zhou Yujin's expression turned serious for the first time, and she whispered, "Something's not right. This isn't a simple defensive reaction... This flower is too strange."
Qin Yu did not answer. His gaze was fixed on the barely perceptible fluctuation deep within the flower's heart, where the aura of the [Nameless Root-Returning Grass] flickered in and out of the red mist, like an undetermined fate. He vaguely sensed that this anomaly was not directed at the Asura Immortal Hall, nor at the two of them, but rather—the entire Nameless Eternal Land was being awakened by some deeper rule.
At that very moment, deep within the crimson mist, the core of the Giant Chaos Flower suddenly contracted, the space abruptly sank, and a low, indistinguishable echo spread from the depths of the flower domain, like the first breath of a being that had slumbered for countless epochs before being forcibly awakened.
Qin Yu slowly exhaled, his voice extremely low but exceptionally firm. "It seems the real trouble... is only just beginning."
Zhou Yujin's gaze darkened, and she said nothing more. She simply adjusted her aura and stood side by side with Qin Yu.
In the center of the flower field, where red mist surged and space collapsed, the Giant Chaos Flower was fully unfolding its next form.